Crime Time Book Novels & Stories

He pretended to play along the lies of Pierce as if he had been unaware of the condition of the city. The city of Crimen had become true to its name and the hub of every single crime mainly due to its geographical position. Since it was the first spot right after entering the kingdom from the south, the Crimen city became the centre of dirty deeds soon after Hawthorne took the control. It was due to his recklessness that the beta Curtis raided and caught the deal of Leita and her mistress’ selling.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

So using the computer, I opened the list of criminals going down to K and found his name. He was listed for over fifteen offenses in a span of five years which was relatively little to what I expected. They ranged from drug selling to possession of unlicensed firearms and for the least serious - Traffic rule violations. But of course those were from just five years ago. The system erased the crimes from before five years if they didn't fall under more serious categories. Those were rape, murder, manslaughter or armed robbery. Despite all the others, it shocked me that he hadn't gone down for armed robbery. He seemed like the king. As I stared at the whiter and rougher version of younger Emin

"I told you before. Yes, I hated them. But I'm just one woman. What could I really do?" The smile stretched wider under the harsh white lights. "That recording," I said softly, almost playfully, "isn't it Mike's own confession? And at the same time, my proof of innocence? After all, I didn't do anything." Every step had gone exactly the way I wanted. I didn't have to lift a finger. Their own cruelty, fear, and weakness had been enough. They destroyed each other. And me? I really hadn't done a damn thing.

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

One slide a document toward Peter. “These are the transaction logs under your access code.” Peter scanned the pages—and froze. Multiple transfers he had never authorized. Late-night log-ins he never made. Signatures that looked like his but weren’t. “This isn’t right,” he said quietly. “Someone tampered with these.” “Are you suggesting internal fraud?” Director Eliena asked smoothly. “Yes,” Peter replied. “This is too precise to be a mistake.” Mark folded his arms. “Or maybe you slipped. People do strange things under pressure.”

I was hardly sick, it was just one time close to thanksgiving I caught a flu in prison. "That's sudden. I'll handle the tab and take you home," Martin says as his eyes flashes around. "I'll make a quick dash to the restroom," I say, already getting up. Martin rises too. "I'll come with." "No, no. It's fine," I say, hurrying past him. I pushed through a small crowd of people to get to the restroom. I didn't stay there for long. I walked out, looking for a back exit. The feeling of paranoia breathing inside me could speak if you even dared it. The components of my head were all in a rough fight against one and other. Everything kept banging and clashing together up there. I put my hands on my

I was dying from excitement but before I showed that to Tom I needed to make some introduction… "So… I'm writing a criminal novel. Sometimes I use real events as a base to put into my story… I change names, places, and create scenes and motives around them. The posts, like on this blog give in an inspiration… besides, I have to be reliable and stick to the occurrences that might actually happen… to some extent," I hoped that my explanation was convincing and reasonable enough. I moved the laptop closer to Tom, and turned the screen his way. "So, what am I looking at?" he asked with a tone of boredom.

He placed the bouquet of roses he still held beside him, examining the titles of the books one by one. Legal Systems, Introduction to Criminology, Victimology, Psychosocial Criminology, Civil Code... He skimmed through all the scattered books. All of the books contained heavy topics. Was all these books the woman's lecture material? When he was in college, he majored in Criminology, so he understood a little about these books. He made sure that he has returned the book to the position before—right on the page Nikki left— and not tidying it up for fear that she still needed it, he took a look around. Did that woman live alone? He even just realized that in the woman's apartment, he did not fi

NARRATION BY DON The ring floor reeks of sweat, iron, and cigarette smoke. A familiar smell, but on nights like this—where I am the main attraction—this shit intensifies. Lots of gamblers together. Fights. Drugs. Prostitutes. Blood splatters and puddles spread across the concrete, mixing with the sewage shit the city dumps down here. A filthy place, just like everyone inside it. I clench my fists, feeling the chains tear at the skin of my wrists. The pain fuels me. Feeds the hatred inside me. I inhale the scent of lurking death; my fucked-up mind finds comfort in the crushing reality that this is where I belong.