Crime Suspense Stories 22 Novels & Stories

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

And my phone buzzes once on the bed beside us. Judith Crane. One line. "The Maddox case has a new primary suspect. You need to read this before tomorrow."

"By yourself." "With help. Hana Azari is preparing testimony about her captive marriage. Delia Kessler has a formal statement about her escape from a blood debt arrangement. Sofia Petrov's private investigator found evidence connecting a Crane security contractor to her sister's death. And Catherine Wells, a federal prosecutor specializing in financial crimes, has the full submission package and is reviewing it for formal investigation."

Vivenne's Pov I woke early in Roman’s penthouse. My bruises still hurt, but I felt stronger. I dressed in the clothes Delia brought and went to the kitchen. Roman stood by the counter with coffee, already in a suit. “Morning,” I said. “Any updates?” He handed me a mug. “Griffin made bail. But Iris has him on record for the hit. Police are slow, but we have copies. Victor Crane is next. My team found transfers from Ashworth accounts to his shell companies.”

Without a word, he fished a gun from his pocket and began firing relentlessly. Each shot hammered into Damon, whose body vibrated under the onslaught. The air was filled with the crack of bullets and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Eventually, the man’s clip emptied, and Damon slumped to the ground. With a frustrated sigh, the aged man handed his now-empty weapon to one of his henchmen. “Let’s leave this place—Bonnie’s not here,” he barked, and together they strode toward the entrance of the warehouse. They barely reached the door when all movement suddenly halted. A tense murmur rippled through the group. One of the men leaned in, eyes wide with alarm. “Did you hear that?”

Because I used my connections to have the process expedited, I got the test results immediately the next day. From the report, acrylic polymers were found in the bedsheets. Clearly, Vivian had done it on purpose. After saving the evidence, I started packing the things, much to the distress of Agnes, who had taken care of me all this while. "You didn't do anything wrong, Miss! I'll tell Master and Madam about this!" I forced myself not to cry. Even a nanny trusted me, yet Horace was convinced of my crimes without even asking. None of that mattered, though. I should have left ages ago.

But their deaths all seem to have happened close together, sometime between 1 and 3 AM. Detective Captain Alex Bell turned to me then, his eyes sharp, pinning me in place. "You were in that car, too. You must've experienced the same altitude and freezing temps." I nodded, my throat dry and tight. He studied me, as if he was trying to peel back layers. But instead of pushing harder on that point, he switched gears. "You're sure you went to sleep around 10 PM, and you didn't wake up once? Didn't notice anything strange?"

she managed to say, her voice still trembling slightly. His smirk widened once more. He leaned in, his lips brushing the edge of her ear. “Then you must earn the next step.” Her breath caught as his hands went to her shoulders, pushing the open blouse completely off. It fell and pooled at her elbows, leaving her upper body completely exposed. His fingers trailed down her arms, and she shivered again as they reached her wrists. He grasped them firmly, pulling them behind her back, and she felt the sudden, cool metal of handcuffs clicking into place.

instead he asked when the young lady approached the table. That was when Jenny stared at him. Her face looks so worried. "M-Miriam called me," she told him. “M-Miriam? Isn't she ---?” Jenny nodded. "What did she tell you?" he asked again. "R-Ryan said he had an accident," the young lady replied. ***** "C-Can you go with me?" that was Jenny's hesitant question to the young man who was staring into her face at those moments. "Of course, no problem," he replied, still smiling at her.

From getting kidnapped or killed like Christoffer and the Edwin girls. Sheriff Issac's son Cyrus Issac has been getting involved in the crimes of Goldfinch. Even though his father Sheriff Issac has told him millions of times not to get involved, he never listened. He and his best friends, Jackson, Alice, and Sally. They always got involved in crimes. They were kids that investigated crimes. Or as they liked to be called, teen detectives. Even though they have been involved in almost every crime, this one was deeper and more dangerous. And even though they have been told repeatedly not to get in this one, they always have. They never stop. No one stops them. Except for one man, The Silent Man