Crime Drama Book Novels & Stories

I take a deep, steadying breath, willing the fire in my veins to cool as I call out, allowing the intruder to enter. I pray it's not Mia, not now. Damien strides into the room, a file in hand, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. “Are you okay, boss?” he asks, concern etched in his features. I know what he's seeing—sweat beading on my forehead, despite the chill of the air-conditioned room, my eyes likely bloodshot, and my breathing still ragged like I ran a marathon. “First of all, tell me the name of that son of a bitch who decided to install a god-damned camera in Lilah Daniels’ bathroom,”

“I only want to hear good news. Anything outside that will get you buried six feet under.” Victor swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “Good news, boss,” he said quickly, his tone steadying with effort. “Alright, go on,” Scarlett replied, leaning back in her chair, her thick frame settling into the leather with an air of command. Victor took a cautious step forward, gesturing to the woman beside him. “Before Manzoni’s murder, he had an arrangement with this lady. Her name’s Rose, and she works with Damon.”

A framed picture of his family sat in the corner, slightly bent. James sat down with a sigh, leaning back for a moment before focusing on the task at hand. He needed to connect the thieves they had arrested to two major unsolved crimes: the Abibba house robbery and the infamous wedding heist. His mind began to piece together the clues, knowing today’s interrogations would be the key to everything that had been bothering him.

Clearly, Damon killed both girl and man. Putting his gun back he grabbed the wrist of trembling Luciana. She finally looked up and met with his gaze. She frowned at how badly he was sweating and also his hands were also slightly shaking. Damon: We have to get out of here. It's not safe here. Let's go. He said dragging her with him while Luciana followed him without any protest. She was still shaken a little because of the gunshots she heard. It wasn't like she was expecting him to be a saint. Of course, he's a mafia and killing isn't something big for him.

“I heard you wiped out the Moretti operation near the coast.” “I did." My gaze drifted to the stack of books on his desk. Some were history books. Others were books on philosophy. “Messy," he leaned back. "I heard.” I glanced back at him. “It was supposed to be.” He chuckled at my words. “You’re still as insolent as ever.” “And you’re still avoiding my question." My face scrunched with growing annoyance. Another silence followed, long enough for my patience to wear thin. I leaned back in my chair.

“I’m supposed to kill him after he didn’t tell me about the drugs even after bribing him by taking him to his dream destination. But he’s so sexy and good at bed, so how could I kill him?” The green-haired woman pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing that she never answered Knives’s call. Wishing that she just stayed there in her car near Olivia’s condominium with her. Wishing that she never entered the world of crime if she would just end up listening to her rival talk about how sexy the head scientist of her drug supply operation was. “Are you even for real right now?” Dakota asked, exhaustion already evident in her voice as she closed her eyes. “Yeah. I hate how you never told me that he

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

Not realizing that she was actually hungry, she eats and finishes her meal quickly before she continued on with her plan. That was two hours ago, now she had finish dying her hair to the darkest brown color. It was a very streak difference from her previous light blonde color hair. Then she puts on the dark brown color contacts, she looked at the finish result and satisfied with the end result. Minutes later she was flipping the TV channel searching for the news, and there it was. The murder of a well known business man Benjamin Turner. His body was found yesterday, the news anchor stated that he was murdered. And his wife was presumed missing, and had become a person of interest since there

I leaned back in my well-worn executive office chair and stretched the kinks from my body. I’d finally solved the case that had plagued me for weeks. It was a call for celebration! Eleanor Waterford’s husband was a sly player. He’d managed to disguise his activities to the point that I simply couldn’t uncover the name of the female who he was keeping company with. I was just about to give up and confess to my boss that I’d failed when it struck me. What if the woman he was seeing wasn’t a woman at all?

Sleep didn’t come easy anymore. The city outside my window buzzed with the usual late night chaos sirens, car horns, drunken laughter but it all faded beneath the sound of my thoughts. And the silence in my chest where certainty used to be. I sat curled on the couch, half-wrapped in a blanket, staring at a wall of crime scene photos tacked above my desk. Red string, notes, pins. A web of corruption some of it expected, some of it pointing right back to the man who’d walked into my life and flipped it upside down.