Crime Series Novels & Stories

He said, there was no disrespect in his tone but the question alone made my blood boil. "What was this incident?" "Well, according to the news he walked out of a gas station with sodas, but when the police went inside there was a corpse that looked like it was just a husk. Almost as if their very essence was ripped out of their body." "Well, firstly, he's a demon and a crime boss, he doesn't exactly play by the book, almost like we do but with less respect. Secondly, he was given to me by the goddess, he may not be a werewolf but I'm not going to deny him just because he's different. Thirdly, this is the last time we will speak of this. Understood?" I asked, not expecting a response as he kn

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

Just got home, suddenly she was surprised by the absurd letters from hers father. Louis Cyn. Hers own father had the heart to marry herself off to someone she did not even know his origins, what kind of person he was and what his character was. Just yesterday hers father came home from a business trip in America. And now, that statement hers father brought with him almost made her scream in annoyance.

Serra just stared at her, unable to reach for the right words to say. Serra understands Leni's rage and pain but revenge will never be the solution. It may give temporary satisfaction but the long term consequences will forever hunt you down. It will not leave you until you die. They helped Leni in the past but she can't judge her. They were blinded with false hope and lies. Maybe even Serra would do it if she was Rena in the past. Who would not like a safe haven for Badbloods? Everyone wants freedom but that doesn't mean doing unspeakable violence to have it. In this world, there is no true freedom because all people will always be chained to something: rules, personal desires, and the worl

"I just don't know why Kristen would frame me of something I didn't do... My reputation is ruined right now!" Crimson lamented after finishing the food. Candice already left the room to have the two couples some privacy. "Don't worry I'll make sure we fix this. We got hold of footage of the sales girl who gave you the coffee drugging one of them, although we have no idea who it was intended for maybe she wanted to drug you or another person but the other lady had to drink it I don't know for sure, I've made sure she's taken care of and never has to see the face of brightness ever again.

This wasn’t sabotage. It was a full-blown takedown. “Until further notice,” Director Collins announced solemnly, “you’re suspended pending deeper investigation.” The word hit Peter like a blunt force. Suspended. His reputation shattered. His hard-earned respect stained. And Mark watched every second with quiet satisfaction. “Don’t take it personally,” Mark said softly, with poison disguised as empathy. “These things happen.” Peter met his eyes, seeing the truth behind the mask. Mark wanted him destroyed. KAREN WAITING FOR NEWS

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?”

So using the computer, I opened the list of criminals going down to K and found his name. He was listed for over fifteen offenses in a span of five years which was relatively little to what I expected. They ranged from drug selling to possession of unlicensed firearms and for the least serious - Traffic rule violations. But of course those were from just five years ago. The system erased the crimes from before five years if they didn't fall under more serious categories. Those were rape, murder, manslaughter or armed robbery. Despite all the others, it shocked me that he hadn't gone down for armed robbery. He seemed like the king. As I stared at the whiter and rougher version of younger Emin

Not as hard as the pounding of my chest though. “I…I don't. It's just uh—” “Let me guess!” Sebastian intervenes. “You’re anxious about me. You're worried that I might happen to be a psychopathic crackhead who has a plan of sexually abusing you. Am I right?” “No!” I exclaim, taken aback by his statement. “Absolutely not!” “Then why won't you let me accompany you?” I drop my gaze down, not knowing what to do or to say. “I just…I don't know how to make the conversation interesting. I don't know how to make you stay longer,” I confess like how a guilty child would do to her parents.

"Oh, you’re going to fucking regret that. I’ll fucking kill–" "Stop!" Veronica screams from behind. "Stop and leave Sam, or I’ll make you." She threatens, but he doesn’t listen. He takes one step towards me, then she says, "I’ll dial the fucking number, Sam. I’ll call the cops on you. Do not make me." He stills at that, his eyes showing disbelief before he spins to her. I let out a heavy pant as my eyes move to Veronica who’s standing several feet away with her phone in the air and only one click away from truly calling the cops.