Crime Time Book Novels & Stories

The realization irritated me more than it should have. I closed the book with a soft thud and stared at the shelves. Power lived here, too—ink and paper shaping minds, just as bullets shaped bodies. I wondered how many of these books he’d actually read. How many nights he’d spent in this room, alone, building himself into whatever he was now. A shadow crossed the doorway. I didn’t look up immediately. Pride kept my chin lifted, my expression neutral. “You walk like you’re preparing for a war,” Lucas said from the threshold.

I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money. And right now… Money was all I cared about. I needed lots of it, in order to take over Damon’s position in the business. Damon was just a means to an end. As soon as I’d learnt all the strategies off him and explained them to the Juarez cartel, we were going to take Damon out.

POV: Lena Moretti The case file was four hundred and twelve pages long. I knew because I'd counted. Four hundred and twelve pages of financial analysis, document reproductions, timeline reconstructions, transcribed recordings, and witness statements that told the story of Victor Crane's thirty-year predation machine from beginning to end. My mother started the work. I finished it. And the result was sitting on my laptop in a folder labeled "Final Submission" waiting for the one person who could turn paper into prosecution.

3rd Person's POV Bribery, embezzlement, tax evasion, and murder are the crimes announced by the judge under the defendants, Clyde Evans and Jameson Nicholson. They cannot get away with those crimes because strong evidence was passed to the court. Until the very end, the two partners in crime are two partners in prison.

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

Olivia said with a grin on her face as she brought out her wallet and gave her credit card before the gang boss could even stop her. The two women knew that they were crazy and a match for each other with how they were happy in celebrating their first meeting from a decade ago by reenacting it—which was a situation in which the blonde helped the gang boss from not being caught in stealing. Except that the blonde had a huge change which included not wanting to do crimes anymore. Though they were still indeed partners in crime after all.

He is kind and humorous, and when he speaks of being president one day, I believe him. “Governor Smith, how are you?” My husband greets him with the same excitement and extends his hand. This is how this world is, crime and capital go hand in hand. There is no definitive line between those who create laws and those who break them. There is only recognition and understanding of power. I used to have power once. “And Mrs. Cattaneo, how are you?” I extend my arm like a robot, and pretend to be delighted when he kisses my hand.

I never imagined I would one day be in a position to help her family when they needed it most. If only those misunderstandings did not happen. Though without them, she and I might never have ended up together. Then again, at least she would have been happier than she was now. ... After laying me to rest, Caroline voluntarily confessed to her misconduct and destruction of evidence and turned herself in. Unable to withstand interrogation, Ian quickly spilled everything about his own crimes and everything he knew about the smuggling operation. Using the leads he provided, combined with the evidence Caroline found during the autopsy, it did not take the police long to track down and arrest all t

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,