Crime Novel For Hosea Novels & Stories

Flowers are supposed to be light. They are supposed to be beautiful, aromatic, and bright. I am holding lilies and lavender, flowers so large they trump my body and cascade down onto the floor, and I am standing there with my father thinking not on the man at the end of the aisle waiting for me- but how heavy these flowers are in my arms. These flowers remind me of the shackles that have been placed on me by two families I never considered my own. I was a lone person, fighting in my own ocean to stay afloat, and these people, they were all just characters in a play I never wished to be cast in. They were just two families begging to put an end to a violent feud that I was never even part of.

Expensive cars lined the entrance while men in tailored suits and women dripping in diamonds disappeared through the front doors. But beneath the glamour— Violence lived there. Money laundering. Weapons deals. Murder negotiations. Sin wrapped in gold. Rose looked uneasy instantly. Good. One of my men stepped out quickly to open the door. I exited first, adjusting the sleeve of my black suit before turning back toward the car. Rose hesitated briefly before stepping out carefully in her heels. The second she stood upright, I grabbed her waist firmly and pulled her directly against my chest. She inhaled sharply. “Frederico—”

Just when she was about to leave, Zoya called from behind. “What do I need to do?” Mrs. Rose smirked. “Nothing much, just cause a few heartbreaks.” — Elio sighed. The laptop screen was displaying the same thing over and over again. His mind was silent though he was trying to think. His brain kept sending emotional waves his way which he was trying to dodge now and then. The file of the morgue was right beside him and Ayah was in the kitchen making coffee for him. He had confirmed the identity of the dead body named Hansa Adler. The problem was that their address and every single thing matched with Ayah. This worried him to a great extent.

said Nathan and Jane nodded as well. “I am perplexed,” commented Susn,” Nothing links up at all. Mystery one, Harrison tracks the private eye up here. We follow. Mystery two, we find here Hartland murdered in his house with his house ransacked. Mystery three- how does the Boar fit in all this nonsense? Four, why on earth is Neville Guise is visiting this part of the world? Then what is happening in the Black Gorse Moor and what is with that network of tunnels?” “You left out one more,” Nathan remarked,” Who hired the private eye in the first place, Vermont?”

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

“A Barrister? No wonder my office was burned.” “I couldn’t prove who they were,” Elias whispered, reaching into a hollowed-out book on his shelf to pull out a single, unlabelled VHS tape. “But I have one thing the police purged from their servers. I have raw, unedited feed from the corner shop’s backup unit. I’ve watched it a thousand times, trying to put a face to the shadows.” He slip the tape into a dusty player. The screen flickered to life with grainy footage of 4th street.

ARIA Lozark stands before me, casting his shadow upon my presence. An eerie feeling blooms in the air, slowly crawling over my skin. His face strikes horror in the crowd. The expression he is holding resembles the devil who manages hell. Luckily, I am a hunter, and I'm not scared. “Alpha.” Sheena steps forward. “Hailey is our prime suspect for the three murders. We suspect she might have some kind of links with the hunters.” He looks into my eyes, twitching his brows.

My head swam with frustration, I was powerless in all of these matters because of this damn bracelet. I heard rustling in the bushes just a few feet from where I sat, my stomach turned as I thought of all the creatures that could possibly be lying in wait for me. I stood slowly bracing myself to start running again when I suddenly felt something whistle past me leaving and excruciating pain in my left shoulder, it was an arrow. Was Draven really trying to kill me? I let out a Yelp as the pain struck me, causing me to fall backwards onto the ground and hitting my head on the cluster of rocks next to the large tree I had rested on. A dark figure appeared from the darkness of the bushes, his f

The perp walk. Claire Hoss. One of New York's most powerful women. Being arrested on live television. My phone started ringing. News outlets. Friends. Colleagues. I ignored them all. On screen, the news anchor spoke urgently: "Claire Hoss, CEO of Hoss Industries and fashion icon, has been arrested in connection with the car bombing at 740 Park Avenue earlier this week. Authorities say evidence links her to the attempted murder of Vanessa Latham..." I turned off the TV.

He pressed down harder. "Speak!" His voice cut like ice. "You have three seconds. Or you can forget about ever talking again." He signaled for someone to bring over a bottle of sulfuric acid. As the man tilted it forward, poised to pour, Chloe shrieked, terrified. "I read her diary!" she blurted out. Mickey raised a hand. The man holding the bottle stepped back. Tears streamed down Chloe's face as she sobbed, "I read her diary… she wrote about the orphanage, about everything. That night, you were drunk… you called out 'Rose' in your sleep."