British Crime Novels & Stories

Bullet shook his head in disappointment. “Why? To make me do embarrassing stuff?” Dakota knew him so well. “Well, there’s that. But there’s another thing.” “Fine, dare.” The gang boss thought that she could punish him later anyway if he was really going to make her do something that would embarrass her in front of the blonde. “Lend your ownership of the revolver that you got from Mathias to me,” Bullet shamelessly said almost quickly. Even though Olivia did not know who Mathias was, she was amused at the dare that he gave her as she realized that was how close friends in the crime world make dares to each other.

There was a sense of foreboding in her voice as she spoke over the phone, making it clear that the situation had escalated. Alexander's hands trembled slightly as he reached for the remote control and turned on the television. The news anchor's voice echoed through the room, and the screen displayed the headline of the hour: "High-Profile Murder Case Unfolds in London." The news segment offered a chilling account of the previous night's events. Dramatic music underlined the grim tone of the report, and images of the crime scene flashed across the screen. A cluster of police cars and flashing sirens created a stark tableau of chaos and crime. The reporters painted a vivid picture of the polic

Just when I was about to take a step forward, I heard a creak. The door opened, and Charles stepped out, a crystal goblet of wine in his hand, his robe lazily draped over his form. His face twisted in a frown. His arrogance remained, even in the dead of night. It seemed like he came out to complain about something. But then, he saw me. And I let him see my true self. He saw the corpses lining the hall behind me as the light from his room illuminated the hallway. Saw the crimson stains on my hands, my dress, my face, and my sword.

It is my right to life. It does not matter too whether Gambino and my mafia are allies. Striking a deal with them doesn't mean an alliance with them is secure. I have to watch my back. After all this is the life of the mafia, where you only have so many enemies and little friends. And crimes are not crimes at all. Everything is won through our might. And loyalty is gain through wrath. "I cannot go back to London if I don't have the resources blueprint," I said more to myself, while thoughts keep running through my head.

He captured Betty even if she wasn't in her right senses the first time she saw him which was when he helped her against dangers on the streets for that was when some jobless men walked around looking for who they would use as bait, and she was just as vulnerable as they like it. Betty had been lucky, have only met men with good hearts, she surely would meet some that would devour her right away like she always wanted

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

The news anchor’s voice was serious: “Last night, a major breakthrough in the fight against organized crime took place in the quiet neighborhood of La Villa Avenue. Police have arrested ten individuals believed to be part of a notorious criminal network. Sources indicate the raid may have disrupted a planned operation. Authorities are hailing this as a significant victory, though no further details have been released.” Leonardo burst out laughing, slapping his knee. “Zagaff’s goons finally got what was coming to them!” he said to himself, his grin was wide. “Serves them right, running their dirty business in that neighborhood. What fools!”

The crime architect hadn’t just built the crime, he had demolished the evidence. Clinton suggested that they go solo on the case- no lawyers, no official channels, and no paper trail that could alert the wrong people. According to him, the truth they were looking for wouldn’t be found in court records or legal archives. It would be buried in plain sight, scattered across old newspaper pages and forgotten television reports from that period. If there were inconsistencies, that was where they would surface.

Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker. “What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together. “Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance. “Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience. “What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk. How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?

Thirty miles per hour… Forty miles per hour… Fifty miles per hour… It wasn’t long before I arrived. I pulled the car up to the curb and made my way inside, ready to get hammered. Needing to forget about all of my problems… Even if it was just for tonight. 8 ROSE I sat in bed watching Peaky Blinders on the television. I was on the third season. It was a show about a man called Tommy Shelby and his gangster family, following the life they led in Birmingham, a city in the United Kingdom.