Novel & Cerita Crime And Punishment Characters

he paused before sighing. Then he leaned over to them, appealing to their humane side. “Mr D’angelo is a rich man we all know that, he is a businessman, New York's finest citizen, and he has lived most of his adult life right here in New York, we all have our troubles dont we? But Mr D’angelo has never done anything to prove he is a criminal in short there’s no record of it! No evidence! So the prosecution will tell you his character, of course, he is an asshole! He is rich!”

The man who had helped raise me, who had shielded me from every cruelty life had to offer after our parents were gone. But Robert wasn’t the same anymore. The boy who had taught me how to ride a bike, who had stayed up all night when I was sick, was now tangled in something dark and treacherous. He’d sided with the Mexican Mafia, betrayed us, and put countless lives at risk. And Ivan... Ivan was a force of nature. Cold, ruthless, and infuriatingly arrogant, yes. But there was something beneath the surface—an intensity, a passion—that made it impossible for me to stay indifferent.

Dexter stepped out from the shadows, lowering his gun. “He talks too much. I'm Dexter, your botler,”he giggled. He was tall, tatted and good looking. A corn row on his head. He looked more like a play boy than a mafia. He walked close to me, extending his hand and i grabbed it, trying hard to hide my fear, my grip firm. “Welcome to the real mafia life, boss. This is just the…begining.” a cruel smile on his lips.

“I didn’t say that, doll. If a wolf kills in a duel for a title, or protecting his pack from transgressors, there is no crime in it.” He sighed and said: “But if a wolf kills for sport, yes, it is. Any way of harming an innocent person is a crime. And at the end of the day, the punishment will be death just the same. Our laws establish punishments depending on the offense.” I massaged my forehead slowly. “For me, it’s the same thing. I took someone’s life, William! How does that make me better than Harry?” He hung his head to the side. “Do you really think you’re the same as Harry? Doll! You do not torture, murder, conspire or mistreat others.”

Why, with how easily he sold the girl off to clear his debt, for all he knew, the scum of a man could have pulled the girl out to prevent any questions from being asked from any future lack of attendance. ‘If we were those sorts of mafia, maybe,’ Christian thought. He was well aware of how mafias are often depicted. One of his now ex-members most especially displayed how mafia would tend to act. Christian’s group? Although he was greatly disgusted in humanity, he was no monster. He gives them a fair chance to redeem themselves, unlike what the world gave to his mother. In the case if the humans failed to prove themselves, however, only then was it right for him to resort to such means to the

You are an exconvict. I don't blame anyone for seeing me differently. I am a different man because I have done things I would never mention to survive. I have framed people to get more food. I have hidden things in unmentionable places in my body. I have been served food that had moss growing on it. I have suffered for a crime I did not commit, so anyone could understand if I have anger in my heart.

Anyone could easily see what these people had done, and what punishments that they have received. . Polka had a reason for doing so, though. He always explained to me, whenever we had the chance to meet, that people usually have reasons in behind the motive of doing whatever crimes they did. But there was no absolute fucking reason for people to commit pedophilia nor rape. Polka had zero considerations for people who commit shit like that. I could never understand the minds of those criminals who do things like that too. Among all kinds of crime that people could do, those two kinds of crimes were the ones that I deemed the the worst. Only people who were sick in the head would do such a cri

It looked like Charlie had just convicted his future—to lie in the dark dog cage and rely on the dialysis machine for life! To him, this kind of punishment was more terrible and horrifying than hell… He had never dreamt that Charlie was such a ruthless and vicious person.

I hope you enjoy and continue reading my first ever written story. This story is a fiction mixed with mystery and thriller. You will also find romance and action here. Author's Whisper: If you have any guess or idea about the culprit's identity, drop it in the comment section below and I'll go investigate him/her right away. CHAR😸😘 Yours truly, Kidmingur Glossary ⚜ Serdents- the inscription and name given to the members of Serobia ⚜ Grevho - elderly people task to maintain balance and order in the organization

A familiar voice broke the trance of my thought. " Blake?" I breathed out his name in disbelief when he gestured towards the glass full of water in his hand. The crave to quench my throat filled my consciousness but by suppressing that urge, I hesitatingly took a step back and shook my head. " Leave." I whispered. His deep black eyes stared into mine with nothing but offering a pure comfort as if he was there to heal my wounds but in a flicker of emotions in his eyes, he became distant. Right. After all what I can expect from another criminal who is nothing but a pawn of Zachary behind the façade of friendship? These all are criminals, they had murdered many innocents. How can they offer hea