Crime Novel Gregg Novels & Stories

Then he says, His heart is still breathing, finish him off and come to my office, I have something to discuss with you.” Without any hesitation, Greg removes a knife from his long boot and walks to the sack, his fore teeth drawing out longer and his eyes turning red. He reaches the sack and slices it open and a body falls to the ground. He walks to it and takes his head in his hand, and in a second, he slices his neck. The blood sprinkles to his face but he isn’t fazed, he rather gets up and licks the blood on his hand. He inhales sharply and cleans the blood on his hair. He looks in the way of the door and sees Pa nodding his head approvingly.

I said, changing the subject. Greg hesitated, then nodded. “I’ve been digging into Smith. I’ve exposed bits of his operations to put pressure on him. I have two of the guys who shot you and John in custody, and I’ve filed a lawsuit against Smith. The police are watching him now.” His voice darkened. “But it’s not enough. I want him dead.” I shook my head. “No.” Greg narrowed his eyes. “No?” “I don’t want him dead, Greg. I want him to rot. Killing him is too easy for that psychopath. He needs to suffer.”

"Understood, Alpha." Greggory motioned to one of the healers to step forward and escort him from the room while I sat and listened as my head wound its way through every tidbit he just gave me. Once the door shut behind him, Grim spoke. "I still don't trust him." Greggory sighed. "You're being paranoid." Grim shook his head. "He's too polished. Too precise. Even after an 'injury,' he still reported without a single hesitation. Rogues don't act like that."

I said, my tone devoid of emotion. Greg fell to his knees. "I promise we’ll never talk. Please, spare us." I shook my head. "Greg, I don't have time for this." Without hesitation, I raised the gun and pulled the trigger twice. The silenced shots were barely audible, just soft pops in the stillness. Greg and his wife crumpled to the floor, lifeless. I quickly ransacked the place, taking some cash and scattering a few items to make it look like a robbery gone wrong. I moved silently, careful not to wake the children in the other room.

Elly asked immediately as she heard him groan. Greg nodded slightly, slowly revealing the wound he had received from Hamilton’s men causing Elly’s pupils to enlarge immediately as she never expected to see such a wound on his body. She lifted her gaze to his face again, wondering if he was dangerous but brushed the thought off her mind again as she doubted it because of his facial structure. He cannot possibly be dangerous, Elly said inwardly, especially since she did not perceive him that way. “My wife was murdered, Elly, my wife and my son’s twin brother has just been murdered, I managed to run with him after sustaining this injury,” Greg told Elly, whose brows lifted in shock as she did n

As always, his name was splashed across the headlines in bold letters. “FBI’s Golden Detective Cracks Another Case: Charles Gregory Stays One Step Ahead of Crime” I recall skimming through the article, already knowing what it will say: "Gregory’s instincts and exceptional dedication have once again led to a major breakthrough in a case that baffled authorities for months. Insiders at the Bureau describe him as a force to be reckoned with, a man who sees what others don’t. His latest victory is evidence of his unmatched brilliance.” I remember tossing the paper aside and leaning back, laughing. Unmatched brilliance? Sure.

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

This news annoyed Greg so much, especially when he found out that no one had ever filed a complaint against Roberto. He stormed into his office and started throwing punches at Roberto. Having been a boxer at some point, he knew where to hit. Seeing he couldn’t save himself, Roberto pressed the security bell, and without notice, Greg was carried out of the office. After seeking medical attention, Roberto pressed charges against Greg. Investigations were done, and there were witnesses against Greg, so he was sent to prison. “He is such a stupid man. If I were him, I would know my place in society. First, he screws my wife then comes to my office to beat me. Prison will teach him a lesson his p