Crime Novels & Stories

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

Complete the daily tasks of the novice hero and receive a reward: a Level E hero training card and a random Level E item. Li Jie only got 5 points when he stopped the bald man last time. Today, he got 30 points for stopping the gang trade. Indeed, he got more points for stopping the vicious crime. Li Jie also found that he had only stopped a robbery by a bald man, so he only completed one task to stop the crime. But the task of stopping the trade today is not only to stop vicious crime, but also to overlap with ordinary crime. That's one cri

The girl chuckled before calling the other girl, who was still in the cubicle. "I think your drink was spiked. I'm glad I saw you, Alyssa! What if I didn't? Your mommy will kill me," she said. The woman also came out of the cubicle and sat on the side, "I feel like I'm paralyzed. Damn that drink!" "You two could've been in someone's hands. Someone's bad." The woman with red hair commented as she handed me the lipstick she borrowed. "You shouldn't accept drinks from strangers," I added. The four of us have fixed ourselves. It looks like the two are feeling better since, according to them, they don't feel numb anymore.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

Top pulled me away from the guy and I saw how he gasped for dear life as he tried to steady his breathing. "Call the police, Top. And make sure that they'll pay for this. Cause if not, I'll be the one kill them with my bare hands." I said coldly. "Maze!" I turned to look at Crimson when he called my name and I saw him kneeling beside the nearly unconscious Gab.

“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 fathe

Why me! What was my crime??

" said master Wright with a troubled expression . " You drugged me to sleep with a bitch you paid . Unless I wanted to find myself half-dead in the hospital , I had to sleep with that thing you brought . " said " Why are you such a stupid criminal bastard ?!!!! Why did I ever have a son like you ? " said mr Wright annoyed . " Disown me if you want ! I don't wanna be your son either . " said Damian with a noncaring tone . " Both of you stop it right this instant . What are you talking about ? How is my son a criminal when it was you who drugged him to sleep with that girl ?! " said madam Wright turning her face annoyed towards her husband .

Sir Ainsworth stated, blandly. “You would think,” Sir Crossram said lightly, examining a few bottles of expensive wine that he found loitering about in the hallway in his hands, “…that someone taking flight would remember to grab the booze. Heh, nothing like drinking on the run, aye, mate?” “This is no time for jokes, Sir Crossram!” Sir Ainsworth snapped, obviously irritated more than he let on at their futile search, “…let us just return to the others now. We still have an execution to attend to.”