Crime And Fiction Novels & Stories

She looked so fragile, I half expected her wrists to snap in two when I held her small hands in mine as I helped her up. She never stopped blushing, that was adorable as fuck. I wasn't expecting her to pay me a compliment and that threw me off. I almost asked her out for a drink but I didn't know how. I was nervous she'd say no. I lied about being a regular, I caught a glimpse of her throwing the trash out when I drove past here earlier today and I just knew I had to be back. I never date. I've never been in a relationship and I never cared about that..till now. Whenever I needed to relieve stress, I always found women who understood that there'd be nothing but sex between us. It had been li

With one slight adjustment of the hand, it continues, “I, myself, would like to say ruthless killer, but then we all know Vic Stone, you would never have walked out there alive.” And ya, I think I should, but I do not keep quiet, “I am glad to see that we agree on one thing.” “Oh no, I don’t agree. My question is, what was Colton Cruz doing there in the first place? See, this is how things work in this crazy fucked up Mafia business. You do not set your foot on someone else’s turf.” Well, this is where I need to stop it right in the fucking but.

It clearly showed Marie walking along the crosswalk when she got hit by a car that ran the red light. The car was clearly speeding. After hitting Marie, the car merely screeched to a stop for a split second before rushing off again. The driver didn't even bother to get out of the car and check on the victim. This proved that Gigi's claims about it being a scam had been nothing but lies. She had slammed right into the innocent victim.

A collection of dark, raw narratives that people would have to read. “You’re insane,” Jenni says, shaking her head, though I can see the faintest hint of interest in her eyes. “You think you can find real criminals and get them to tell you their life story?” “It’s unique,” I insist. “And no one’s ever done it. People would be hooked. I tell them I'm doing research for my dark romance, which I am. Then I use everything in another book as well.”

“Oh, Lilah. I’m not going to lock you up again. Not right away, at least. I think we need to have a little… conversation first.” “Conversation?” I repeat, the word sounding ridiculous in my mouth. “Sure, why not? Let’s chat. Maybe over coffee? I hear the basement makes a mean cappuccino.” His eyes flash with amusement, but the coldness underneath doesn’t fade. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not in the mood for coffee.” I roll my eyes, despite the fact that I’m literally being held captive by a mafia lord. “Yeah, well, no one ever is. What a surprise.”

3rd Person's POV Bribery, embezzlement, tax evasion, and murder are the crimes announced by the judge under the defendants, Clyde Evans and Jameson Nicholson. They cannot get away with those crimes because strong evidence was passed to the court. Until the very end, the two partners in crime are two partners in prison.

“Ok I’m going to give you one chance to lure me into the world you have created. My wife talked highly of it.” “What do you mean 'lure you' sir?” “You have the synopsis?” “Yes sir,” Ludo opened her laptop bag and got a piece of paper and wanted to hand it to Mr. Visashi. “No. Keep it for now.” Ludo was surprised. “Where is the manuscript?” “Its in the bag sir.” “Ok, tell me about your story. What genre is it?” “Crime fiction.” Mr. Visashi’s face brightened. It had been a while ever since a writer had come who was in the genre of crime fiction.

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Stealing of my work/any idea or portion of the book may result to severe punishment to whoever who plagiarizes as it is a serious crime and won't be excused. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. ***** -BLURB- After saving her from a fatal accident, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face close to his and licked her bleeding lips, "You knew I love babies and desire to have them. Yet, you dared to keep the news from me and leave my house with my baby in your womb

"I'm not going to say anything. I'm going to be professional, do my job, and show them that I'm doing perfectly fine without Patrick's lying, cheating ass." "That's my girl! What about work stuff? Any new projects?" Now I felt genuinely excited. "Actually, yes. I've been working on this story idea. 'The Crime of New York.' It's about organized crime in the city, the families that run it, how it affects regular people." There was a pause. "That sounds... dangerous, Lauren. Are you sure that's a good idea?" If she only knew how close to home it hit. "It's just research, Soph. I'm not going undercover or anything crazy. Just investigating from a journalistic perspective."