Crime Drama Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER SEVEN DENNIS' POV The call went dead with a ting sound. I stared at the floor, shaking. What did I do to deserve everything going wrong with me? Did I kill someone in my last life? "Troubles," Dominic whispered. When I looked up, he shook his head at me with his eyes full of pity. And I badly hate to be the object of that pity now. Then he picked up his own phone from the table. I watched as his fingers moved fast across the screen, wondering what he was doing since he did not say anything.

I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing. It was about a girl about to go to college, she is Blake’s age and she had spent the past two years solving murder cases and now she is clearly traumatized since in the last book, she had a guy die in her arms. I am not far in, I just started it on the plane and I have had much time to finish the book.

Maria De La Cruz, sitting in a dark corner of the prison, was waiting for a possible solution to the chaos she was living, not so much in the physical world, but in her mental world. Although it seems that this story did not have a victorious salvation, it is totally wrong, she studied each of the steps of the DEA chiefs, she knew what could happen and what could not, she was sure of the mistakes that could be made in this operation, she doubted Jeremias Lopez, the young man did commit clumsiness.

Only if I had said what she wanted to hear. “You’re safe.” *** Chaos curdled inside me, mostly because, just two days before my marriage, whoever wanted me fucking dead had burned one of my warehouses. And then there was Adonis, fuming, his eyes filled with devilish rage. He was the devil reincarnated, if not something worse. “Bratva?” Dom asked as he entered the study room of Adonis’s mansion in Brooklyn. “Could be.” I shrugged. “Since Elias is dead as a doornail.”

She suddenly smashed the glass of drink on the floor, making it shattered and I sighed. Her crazy actions have begun to attract the guest's attention also. "Is this proof you wanted to kill your own brother's wife?" I asked with a calm expression on my face even though, I'm boiling from within. I don't know why I keep meeting betrayed people, especially since yesterday. First, it was my boyfriend with my best friend, and now, a sister trying to kill her blood brother's wife. "I'm out of here!" She hissed, making an attempt to leave but Fred, who hasn't said a word since the drama started stood in front of her, glaring hard at her.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Her mind was elsewhere, tangled in the game of deceit and unanswered questions that seemed to stretch on with no clear end in sight. She had been so sure that this time, she would find something—anything—that would break the case open. But so far, all she had were scraps of information, fragmented pieces that refused to fit together. Drake had given her an impossible task: prove that he had murdered Edward. And yet, despite everything she had uncovered, she was still standing at the precipice of uncertainty, unable to make the final leap.

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

Anyway, watch out for some weird ass gun kink with our favorite couple. Have fun! P.S. My new book "His Dominant Sub" is out on GoodNovel now, featuring another couple from the Red Room. Do give it a try and let me know what you think. ~ Chloe is standing by the doorway with her hands resting on the straps of her bag and her eyes moving from the smeared blood on the floor straight to my face. Priya is right behind her, chewing on a piece of gum, her brow raised in that classic, investigative way she adopts whenever she smells drama.