Crime Novels & Stories

So she tried to calm her down. "It's alright, Ava, nothing happened. Their just being polite." "Polite my ass. This she-wolf wants our mate." "We don't know that. Please, let us be civil for now. We can question Eli about it later on." "I don't like it, but fine. I'll behave for now...Until the next time they decide to shoot flirty glances at each other." "Ava! Our mate would not do that to us." "How well do we know, mate?"

The TV in the corner was flashing headlines that made him turn more serious with each word. “BREAKING NEWS: Nicholas Amaro arrested in connection with arson, fraud, and organized crime.” The news anchor’s voice rang out like a siren in the room. Photos of Nicholas being led into a police car with his hands cuffed behind him filled the screen as cameras flashed and reporters shouted. Victor didn’t blink. He just leaned back slowly, taking a deep breath. He knew this day would come. But now that it had, he wasn’t shocked, but just calculating.

Honestly the cop looked happy too, this might be the first time in his career that he is seeing a proposal right after kidnapping and the bride and groom were covered in blood. "But Sean the first thing when we go home, I want a ring." he nodded and kissed me again. Have you heard of the saying happiness doesn't last long? Or something like the calm before the storm? Our situation was like that one moment we were happy and rejoicing the reunion of our long lost love and in the next we heard the beep from the walkie talkie of the cop. "Z-32 and Z-30 we have man on loose. One officer down, the man has a gun with him and is hurrying through the entrance as I speak. Cover the victims."

Get out before I call the police if you don't have the money to steal from someone else. Money. That was another word he didn't know, but it gave him relief; that man didn't want to hit him; he wanted money. Oliver stands up, still shocked and grateful for not being physically assaulted. As he met the man's still annoyed gaze, he ran to the opposite side.

The fringe guy complained. "Let-him-finish." I said warningly. "We were importing them from Mexico illegally and selling them illegally." "What about the first time you were caught?" I said moving closer to his lips, licking mine seductively. "How do you know all this?" He asked, agitated. "If you want that kiss handsome, you have to make this quick." I said, tightening my grip on his beautiful dress shirt collar. "Fine!" "Dude!" Dark skin complained. "S-some of our men killed police officers. To make it worse, they used stolen guns. We were caught, yes, but we threatened the police with pictures." He admitted.

Roy stayed in his car, crying. He couldn’t understand what turn his life was taking. A month ago was peaceful and everything was going fine, besides the fact that he didn’t have a mate. But now, his life is a mess, and with everything that has been going on, he had no doubt that he was crazy. Just a while ago, he would’ve killed one of his own, after years of promising he wouldn’t do such a thing. He wished he could get this guilt off his chest, but he couldn’t because, the more he thought about what he did, the more he felt disappointed in himself.

she narrowed her eyes. “I mean the equilibrium that exists in society. In every system, there are forces at play—good and evil, law and crime, order and chaos. These forces oppose each other, maintaining a certain balance. If one side becomes too dominant, the system becomes unstable. So, in a twisted way, crime can be seen as a counterforce to law enforcement. It’s not a justification, but an observation of how things operate. It’s a complex and often harsh reality of our world.”

The foolish police had taken him in for it a couple of times and always ended up being the losers. “Ah, my mistake. Illegal feeding of hard drugs to an innocent civilian. What name of crime is it called?” Collins stepped away from the door fully. His eyes squinted. Again Margaret didn't look like she was just messing around with him. “What rubbish are you talking about?”

The vulnerability, the fear, the possibility of being hurt. Because staying closed-off and protected was just another kind of destruction. And Eli was worth the risk.

I'd never be the same because of him and if I saw him again I would kill him. I walk through the dark woods making sure to make as little noise as possible. Eventually, I get to a road. A car races down the road and I could smell the fuel a mile a way. He was swerving like a drunk. Then, before I even knew it, it all went black.