Crime Suspense Stories 22 Novels & Stories

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

“I was just… trying something new.” Madison’s eyes narrowed slightly. A flicker of suspicion crossed her face, there and gone so fast I almost missed it. She stepped closer, her perfume mixing with the faint scent of smoke. She pulled a cigarette from her robe pocket, lit it with a practiced flick, and took a long drag. The tip glowed orange in the dim light.

It was in December 2022 when he was caught, with Loki's help to get rid of the psychopath, who picked up women and a man in question. He wants to tell us about how the town of Howard Phillips, and the state of Lovecraft County, was going through a series of homicides, which happened in September. One day, he went to the bar, he wanted to drink, so I entered the bar, a girl came towards him and gave me a hug, unexpectedly, he didn't know her, so he didn't expect to be approached and surrounded at that time, by any woman, in which she was much shorter than me, at that time, I did not pay attention to her.

he said, his voice hoarse. "Care to join us?" Srisha smiled, pushing off the wall and sauntering towards them. "Only if you promise to make it interesting," she said, her voice a sultry purr. She let her fingers trail over Harrington's chest as she passed him, feeling his heart race under her touch. She pulled her raincoat open more, showing him her breasts, licking her lips. She enjoyed the look of desperation in his eyes. The others stood, their bodies tense with anticipation. She could see their cocks now, thick and hard, straining against their pants.

Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. She opened one article. Then another. Photos. Police tape. Flashing lights. A covered body bag. And then— A grainy image. Draven’s name circled in red. A timeline connecting him to “multiple suspicious deaths.” Speculations. Accusations. “Crime lord.” “Underworld king.” “Silent executioner.” Her throat burned. Draven wouldn’t… Would he? Her thoughts collided violently. She remembered the warehouse. The gun. The blood. His cold voice ordering cleanups.

the second inmate snarled, his voice rough as he shoved a few crumpled notes into my hand before stripping off his clothes and leaving me standing there, my chest tightening as I watched him disappear into the shadows. I froze for a second, my fingers curling around the money before I quickly tucked it into my bra, my hands slightly shaky. I stood up and hurried to the basement washroom, my steps quick and uneven, my heart still pounding. After getting dressed, I stepped back outside, trying to steady my breathing. “Sophia… Sophia!” a voice called out sharply, making me flinch as I stopped in my tracks and turned around, my brows furrowing slightly as I searched for who it was. My stomach dr

unless the twenty-five million was just bait. But she looked so innocent. She looked so genuinely baffled by my accusation. For a second, doubt crept in. Had I missed something? Was it Adrian? Was it Jason? "Let go of my arm," Aria said quietly. "Now." I released her, stepping back, running my hands through my hair. "It’s gone, Aria. It’s all gone. I’m ruined.” "If the money is gone," Aria said, adjusting her blazer, "then we have a security breach. We need to call the authorities. We need to freeze the accounts."

And just as his seed spilled from him, razor-sharp nails sliced deep through his neck, causing his lifeblood to spill all over, a look of surprise graced his face as his hand went for his neck in an attempt to enclose it, so maybe he could scream, but no, he couldn't. Susan drew back and watched him choke, she looked down and smiled at his need. "I wanted to do this at the cafe, but nosy police officers and their investigation would have closed it down," Susan said, "plus, I really like that place and the workers you keep there. Sad of you being unfair to them." The manager fell sideways, unable to breathe, his eyes wide with shock, fear played around him at the sight and warmth of his own b

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

"I just don't know why Kristen would frame me of something I didn't do... My reputation is ruined right now!" Crimson lamented after finishing the food. Candice already left the room to have the two couples some privacy. "Don't worry I'll make sure we fix this. We got hold of footage of the sales girl who gave you the coffee drugging one of them, although we have no idea who it was intended for maybe she wanted to drug you or another person but the other lady had to drink it I don't know for sure, I've made sure she's taken care of and never has to see the face of brightness ever again.