Crime Fiction Novels & Stories

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_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

The ice cream had been forgotten in just a second. In crime movies, the espionage agents spy on their suspects wherever they go to investigate any suspicious actions without getting caught—because if they do get caught, are they even a true spy? Olivia had never thought about what she really wanted to be in the future as she was still undecided on her future career. But with the way she was pulling off her fake ignorant act, she was once again qualified for another potential job.

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

It's like they're hiding something and I'm not quite sure. There is something suspicious about them, not until I confirmed it. "I want you to start pulling some info on that Fraser kid's case" Nick frown at me. "What?" "Don't you mean your fuck buddy instead of the Fraser kid" he said and I threw a book at him. "Just saying the truth and I don't need evidence because I saw it with my own two innocent eyes" I scoff. "There is nothing innocent about your perverted eyes fucker. Now get out"

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

The man was a quick learner, picking up on what Marietta had said, even the word pupus that he didn't know, and embodying it. — First, I would like to talk a little about what I write. In Oz they say my books they are a little transgressive, that make a certain confusion of genres. Bookstores don't know much whether they are classified as mystery books, paranormal books or action thrillers. You've probably already noticed this trend in the publishing world. In the past, used to If so, there were clear limits to commercial fiction. A book was a mystery story, a fiction

Have you heard of them? Dante's face is grim. "No. But if they're what Connor thought they were—" "Then Victoria's crimes were just the beginning." Sera looks up at him. "We need to tell the tribunal." "Agreed." They find Agent Morrison in a conference room, reviewing evidence. When they show her the letter, her expression goes from curious to alarmed. "The Crimson Order," she says slowly. "I've heard rumors. Underground hunter organization, supposedly disbanded in the 1800s. But if they're back." She pulls out her phone, making calls. "I need to bring this to the tribunal immediately."

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

"You gave me a gold lock, and what did I give you in return? At your wedding, I gave you 700 bucks. When you had your child, I gave you 900 bucks. Have I ever come up short in anything between us?" She froze before trying another method. "But I really don't have money right now! You know that! My husband barely earns anything, and my mother-in-law is stingy. I have to think twice before buying clothes. You want me to come up with 7 grand all at once? There's no way!" "No way? Then how did you have the money when you wanted to settle things privately?" Cornered again, she suddenly dropped to the ground and started wailing. "I don't want to live anymore! I hit someone, and now I have to pay wi