Crime Suspense Stories 22 Novels & Stories

Letting out a growl she runs to the area, the bricked walls not so high but in the height where a human cannot climb, she walks in, the interior is the walls of separate rooms in different heights, where some are short one wall and some are two, typically like a maze. Cautiously she tramples across the bare land, her eyes catching every corner. Her movements stop, she steps back leaning on to the large wall...The sound of footsteps get closer... She jumps forward when a familiar man comes to her view, the man who murdered Philips's son, she read through the files in Mintz’s office to find out whether Mintz had known about it and as expected he did know, he knows everything behind the AIM’s c

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

He had gotten the book, and on his way out on the street, he had met a lady, stranded, in the middle of the road and struggling with some of the wires in her engine. Her car bonnet was open. She was helpless. Frustrated and numb about what to do. He had recognized her, but not so clearly. He only knew he must have seen that face somewhere and somehow. “Hello, ma'am. Excuse me, ma'am. You need some help?” He had said in his French accent. “Yes, please. The engine just died, and I have been trying to bring it back to life, all to no avail,” she sobbed, shivering from the drizzling rain.

This can't be good. Detective Somers waved us in his direction with a disgusted look on his face, his blue eyes revealing despair and his blond hair in disarray. As Xandra and I approached the rocky edge of the lake surrounded by yellow tape, she gasped and tightly gripped my suit jacket for support. Pulling her in close to me, I blinked. My eyes were not prepared for a sight like this. I swallowed hard several times to prevent the accumulation of vomit from flying out of my mouth. The crime scene was the most grotesque, revolting sight I’d ever seen. Situations like this made being a detective difficult.

I screamed, feeling my chest ache. "Aaron!" Brandon couldn't take it anymore, either. He cried with me while holding me in his arms. The room was filled with silence, broken only by my agonized crying. "We'll find him, Sofia," Brandon whispered, but his words seemed distant amid the turmoil of emotions. The detective approached, maintaining composure while dealing with the situation. "We need to act smart. He might be lying to buy time," the detective reassured the team, even though urgency permeated his words.

I said, my voice low, controlled. One of the detectives stepped forward, a file in hand. “The victim is Kraven Hemsington, suspected in multiple murders but never convicted. He was caught in the act of raping a 19-year-old store clerk who he dragged out the back of this convenience store when our killer struck. The clerk is alive and in route to the hospital but their condition is critical.” I nodded, absorbing the information. “Are we lucky enough for any security footage?” The detective shook his head. “Nah, we checked… these types of places pay under the table and skim cash off the top; they don't want video evidence hanging around for Mr. Taxman..”

“Good morning Crimson Stone,” a man in tight, grayish white suit sternly looked at the screen of our flat TV, “Six months have passed, but the police have found no leads to the untimely death of two boys a few months ago.” The camera panned to the sharply dressed woman, “Another incident happened at the small town of Crimson Stone during the week. The residents feared of a possible crazy man on the loose or worse, another Tyrone Netherwell incident.”

💎 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🎩 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 32 Sniffing for the uptenth times,she dragged her legs towards the little window. Settling on the couch,she gazed outside the window and let out a sigh "I miss him" Melanie sobbed trying to hold back the tears. Night is slowly creeping in making the stairs dance more beautifully in the sky

Chapter 2 The next day’s stream started just like other days. I sat on the edge of the bed, the laptop casting a glow on my skin. My hands trembled as I adjusted the camera angle with my face hidden. Regular47 had already tipped a hundred dollars even before I said hello. My heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. His message popped up immediately. I know who you are. You’re Vida. Does Mark know his sweet wife is fingering herself for strangers?

His fingers were long and pale, held perfectly steady. I stared at his hand in silence, wondering why the hell I was even considering this. But then, I reached out and locked my fingers with his. His skin was like ice. Chills traveled down my spine, vibrating through my bones as my eyes met those dead ones again, and he led me deeper into the dark.