Crime Drama Book Novels & Stories

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

Everyone kept their distance and put their support for the Rui Lin Mafia in shadow. But in the middle of the chaos and despair, Sherly found a glimmer of hope. The exposure of the Vile Mafia's crimes and the collaboration between the Rui Lin Mafia and the government marked a significant step towards justice and accountability. It was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the unwavering resolve to confront evil and restore peace.

Dear readers, Please note that although this story has a Russian theme, it is written in English. When reading dialogue, please assume that characters are speaking in Russian, even though it appears in English. This is the book 2 in the Dark Desires Series and book one is Dark Obsessions, a MM romance. Maddest Obsseions will be out soon! I did not upload it because I'm still working with a few adjustments on the plot. Xoxo

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> ELARA The NYPD precinct is exactly what you'd expect from every crime drama on TV: fluorescent lights, worn linoleum floors, the smell of burnt coffee, and too many bodies in too small a space. Except this time, I'm not watching it on screen. I'm living it. Damien walks beside me, with his hand on my lower back. Behind us is our lawyer...a sharp woman in her sixties named Margaret who has a reputation for eviscerating prosecutors on cross-examination.

Luciano Moretti. The name was a strike of thunder against the sterile calm of my office. I’d heard it whispered in law school, muttered in the halls of courtrooms, even growled in drunken confessions from prosecutors who failed to catch him. A ghost in a custom suit. The devil with clean hands. No photos. No fingerprints. Just legends—and the bodies he left behind. But now? He’d been caught. I read the article again, heart ticking faster with each line. Weapons trafficking. Financial laundering. Murder conspiracy. No statement. No plea. No team.

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 30 "Lewis..." Melanie called softly. The rate at which his fist descended with speed is breathtaking. Richard already lost consciousness just when Lewis landed the third punch. Blood dripped down his forehead heavily and with every punch,his entire body vibrated Normally she would have tried to separate but right now. The look of fury in Lewis eyes is something she hasn't seen

Another time, a folded newspaper with no headline circled in red. I told myself it was paranoia. But every instinct whispered otherwise. Still, I didn’t run. I was tired of running. **** It was a Tuesday when the book arrived. I almost didn’t notice it...just a plain brown parcel sitting on the café counter with my name on it, Seraphine D’Amato. “Someone dropped it off earlier,” the owner said. “No note.”

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

One of the greatest writers of crime books and Slice of Life, dramas between real cases, was celebrating the release of his latest book. Partying with his wife, who recently got out of her depression. According to his wife, who needed to spend time with her mother, she seemed thinner, her husband saw their ten-year-old daughter, he was worried about her, due to the wave of murders in the city that was taking place, he was in the track of the murderer, collaborating with the police. He had been waiting for some time for news of some contacts with the whereabouts of Doctor Blood. About that. He was at a party with his superiors to promote his book.

“What are you—” “Elisia, I’m just going to tell you this once. Just once, okay? What happened to you and Drake has nothing to do with me. I have no interest in your personal life and no offense; I have no intention or anything like that for Drake. Look, I certainly didn't'steal' anyone.” Sherly then smirked. “Or maybe you should have a conversation with Drake first instead of crating a scene here. You slap me and make a fool of yourself.” “Don’t play innocent here, Sherly! I saw you in the way you looked at him. You always get what you want, right?” She said, continue to accuse Sherly.