Crime Time Book Novels & Stories

🥀 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🖤 (He's A Dangerous Mafia_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 1 In Germany,A Brothel** Night time in Germany was always used to seat back and rewind with family and friends. A time to enjoy your lovers company or just take a chill pill But... That doesn't apply for everyone,here along the street. In the building of the most renowned brothel in the entire country, ungodly and unholy noises kept erupting from it

Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of two individuals. Zellman: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of three individuals. Hitler: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of two individuals. Grimm: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of two individuals. Sven: Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of three individuals. -

One of the greatest writers of crime books and Slice of Life, dramas between real cases, was celebrating the release of his latest book. Partying with his wife, who recently got out of her depression. According to his wife, who needed to spend time with her mother, she seemed thinner, her husband saw their ten-year-old daughter, he was worried about her, due to the wave of murders in the city that was taking place, he was in the track of the murderer, collaborating with the police. He had been waiting for some time for news of some contacts with the whereabouts of Doctor Blood. About that. He was at a party with his superiors to promote his book.

“It’s just sad to think about how desperate some people must be to resort to crime. I mean, what drives someone to that point?” The driver nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. Sometimes it’s about survival, but other times, it’s just greed. Either way, it’s the innocent people who suffer.” “I hope this doesn’t become a trend,” she said, glancing out the window at the passing buildings. “It feels like crime is on the rise lately.” She continued. “Yeah, It’s been a rough few months,” the driver admitted. “But you know what? We can’t let fear take over. We’ve got to keep living our lives, keep looking out for each other.”

The crime architect hadn’t just built the crime, he had demolished the evidence. Clinton suggested that they go solo on the case- no lawyers, no official channels, and no paper trail that could alert the wrong people. According to him, the truth they were looking for wouldn’t be found in court records or legal archives. It would be buried in plain sight, scattered across old newspaper pages and forgotten television reports from that period. If there were inconsistencies, that was where they would surface.

"He said just seeing your letters pissed him off. 50 dollars a month—that's what he wired you, just enough to keep you from starving in there. He didn't want you coming out, looking like a skeleton, and embarrassing him." 50 dollars… I took the fall for Lorenzo Moretti, and in return, I slept with bedbugs and psychos in that women's prison. I ate every interrogation the cops threw at me. When two of my ribs were broken, he was out drinking and screwing his way through the city. When I bribed guards with that 50 dollars to get painkillers, he was popping champagne in this very estate with this woman. "Move." I had no interest in wasting breath on a bimbo playing guard dog. I reached out and p

But this time, I will make sure that I will win on this. On that day, I realized how people with money can control the world on their own hand. Dante Cartiño hid after he free himself from that jail. But what he did only prove that he is guilty. There are news few years ago that, the former Vice Mayor passed away a year after hiding. But I don’t believe on that. Bad people don’t die easily. And now, I proved that I was right. “I’m sorry,” I uttered and continue flipping the pages. “Rape case,” I whispered and my hand balled into fist after reading those words.

I know exactly the one he read through. "You do read a lot...." He said afterwards. "F**k, that was some positions we did already" he added and I instantly flushed. F**k he got me there. He place the books on top of the other piles on my table. "You do realise I read all the book you read." My eyes widen at his words. How can the mafia Don have time to read. "Clichés but I was interested to know what my woman invest most of her time in."

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Two minutes later, he was dead. Two shooters. No security footage. No witnesses. No suspects. And even now, a prosecutor with decades of enemies, his case remained unsolved. The NYPD called it a mafia hit, but no family ever took credit. No names were ever whispered. She poured herself a double shot of whiskey that night, let it burn down her throat like liquid armor, and told herself she didn’t care. It wasn’t the first lie she’d told herself. And it wouldn’t be the last. —