Crime Stories Novels & Stories

The TV in the corner was flashing headlines that made him turn more serious with each word. “BREAKING NEWS: Nicholas Amaro arrested in connection with arson, fraud, and organized crime.” The news anchor’s voice rang out like a siren in the room. Photos of Nicholas being led into a police car with his hands cuffed behind him filled the screen as cameras flashed and reporters shouted. Victor didn’t blink. He just leaned back slowly, taking a deep breath. He knew this day would come. But now that it had, he wasn’t shocked, but just calculating.

Love stories in a fictional universe mostly end up with a happy ending because destiny exists and will always be by the side of the two characters. But love stories are not always nice. Some do not start in a vintage coffee shop or a school hallway in the first day of a school year, and some do not end up in a wedding as a happy ending. Love indeed is complex as it could either be a lifetime benefit or a permanent danger to an individual. But perhaps destiny does exist—but that does not mean destiny gives everyone a happy ending. The question is, do the people involved in the world of crime deserve a happy ending? Or will destiny stay by their side to prove that love is more powerful than an

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.

asked the old man who seems to have never used a computer connected to a global network, but has already heard about the potential of this resource. “The only thing I found in my searches and research was that there must only be one reason for this apparent non-existence of homicides. It's as if these two cases were nothing more than fiction...! What a paradox! Strange, isn't it? Investigating an actor and considering the crimes as fiction! To give you an idea, in the same period the police investigated much less important things and released them to the press, which flooded the media... Such as car theft, pet kidnapping, fraud, etc. All in the period parallel to the homicide case. And there

Everyone was gathered. From grandparents to siblings and friends. The house was full of people, eagerly waiting for the birthday boy, Christoffer Derrick, to arrive. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Derrick, were one of the wealthiest people of Goldfinch, one of the smallest towns in California, recognized for being a target to endless crimes. It was mandatory for people to stay inside at night. The town was rumoured to be cursed. There was no other expalnation to the sickening crimes committed by maksed criminals. From the time the mayor's house had been set on fire, to the time people were violated and killed under the public's sight.

Jack said to Scarlet, and then looking over at Violet, said, "You too, Miss Innocent. Look at a real man's cock for the first time in your life." But Henry said, "I don't know, Jack. What if she bit your cock? Probably not, but she does seem pretty angry and crazy. We thought we were just going to do the robbery by getting Scarlet naked. We've done that, and I can't believe that she still hasn't given us the combination. But I'm getting another idea. Untie Brian's hands, Jack. Do it." Even while leaving his swinging cock free, Jack untied Brian's hands, and then got out his knife again and snapped it open.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

“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.” The truckers we’ve caught rides with have almost always had big laughs and outrageous stories. They tell us about their backroad breakdowns, their close shaves. The crazies and the lonelies and the loons who cross their paths. Stress and booze, and what booze does when folks are stressed. They know all about lunatics, and even more about angels. A few told us about their encounters with wild animals, late at n

That's how some time passed, maybe two months, Miriam lived her normal life during the day, but when she got home, she missed him, she cried, she couldn't forget him, one of those days Lu arrived very early, she went in and woke her up. -Wake up, wake up. -What's wrong, what's wrong? -Nothing, that the unhappy man left you for another one, look, look, he cheated on you, the unhappy man cheated on you. And he gives her the newspaper that in the social section and in half page, announced the marriage next Sunday of the prestigious university professor, with the society lady and daughter of a successful businessman, Miriam sees it and reads it, she tears the newspaper as if that would break all

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm