Crime Manga Novels & Stories

His thick fingers crawling delicately through the folds. How did I murder plum-shirt guy, and not see this one? I know his type just by looking at him. The eyes blurred behind dirty glasses, the thinning hair. Creased shirt, cracked belt. The type who washes his face but not his neck, his palms but not the backs of his hands. Fresh soap and old sweat. He’d taste musty, bitter, old. Leaving that taint in my hair, around my throat.

A maniacal gleam entered his eyes before he said, "Not when you're dying today, Romanov." He clicked the button on the device in the direction of the pool. The pool. My breath hung for a second when I saw it. What looked to be electrical currents ominously passed through the length of the pool. The last thing I saw before a heavy weight slammed against the side of my head was the sickly smile on Kirian's face.

The alley, narrow and choked with shadows, was a grim stage for a confrontation long in the making. The air hung heavy with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the tang of impending rain, a fitting backdrop for the storm about to break between two brothers. Nicolai reacted instinctively, his finger tightening on the trigger as he sent a barrage of bullets hurtling toward his brother. The muzzle flash lit up the alley like lightning, casting stark, fleeting shadows on the damp walls. Dmitri's body jerked with each impact, a look of shock and pain crossing his face as the bullets found their mark. He faltered, dropping to one knee, but his hatred, a dark and twisted force, continued to fuel him.

The consequence for anybody who crossed me was a bullet between their eyes. And the funny thing was, that I thought I had my life together until I met her. Sarina. That sexy, mysterious woman who just screwed with my mind to the point that I couldn't wait till I would next see her. She was confident, bold, and drop-dead gorgeous… She was everything I liked in a woman. She liked to play… And she liked to play dirty. Sarina made me believe that love existed, even for a criminal like me. But life comes at you fast.

She ignored my texts. "Oh. That." Veronica mumbles as she turns to the sink. She brushes her hair over her shoulder as she rolls the arms of her cardigan to wash her hands. I notice the red marks on her wrists as she drops her hands. They’re almost faded, but they’re still noticeable and I meet her eyes in the mirror. "Something happened?" I ask, and she ducks her head as she removes her hands and rolls down the sleeves. She turns to me. "No. Why would you ask that?"

“I will not let the drama and crimes of my family, get in the way of my relationship and the love I have for a girl. I’ve never experienced the feelings I have for this girl with another, Mama. I feel very different, and I can’t express how I feel towards her for you, but I know that I’m in love with the girl.” “I know better how you feel Michael. I felt the same way towards your father,” Karen replied softly. “I’m not going to fight against whatever decision you make. But I can’t accept any attempt to get closer to Raymond.” “I know that well. Which is why I’ve decided to investigate into this crime, and bring justice. My father died in vain and unfair,” Michael responded. “No way! I have e

Anger burned in his eyes as he faced me. "Please.” I begged him, my bleeding hand positioned near his mouth. A mixture of reluctance and longing flashed across his eyes, and finally, he gave in. He bit my hand, drinking my blood with a hunger I had never seen before, and a smile of contentment touched my face. I felt a profound sense of joy in fulfilling my vampire boyfriend's desires. "You're doing wrong, Mia.” He stated, his gaze intense as he stared at me, his lips stained red. But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory.

“This just proves that the guy who showed up last night is the same one I ran over. And the other guy—the one with the Cerberus tattoo—they all came from the same hole.” “Yeah, it can’t be a coincidence. You literally crossed paths with Be’s dealer. That’s insane. What are the odds?” I wonder the same. “Was there anything else in Be’s notes that might explain what this card means?” Camile opens her phone gallery and shows me some recent photos. “I found notes about the drugs he picked up. Mostly weed and coke. If I got it right, he owes those guys almost fifteen grand.” She narrows her eyes, shaking her head. Worry lines her face. “There were also random names with different amounts. Could b

The letters were crude, jagged, and painted in a dark, rusting red blood. “What does it say?” Marcus asked, leaning in, his brow furrowed with grim curiosity. A slow, mocking smirk tugged at the corner of Drake’s mouth. “He knows about the wedding.” Marcus scoffed, shaking his head. “Seems the old fool has too much free time on his hands.” Without a word, Drake reached for the sleek black lighter on his desk. He flicked the flame to life and held it to the corner of the bloody note. Both men watched in silence as the paper curled into black ash, dropping into the crystal tray on the desk.

The dust in the air clearing and holey shit. The once calm atmosphere was now catastrophic our guests a mix of panic and lifeless body parts. A once extravagant dining table blown into millions of pieces, Blood, screams, fear. My eyes landing on a lifeless body pinned to the floor by a large splinter of wood through the mans chest, that man was Lorenzo. I see Death. This can’t be, this cannot be. Maria’s pov- I felt pain in my head, my skin was stinging. I looked down at myself, my arms and hands covered in miniature slices. My fingers instinctively going to my face, gliding over the stinging skin. I don’t understand, what was happening.