Crime Suspense Stories 22 Novels & Stories

My time was up. Before I could even let go, a panicked Chloe violently yanked her heavy, wet breasts back through the velvet hole, disappearing behind the dark curtain. I was left standing alone in the dark booth, my hands empty and my dick a throbbing, aching weapon against my zipper, staring at a blank black wall. ***

Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker. “What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together. “Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance. “Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience. “What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk. How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?

She knew most people never committed the same crime exactly, but there was always something that didnÕt differ, no matter how many times the perpetrator struck. She was looking for those similarities now. Maybe there wasnÕt a car involved, but the way the body had been displayed might be the same. Or the word that was carved into her victimÕs chest. She combed through the twenty or so cases that popped up, comparing notes until she was able to separate the few that stood out. Of the twenty cases, five had been solved. Four had suspects, and eleven were still pending. Out of the eleven six matched closely to hers, the only problem is that they were scattered around, and some, especially the f

I grabbed my phone and opened W******p, my fingers flying across the screen as anger and panic mixed inside me. **Me:** Why would you deceive me like that?! You knew that was my house when you were coming over, didn’t you? You’re my dad’s boss! How could you do that? You watched me do all those nasty things and then you just show up here like it’s normal? I can’t believe you! I sent it and waited, breathing hard. His reply came a couple of minutes later. **HotFantasy88:** Calm down, Susan. I didn’t plan for it to happen this way, but when I saw your last name and address, I couldn’t resist. You’re even more beautiful in person. We can talk about this properly. Don’t do anything rash.

she said as she panted softly, everything was becoming do confused and she wished she could understand. "Go Inside and treat him well, we would talk about this when we get home " she answered as she turned and flaged down a cab , she entered and waved at her. Cindy watched till the cab was out of sight before going inside to meet a panting Mr. Damien. She rushed to him shocked as she thought of what was wrong with him. He was panting and sweating profusely, she thought hard as she remembered what Rhea said, hope she didn't do anything bad to him.

I need to hear him say it plainly. "I'm saying the timeline is suspicious. Man files objection that threatens a quarter-million-dollar acquisition. Man dies before he can testify. Objection dismissed. Acquisition proceeds. Your fiancé was present at the death. Didn't call for help. Left the scene." He closes the laptop with a soft snap and looks at me directly. "Draw your own conclusions, Ms. Bennett. But in thirty years of investigating financial crimes, I've learned to be suspicious of convenient deaths." My hands are shaking. I press them flat against the cold table to stop the tremors.

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

That’s just the kind of story the media loves to get a hold of, and pretty soon you’re not the smart capable First Daughter who runs a foundation; you’re the pervy First Daughter who orders stuff from a sex shop. No, thanks. “Do you think it’s the lube or the condoms that glow in the dark?” Vi asks over the phone. I sip my glass of wine and stare at the box like it’s going to answer that question. It doesn’t. “Have you ever heard of glow-in-the-dark-lube?” “You ask that question like I’m an expert on sex accessories,” Vi sniffs.

Two little canines flashed in a silly, sweet grin—adorable as hell. I narrowed my eyes at her and whispered, "What are you doing in there? Get out!" But instead of listening, she only pushed further. Her soft little hand slipped inside. A wave of unbearable tingling shot through me. I curled my toes hard into the floor, every muscle tensed against the deep, bone-tickling itch. I fought to keep my body from giving anything away—there were too many people watching. "Max, what's with this lump here? Let me rub it for you," she said, her face the picture of innocence.

The flames burned the paper, and along with it, my past. The ashes fell onto the carpet—just like this marriage, it all meant nothing in the end. Back in Cruxby, I quickly finalized the divorce. Owen, buried in debt and suspected of fraud, was soon taken away by the police. I heard that he kept shouting every day that he wanted to see me in the detention center, saying he knew he had messed up and that Sandy had seduced him. But I never went to visit. As for Sandy, Mr. Compton found that she not only lacked qualifications as a ski instructor but was also suspected of multiple honey-trap scams. Her so-called baby was nothing more than a fake ultrasound used to extort money.