Crime Of Passion Novels & Stories

Starved Passion::: There was so much passion between them, it started as a flame and turned into a roaring fire, God! How he missed her, missed having her soft body next to him as they lay naked in his bed. "Damn!" He swore out loud and threw his glass of Scotch across the room, " why can't I get her out of my head?" He screamed. He threw himself into work, signing deals, returning to his normal routine except bringing women home to his bed, she had ruined him for other women, it was Friday evening, so he changed into his suit and headed to one of his finest hotel to dine.

He dialed Riley’s number one more time and when it went to voicemail again, he sent probably the millionth ‘I love you, I am so sorry’ text message he had sent her. He took another big long pull off of the vodka bottle before he decided to send Erin James a fax. It had all the details of the club he and Riley were working on, with the name Manhattan Passion written across the top. He figured if his relationship with Riley was really over the name of what they had started together should at least reflect a little on what they had. He decided he would send her one last message before he left her alone.

Even Capo wasn't acquainted about my plan, that I'll be the ultimate deity of this crime scene. I looked at that man's face, his face was all indulged in lust and passion, but soon that will be lifeless. I tried to bribe him before with the most fantastic price, but he said his principles aren't for sale. And look at him now, completely drown in my trap. The time when he'll realize he is trapped will be so late, he wouldn't be able to apologize himself, for what he indulged himself in. I smirked as I thought about his end.

“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 father died in vain and unfair,” Michael responded. “No way! I have e

I doubt I can run far from the men if I want to. How tragic that my father gambled and I'm paying back with my life without spending a penny out of the money. “Please, Don.” Dad begs, his voice broken. Don? My brain shuts down with panic as I get pulled up by one of the men. Don as in Hunter Don, the mafia boss? Thanks, dad, for ruining my life.

At the annual Mafia Summit, my childhood sweetheart, Salvatore Russo, falls victim to an aphrodisiac slipped to him by a beautiful spy from a rival family. And I, the cherished daughter of the most feared Don in the west, willingly become his antidote. That night, he drives me to the edge of breathless surrender, again and again. "Principessa, what did I ever do to deserve your favor?" he mutters. From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like.

Nick showed no guilt for his betrayal. Far from it, he accused me of sabotaging his plans. My heart was already numb, so his words didn't hurt me. I laughed bitterly. "Nick, you've really opened my eyes!" Tears mixed with blood ran down my face, not for him, but for Benedetta, who died never knowing his true nature. I pointed to her body, my voice heavy with grief. "Young Bennie is dead, killed by your lover!"

Left with no choice, I tried to key in the password instead, but it had been changed as well. My crushing sense of defeat turned into rage, and I pounded the door. "I know you're inside, Harrison! Get out here!" I kept shouting until my throat was strained before the door finally opened ever so slightly. Harrison scowled at me, his gaze making it seem as if I were his mortal enemy. Keeping his voice down, he threatened me, "Are you crazy, Vivian? Must you insist on causing trouble for me? If you insist on keeping this up, we should just—"

He exhaled and called over, “I don’t feel bad about what I did. Not that, anyway.” Darius filled a pot from the water faucet. “What then?” He put the pot on the stove, turned on the gas, and padded back to the couch, his head to the side. “Is it the woman?” Surprised, Daniel glanced up. Darius chuckled and crossed his arms over his sinewy bare chest. “It’s always a dame.” “Dame? You’ve been watching Casablanca again.” Darius shook his head. “Double Indemnity.”

He stayed in jail, believing I was a supporter of the master. I heard he was tortured everyday so I paid some money to get him free from tortures in the prison cell. He wasn’t aware I paid for it. I later found out that the master and his son raped Calix’s girlfriend to death. I felt really guilty. It was a weight on my shoulder. I immediately asked for Calix’s release. It was too late to speak with Calix. He resented me and I know it’s coming from the frustration of his girlfriend’s death.