Crime Manga Novels & Stories

“I don’t care if you are guilty or not; I just want my daughter back.” “For your information, I wasn’t his accomplice,” I told him. I was the one that brought him down and took all his business. I made the bastard pay for dragging my brothers and me through his sick murderous rampage. We would have to pay penance for the rest of our lives. Some of the men we killed weren’t exactly innocent, but they didn’t deserve to die either. The moment he cut Nikolai’s face, he was a dead man to me. I should have murdered him but seeing him rot in prison seemed so much sweeter.

Rae asked the Inspector in front of her. “It is, a dire one that is” Vaan handed the big brown envelope to the detective and Jae Min. Jae Min opened the envelope and pulled out its content carefully. Inside, were several crime photos that were taken in a certain street. In the photos, is a woman victim with a crushed neck. Under further inspection, there’s a human teeth mark on the woman's neck. Rae clenched her fist, knowing that the damned killer is still outside. She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse.

I remembered a littler girl who was more connected to plants and nature more than anyone I had ever met. I remembered Jereum. A tall light skinned vampire that enjoyed getting on my nerves. And Jhan, our proud leader. The higher court, Dallas and his tyrants. I was still kissing Dawn she was kissing me back more furiously now. The night I got attacked by the wolves and my arm brutally torn away. All my memories were coming back to me like a fast flowing stream; each memory carefully flowing into the next. I was getting somewhere, I knew it. I remembered the face of a peculiar woman. A red robed ninja that was a formidable fighter. She wore a devilish smile on her face as she held me suspende

written in the font that looks like the handwriting of a serial killer who leaves a message on the wall of his victims using their blood. Narco was grinning from ear to ear as he met the dagger gaze from Sumire. The maiden looked furiously at him who didn't want to lose the silly grin on his lips. If she didn't feel angry when Mort told her what this brat did, now that Narco is in front of her, she wants to stab him to death. Making him her first kill. "The audacity..." Sumire said coldly and was about to rose from the chair when Chadwick fake a cough, made her sit down.

It is my right to life. It does not matter too whether Gambino and my mafia are allies. Striking a deal with them doesn't mean an alliance with them is secure. I have to watch my back. After all this is the life of the mafia, where you only have so many enemies and little friends. And crimes are not crimes at all. Everything is won through our might. And loyalty is gain through wrath. "I cannot go back to London if I don't have the resources blueprint," I said more to myself, while thoughts keep running through my head.

•••••••••••• ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © 2022 by M.Z. Mauve Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, graphic violence and graphic sexual content not intended for young readers. Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story.

he was a little stiff, and he no longer looked like the professional debauchee I saw in the garden, a dark expression took over his gaze that seemed angry “ I want to know why you provoked me” “I provoked you. Have you gone crazy?” I said, ducking as he walked forward to catch me in a false start, I was dealing with a criminal, he could slit my throat and run, and no one would ever accuse him since we have no connection. “You provoked me... and I want to know why! Did you arrange with someone to drive me out of my mind?”

Flora chuckled, “I seriously can’t believe you did that, Julia,” Penelope said with disbelief, “Why?” I asked curiously, “Look at you… You’re sweet, kind and a delicate flower… Looking at you, no one would tell you that you pepper sprayed my handsome, tall, Intimidating and let’s not forget, Mafia Don, Nik,” Penelope said, “Yeah,” I rolled my eyes, Mafia don! “True that,” Flora added, “I’m curious, what actually happened?” Penelope asked, curiously.

"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

Three rotating positions now, no face yet. I forwarded it to Nikolai without comment and went to work. Around midday I found Ace in the library. He had pulled three books off the shelf and was reading the back covers one after the other. "Finding anything useful," I said from the doorway. He looked up. "Depends on what useful means." "Are any of them interesting." He held one up. "This one is about the history of organised crime in Chicago. I feel like that is either very relevant or deeply ironic given where I am standing."