Crime And Punishment Novels & Stories

After a while, the conclusion seemed as simple as two plus two. Humans are rotten. Some more than others. Contaminated souls who feed on cruelty. And if those applauding the show are monsters, what does that make me, providing the main entertainment? “Welcome back to the Blood Ring, the esteemed, the beast, the biting threat, the undefeated reigning champion, Don: The Pitbull!” The applause explodes in the air. The thirst for destruction thickly crawls down my throat. I wonder if I was ever a good man. But then I conclude that good men would never do what I’ve done and would never find violent pleasure in doing what I do.

"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

"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.

As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct. The Russian Bratva has gained infamy for its ruthless tactics and wide-ranging criminal operations, encompassing illicit activities such as drug trafficking, arms smuggling, money laundering, and extortion. Employing a combination of violence and intimidation, we stop at nothing to accomplish our objectives, often leaving a trail of high-profile assassinations and bombings in our wake. It comes as no surprise that governments across the globe regard us with apprehension and trepidation.

“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

I answered flatly. He sat down on the chair in front of me, and as he nearly pulled his own hair out of frustration, I could see it visibly in his eyes. His white neck and face were also crimson red. Oscar is handsome. He's tall, has a fair complexion, with a pointed nose and thin lips. He also has those pairs of foxy eyes. His hair is semi-shaven and his body is a bit bulky. Maybe because he's a basketball player. It's just that the reason why I don't like him—that's why we broke up last week—is that he's forcing me to have sex with him. He almost laid his damn hand on me. Fortunately, Peter and my other friends came.

Harry analyzed. “Papa,” began Vivian. “Such acts were due to unbelief of some of our modern women: the act of killing or aborting those little ones is an intentional murder. The guilt is liable to judgment and must be punished by death. They ought to have married and bore those little ones to their husbands.”

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?

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“In my world, there is no such thing as legal or illegal. There is only permission… and consequences.” One of the men shifted nervously. Zandrei’s eyes darkened and his lips curved into a faint smile. “If a man steals with a gun, he is called a criminal. If a man steals with documents, signatures, and government seals…” He tilted his head, letting the silence stretch. “He is called authority.” Zandrei folded his hands and chuckled. “But we are neither criminals… nor officials.” His eyes glinted. “We are the consequence." He tapped his fingers against the table marking each word.