Crime Mga Nobela at Kwento

He drops a file on the table in front of me. “ Human Trafficking. ” He drops another one. “ Murders. ” Another file. A thud noise. “ Target killings. ” He drops another one. “ Gang Violence. ” Another file. “ Sexual Assaults. ” Another one. “ Money laundering. ” Another one. “ Illegal Brothels. ” Another one. “ Illegal lands. ” Another one. “ And many more. ” He takes out a pile of files and drops them down on the table aggressively. He looks angry. I stick my bottom lip out, pouting at him.

You can say that this world we’re living is something that is not pure. Many kinds of crime have been circulating all over the world. The poverty is one of the result of those things. Robbery, Burglary, Arson, White Collar Crime, Domestic Violence, Assaults, Violence, Cyber Crime, Kidnapping, Theft, Aggravated Assault, Homicide, Organized Crime, Identity Theft, Embezzlement, Vandalism, Manslaughter, Motor Vehicle Theft, Plagiarism, Money Laundering, Drug, Human Trafficking, Property Theft, Drug Trafficking, Child Abuse, Verbal Assault, many kind of things is posit

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

He is kind and humorous, and when he speaks of being president one day, I believe him. “Governor Smith, how are you?” My husband greets him with the same excitement and extends his hand. This is how this world is, crime and capital go hand in hand. There is no definitive line between those who create laws and those who break them. There is only recognition and understanding of power. I used to have power once. “And Mrs. Cattaneo, how are you?” I extend my arm like a robot, and pretend to be delighted when he kisses my hand.

Bullet shook his head in disappointment. “Why? To make me do embarrassing stuff?” Dakota knew him so well. “Well, there’s that. But there’s another thing.” “Fine, dare.” The gang boss thought that she could punish him later anyway if he was really going to make her do something that would embarrass her in front of the blonde. “Lend your ownership of the revolver that you got from Mathias to me,” Bullet shamelessly said almost quickly. Even though Olivia did not know who Mathias was, she was amused at the dare that he gave her as she realized that was how close friends in the crime world make dares to each other.

Hudson's POV: Two weeks. Since two weeks I get texts from Monika threatening me. It's the same as usual. She would do something to Ashley. Last week Ashley went to the store alone and someone almost ran into her when she walked across the streets. She told me that she couldn't see who it was but she's sure it was a woman driving the car. 10 minutes later Monika sends me a photo sitting behind the wheel. I couldn't recognize where exactly she was so I just told her to not do anything worst.

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?”

Jeff is always his most abusive when he is at his drunkest. I am standing by the large window that looks out over the street, my glass in my hand, watching the lights from the cars and streetlights, seeing a few people walking along the sidewalk, wondering what sort of people are out and about in the city this time of night. No one who is up to any good, not in this neighborhood. The street is so far down from where I am standing, they look a bit like ants, though not quite as small. Pollution from the street lights hides the stars. The sky is an inky black with not even one pinprick of light leaking through the haze from the city. At Braxton’s house, you can always see the stars. Here, it’s

I ask the guard, pulling the stool closer to his bed as I take a seat. “Luca Moretti.”He says in a calm silky but yet husky voice that sends shivers down my spine. I grab the clipboard instead of staring right back at him as I flip through the files looking for his name. I glance at the clipboard my eyes landing on his name, Luca Moretti, arrested on an Assault and Minor fraud charge.

He bowed again and headed back to his seat. There came the silence and flipping of papers. My heart raced as I looked to the door, wondering where Olivia was. If I was going to be set free, I wanted her to be there because all these were possible just because of her. “The accused, Prince Sebastian Sinclair, is charged with a fine of one thousand dollars for burying a human and keeping the details of this incident to himself.” I sighed; money wasn’t my problem. I just didn’t want to be taken away from my family.