Crime Stories Short Novels & Stories

Flashback* Ahmed Nawaz was in his cabin, working on his laptop when he heard noises coming from outside. He thought of ignoring it when someone barged into the office. "At least listen to me." Dayyan's pleading voice came as he entered the cabin. But what shocked Ahmed wasn't Dayyan coming to his cabin, neither it was Dayyan's guilty posture. What truly stunned Ahmed Nawaz was a young girl who entered the cabin with Dayyan. Clad in denim jeans shirt and black trousers, the girl's main highlight were her loud red lipstick and a determined expression on her face.

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Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

There were three more gunshots, and then everything went quiet. ‘Susan?’ whimpered Lucy, cautiously groping around in the dark to find the woman she loved. ‘Are you okay? ‘Yeah, fine,’ panted the detective. ‘Are you okay as well?’ Both women breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I’m good. What about Rachel?’ ‘She’s dead,’ panted Susan. And in the blinding darkness, the moment that Lucy managed to find the detective’s blood-tained hand, the two women embraced each other so passionately that they never wanted to let go.

And she knew, with a sickening certainty, that there was nowhere to go but down. The next few days were a blur of anxiety and dread. Emma went to work, she went home, she went through the motions of her life, but she was just a ghost, a hollow shell of the person she used to be. Mr. Carter was back to his old self, cold, distant, and demanding. He didn’t mention the trip, or the threesome, or the picture he had made her take. It was like it had never happened. But she knew it had. She could feel it in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her, in the way he owned her, even when he wasn’t touching her at all.

Thalia's POV. My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that. Death? I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace. I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go. His grin never faltered, even as he finger-fucked me. The sounds of his finger pushing back and forth echoing through the room, a reminder of how shameless I grew.

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

"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.