Crime Series Novels & Stories

She did her best. “People who’ve never done this think truckers and lone travelers who pick up hitchhikers are all bad, scary monsters,” my mother says. “They watch these murder shows on TV and they think of big ugly men with junk food guts and rusty knives stuck through their belts. They hear about maimed hookers and shallow graves. Most people like to believe the worst, especially if it’s about something they’ve never seen up close.”

From getting kidnapped or killed like Christoffer and the Edwin girls. Sheriff Issac's son Cyrus Issac has been getting involved in the crimes of Goldfinch. Even though his father Sheriff Issac has told him millions of times not to get involved, he never listened. He and his best friends, Jackson, Alice, and Sally. They always got involved in crimes. They were kids that investigated crimes. Or as they liked to be called, teen detectives. Even though they have been involved in almost every crime, this one was deeper and more dangerous. And even though they have been told repeatedly not to get in this one, they always have. They never stop. No one stops them. Except for one man, The Silent Man

Mikael, fully clothed, is standing several yards away. "Grab her," I yell into his head. He gazes at me from the distance but doesn't immediately move closer to her. My scream echoes throughout the night at the same time Mikael makes a grab. Pepper jumps and he's too late. I can only watch as she falls to her death. She doesn't fight it and dives head first in a graceful display of insanity. I can't look away because I've done this. I've killed her.

His cries turned to choked gurgles as she stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth, silencing him. Calmly, she dressed, her movements swift and unhurried, then opened the door. Three Capos—the ones she’d whispered to earlier—stepped inside, their faces lighting with dark satisfaction at the sight of Vito, chained, veiled, and bleeding. Unknown to him, Rose had captured footage of him disposing of Scarlett’s body, a damning piece of evidence she’d shared with these three Capos. She’d spread a tale that Bob had killed Scarlett with Vito’s aid, and the video, paired with their existing disdain for him, made the set-up believable.

“I ran into that guy. The one in the hood.” “What do you mean?” “It was on Iris’s anniversary. Her death. I did the usual, you know.” I paused, breathing deeply when I caught the compassion in her eyes. “I ended up hitting a guy with my car on the way home. I got out to help, but he didn’t want me to call an ambulance, afraid it would bring the cops. Then he shoved a gun in my face and stole my necklace. It was him. The same guy on the security footage. The one Be said was the devil.”

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

Jan 2012, Siegel Gambino vs Victoria Larei Fraser. "In this criminal case, Ms. Fraser is accused of murdering Mr. Ryan Fraser and kidnapping of Mr. Gambino in late November 2011" I squeeze my eyes close and took a deep breath upon hearing the judge's words. At the same time, I rub my sweaty palms together as I anxiously listen to her. She is about to announce the outcome of the trial. This trial has been going on for so long and today concluded it and I hate to admit that I am the villain of this story.

The crime architect hadn’t just built the crime, he had demolished the evidence. Clinton suggested that they go solo on the case- no lawyers, no official channels, and no paper trail that could alert the wrong people. According to him, the truth they were looking for wouldn’t be found in court records or legal archives. It would be buried in plain sight, scattered across old newspaper pages and forgotten television reports from that period. If there were inconsistencies, that was where they would surface.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

He threw up and got his clothes dirty. Heather just went to the building in front of the party to fix some things. She didn’t expect what she would see in the room right in front of the building she was in. Conan had helped Alex and brought him to a vacant room. He let Alex borrow his clothes and turned his back for Alex to change his clothes. He gave Alex privacy, but Alex, who was drunk, initiated something intimate. Though Conan refused, Alex initiated and Heather witnessed everything. Heather hyperventilated and broke. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut her hair until it was as short as Conan’s. Her life fell apart and she no longer had control of her actions. Everything came crumbli