Crime And Punishment Novels & Stories

"Eternal damnation, punishment, and all that jazz. Do you believe in it?" "Do you ask strangers these questions all the time?" he asked, amused. When she shrugged, he grinned again. "Well, I've been raised a Catholic, so I guess I could say I believe in it. But I don't think it's exactly how it's been described, you know? I think it's different for all those who belong in it." "Uh-huh." She kept her expression neutral. "Like special punishments for special kinds of crimes, then?" "Exactly." The driver was clearly having the time of his life. "For example, a murderer could be killed over and over. A thief could have his body parts stolen or something. A business high-roller could have wads of

We will go back to where we are used to be. How I wish I could stop all of those criminals, I wanted to hold them in my hands, choke them until they no longer live, but with the power of the law, criminals only suffer a lifetime of inprisonment when they had the right to die. But with the power of money or riches, some criminals would never face both things. Unfair humanity, right?

"It's very rare to see people like you who are responsible, clear-headed, not reckless, not impulsive, and also brave in this society nowadays. You're really incredible. You may not know about this, but we have also already been watching this man named James Dunn for a very long time. The reason we have not moved in on him was that we have no concrete evidence yet. There were a few women who had already reported him before you, but all of them were unable to produce any strong evidence. This person is very cunning. He never leaves behind any substantial evidence. Also, he had also been successful with every woman that he had tricked. Those women loved his gentle sweet talks, and then they we

He is kind and humorous, and when he speaks of being president one day, I believe him. “Governor Smith, how are you?” My husband greets him with the same excitement and extends his hand. This is how this world is, crime and capital go hand in hand. There is no definitive line between those who create laws and those who break them. There is only recognition and understanding of power. I used to have power once. “And Mrs. Cattaneo, how are you?” I extend my arm like a robot, and pretend to be delighted when he kisses my hand.

His face was about to be the new cousin of the family of tomatoes. “You know, perverts usually make a lot of excuses when they are being questioned for their suspicious actions. An example is what you’re literally doing right now.” Olivia let out a sigh as she shook her head in disappointment while looking at him from head to toe, the same way he did to the girl next to her earlier. “Are you even aware that she’s a minor? Even though you didn’t touch her, you can still go to jail.” “Hey, look—”

"Please I swear I don't know..." He harshly pushes me back. I fell back, landing on my ass. "Please." I shouldn't be this desperate but I won't die without knowing what crime I committed against this man. No. I can't die as a criminal because I'm not. I'm going to prove my innocence until I earn back my honor from these people.

"Your Dad took everything from us and caused my father's death. We suffered a lot until now, and I promised to seek revenge. The sight of you every day makes me want to rip off your head and smash you against the wall. Each time you hug me, I scrub myself until I bleed. Each time you try to kiss me, I move away because I can't bear to kiss a disgusting mouth like yours. It satisfies me to see you so broken, like I've seen Cathy when our father passed away. It'll satisfy me more to see you dead." He spat, and Margarita involuntarily shivered. "I didn't do anything," she wept, shaking her head as she took several steps back. She never would have expected this turn of events. Everything was hap

I asked. " Why is it not possible?? " He asked with a frown. " Because we don't love each other, Kevin. " I said as the most obvious thing. " Talk about yourself... " He said. " Kevin!!! " I was shocked. " What? Is it a crime to love someone?" He asked. " Yes, it is a crime, if that someone can't reciprocate your feelings. You can't do that to yourself. It will be painful. " I replied.

“If you could change things your way, where would you start?” He went quiet as he considered his answer. After a long pause, the conviction in his tone indicated that he had considered this before. Probably more times than he could count. "I believe it should be more of a second chance society than a punishment realm. Their mortal crimes are not erased. They shouldn't be erased. But neither should they be treated as an eternal definition of who you are. The core principle should be: what you are explains you; what you choose now defines you.’ Restitution is more important than punishment. Punishment still exists—it has to, for the ones that are truly dangerous, the ones who'd do it all again

“Does it happen often?” “What, the lockdown?” “No. Murder, other crimes.” “Yes. I don’t think there’s a month where a crime didn’t happen. Lockdown is only implemented if the culprit is still not found. Other crimes such as theft didn’t require it.” “What’s the punishment? For murder?” George asked as he settled himself on the bed. I slumped myself beside him, sighing at the fragrant quilt. “Banishment. To rogue wolves.” “What the fuck? That’s barbaric!”