Criminal Novels & Stories

I was shocked at his request, to be honest it confused me. If he believed me then why would he want to make a bet, knowing he would risk the chance of being wrong? The idea of a bet wasn’t making any sense to me so I decided to ask him a question instead. “Why do you want to make a bet? If you believe me, which you said you did, why the bet?” I continued to look at his face so I could read his facial expressions. People always gave away so much in non-verbal communication. It had never occurred to me that he might have had an ulterior motive to the bet. I waited for his response quietly not realizing that we were at a stop light.

While my pretty little head will continue to play the strings. Now my name is Suyakie and I am the rotten fruit of this unequal society. And I like it!. At the edge of the woods which adjoined the RIP'S property, I leaned against one of the trees...2 minutes later the technicians' van was supposed to repair the wing fuses which had blown a little earlier, the door of the van and the face of these three guys who I had recently blackmailed, threatening to reveal their illegal electrical wire businesses to their superiors, looked at me furious but without drooling a little over my beauty.

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

Sir Ainsworth snapped, obviously irritated more than he let on at their futile search, “…let us just return to the others now. We still have an execution to attend to.” “Ah, yes,” Sir Crossram nodded, sagely, “I feel much better now.” “Well, I don’t,” Jin gritted his teeth, “Bathory should be executed alongside that damned woman! For his sake, he better be killed in combat or by the beasts outside by now rather than by my hand…” Sir Ainsworth regarded him carefully, “Or what, Sir Sanscroft?” “Or I’ll end up embracing the title of a kin slayer.” * * * * *

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.

Lanna screams at me but before I can take a step a crack sounds in the air and as if in slow motion I see a bullet zip through the air and I change course running to Lanna but it too late the bullet has hit her in the chest, She is dead instantly, the anger inside of me wells, I can feel Sandy shaking, within seconds I'm standing on four legs ready to rip these rogues to hell, the dirt starts spinning around me but before I can leap at the first rogue something hits me in my hind leg, I look down and see a small dart, I can feel my body shaking, struggling to stay upright, my eyes start getting heavy, I can't seem to fight the darkness that is engulfing me. My wolf whimpers as she hears the

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

‘Doesn’t seem to be burglary,’ he mumbled. ‘It doesn’t,’ the sub-inspector said flatly. ‘The victim opened the door ...’ ‘Herself,’ said the inspector, as if following the sub-inspector’s chain of thought. ‘But, that is only one of the possibilities, Navpreet.’ The sub-inspector looked confused. ‘Ahhh ... what is the other possibility sir?’ ‘Have you considered that probably the murderer is feeding us misinformation? Perhaps, the murderer walked in from one of these front doors, hit her on the head, and deliberately left the back door open to deceive us.’ He scratched his forehead absently. ‘The missing sweater however complicates things. We cannot rule out sexual assault ... can we?’ He pau

They must have been torturing Cassius, and we didn’t know how bad! Mathew went on, “Devitos are the most powerful and notorious crime group. It’s difficult to find out about Cassius. Boss has already searched in North and South America. But we couldn’t find any clue where they have been keeping him. We have our men and women spreading across Europe. They are trying their best to find a hint of him. We are just a clue away from him.”

The burst of loud laughter was echoing in the room, a wine glass was lying over the counter celebrating the victory. A handpicked up the wine glass and poured the champagne into it. There was a picture hanging on the wall, the eyes of the person stared at it which much hatred and the wine glass was crashed hard resulting into the crack sound and the glass pieces making the cut into the palm. It started to bleed but there was not even a painful expression on the face. The person moved towards the big portrait, there was a tall about 5 foot 11-inch tall fair complex, brown eyes and perfect face cut man standing with an award in his hand. The smooth smile on his face reflected his success.