Crime Drama Books Novels & Stories

Books by John Grisham, Sidney Sheldon, Colleen Hoover, James Patterson and Ted Dekker. Jamaal Amir Haidar reads novels, crime most especially. I'm even shocked to see he reads Colleen Hoover's books too. I picked one of the books and began to smell the fresh scent of newly printed books. The door opened suddenly, Jamaal stepped in with little Ahmad in his arms. The little boy had his hands wrapped around his brother's neck. I stared at Jamaal in shock, seeing Jamaal holding his younger brother, trying to lure him to sleep shocked me.

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💎 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.”

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

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.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

I just needed to help her get out of that trauma after it was done. “Helena, the woman that killed Xuan, stole from Lorenzo. The man wants her dead, and he wants Eliana to do it” I said making Anastasia choke on her coffee. Anastasia didn’t know who Helena was and the amount of damage she did for the mafia families. The corruption she inflicted was one that we all wanted to end. But it seemed that whenever she was caught; the woman was under the protection of a different don, and that would have caused mafia wars which we did not want to afford for a fucking slut. “And you’re okay with that?” Anastasia asked.

Not to mention the anger of his clients when they find out Serafino could no longer keep up with his promises of high-quality cocaine. If we play our cards right, the other families would tear each other apart before we even have to make our next move. “Drugs and weapons are done. What’s next?” I ask just as we exit the dungeons. Even with the hit of fresh air, it’s not enough to wash out the putrid smell of iron and piss. Dante doesn’t answer for a while, but when he does, his expression is dark. It’s time. “The island.”