Crime Suspense Stories 22 Novels & Stories

In her place was someone far more dangerous than anyone had ever imagined. She wondered how long it would take for hotel staff to find the body in Room 1427. She wondered what Marcus would say when the news broke... when police began asking questions about his wife’s girls’ night and any possible connection to the murdered political operative. She wondered whether the cold calm would hold when the consequences finally arrived at her door... or whether the sirens now echoing louder through the night would bring everything crashing down. The sirens grew closer still. Sophia smiled faintly into her glass and raised it in a silent toast to the memory of Jason Whitaker.

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”

Missing College Student’s Body Found in Southeastern PA. She’d thrown up twice before she could finish the article. With the next victims, she searched the papers obsessively until she found them. She didn’t dare go to the police. What help could she be? They were already all dead. What could she say? I paint dead people? The man with the cerulean-blue eyes, Detective Jack Sullivan, had been her ninth. She was not going crazy. There had to be a way out of this. She would find it. “When did it start?” he demanded.

Entrapment, bribery, framing, gang rape… All of those crimes were atrocious! He was confused. He looked at the box of red cash and remembered what Susan said. ‘Jane Dunn, you’re willing to do anything for money.’

I asked "False alarm" his face squeezed into a frown "False alarm?" I was more confused now. "An old lady read the paper. Her grandson's got the same red hoodie and his alibi somehow clicked with the day of the murder going by her claims "He replied "Then weren't you able to get him?" I probed further "He died two years ago, turns out the old lady has Dementia" Relief washed over me like chilled water. It was just a false alarm. But it had me thinking, what if this same thing keeps happening over and over? Receiving calls that don’t add up or help the situation and so I asked.

But it felt like the closest thing to it. “Sera…” His voice sounded strained. “This is crossing lines.” “I know,” I said. “But I don’t want to stop.” “Neither do I.” We stayed like that for a long time, hands pressed to the screen, talking about everything and nothing. He told me about the old lady who came in every week to confess the same small lie she told her husband. I told him about the promotion I turned down because it felt empty. When it was almost four in the morning again, I stood up slowly.

My voice came out muffled against rough fingers. “Shut her up,” a deep growl ordered from the front. I bit down hard. The man cursed and yanked his hand away, but another guy pinned my wrists together with zip ties before I could swing. My chest heaved, panic flooding every inch of me. I was twenty-two, barely scraping by on tips and night classes, and now I was being kidnapped. “Stop! Please! I don’t have any money, I swear!” I cried out, legs thrashing against the floor of the van.

Joel’s voice yanked me back. I blinked at him. “Huh?” I asked, lost. “You weren’t listening?” he pressed. Just then hurried footsteps approached, pulling every eye towards it. Joel shot up with a gasp. “There’s no way there are two of them.” He blurted, darting his eyes between Lena, whose hair had gone slightly disheveled, even her buttons were not properly closed, which meant only one thing. Those two had clearly been fucking. “Wow. I had my suspicions when she said Nelson was with her sister. Who would’ve guessed she was a twin.” Nico cut in while Mia kept staring at the two of us.

Without wasting time, he wrapped his hand around me and captured my lips in a kiss that did nothing but bore frustration into my skin. He was watching, I could feel it. The hairs on my body stood on end. Damian finally ended the kiss, looking me over with a sexual glint dancing around his eyes. "Miss Donna..." His unmistakable deep voice hit my ears, my core, and reverberated through me. Relief was dancing around my eyes when I turned, craning my neck to meet his gaze. But it was on Damian, sharp and murderous. "Can you give us a minute?" He wasn't asking, he was demanding.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.