Criminal Novels & Stories

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********

"We're still looking into it, but he was probably just your average, run-of-the-mill burglar." I stopped him. "He tried to kill me, Daniel," I said. "That's not burglary, it's robbery and attempted murder. Someone should have called the police." Daniel rolled his eyes and I could tell he was getting frustrated. "There was no need to call the police." "He tried to kill me," I reminded him again. "Yes, and Cain killed him." I shook my head as I continued to walk. "What?" Daniel asked. "You don't think he should have killed him?" "I've seen two people killed in the past two weeks," I told him, referring to both the robber and the man who had been killed by Jai at my grandfather's funeral.

Alex just realized he had been wrong when he thought nothing could spoil his day, Amanda was not who he thought she was and right now, guns were being pointed at their faces by huge tattooed men. Alex turned to look at Amanda, she looked really shaken and the fear in her eyes were evident, he wondered what sort of crime she had committed to warrant this.

The fringe guy complained. "Let-him-finish." I said warningly. "We were importing them from Mexico illegally and selling them illegally." "What about the first time you were caught?" I said moving closer to his lips, licking mine seductively. "How do you know all this?" He asked, agitated. "If you want that kiss handsome, you have to make this quick." I said, tightening my grip on his beautiful dress shirt collar. "Fine!" "Dude!" Dark skin complained. "S-some of our men killed police officers. To make it worse, they used stolen guns. We were caught, yes, but we threatened the police with pictures." He admitted.

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He waved his gun around again and began to pace as he spoke. "Now I understand that poaching is illegal and bla bla bla," he ran a trembling hand through his hair. "But it's just a dumb animal, my father deserved to live more than it! Or so that's what I thought. I always thought that it was just some stupid wolf. But now that I've seen what I've seen. There's no mistaking it." His voice was rushed. My eyebrows scrunched. Alastor grumbled darkly behind me. I pet him soothingly. Lucas turned his glare to me, I flinched.

"We're not softening this campaign. The vulnerability is the entire foundation of why it's working. If you remove that, you remove the effectiveness. You remove the reason people are connecting with your brand." "But the legal exposure—" the counsel started. "Is manageable through appropriate disclaimers and consent processes," I said. "Not through compromising the creative vision. Adrian and Eli didn't build this campaign to be safe. They built it to be authentic. And authentic requires vulnerability." I was aware that I'd just referred to myself in third person. I was aware that I was actively defending Eli's approach in front of Westbrook's entire leadership team. I was aware that I was m

My hand shook as I pinned back my curl, I had developed such a bad tremor in the last years- perhaps due to my illness, or the countless medications I have to take due to it. Triston's voice cut through the silence of the bathroom, "What color are you wearing tonight?" I turned my head up,

they said. Sebastian, oblivious to what was happening, replied, "That's me." The police chief's expression turned stern. "Sebastian Smith, you're under arrest for Attempted Murder of an Unborn Child, a Class A felony, for intentionally attempting to kill the unborn child of Miss Darla Matthew. You're also charged with Attempted Murder in the First Degree, a Class A felony, for intentionally attempting to kill Miss Darla Matthew. Additionally, you're charged with Reckless Endangerment in the First Degree, a Class D felony, for engaging in conduct that created a grave risk of death to others during the shootout."

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known