Good Crime Books Novels & Stories

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

After a while, the conclusion seemed as simple as two plus two. Humans are rotten. Some more than others. Contaminated souls who feed on cruelty. And if those applauding the show are monsters, what does that make me, providing the main entertainment? “Welcome back to the Blood Ring, the esteemed, the beast, the biting threat, the undefeated reigning champion, Don: The Pitbull!” The applause explodes in the air. The thirst for destruction thickly crawls down my throat. I wonder if I was ever a good man. But then I conclude that good men would never do what I’ve done and would never find violent pleasure in doing what I do.

he states, like giving him a casual piece of information. “Wait! Wait!” the man requests, his begging doesn’t get through the deaf ears. Without wasting a second Riley pushes him, the noise of water splash occurs after a while. He keeps a step forward and peeps down, the dark sea makes adrenaline rush through him. He steps back immediately and walks back to his car. One part of him satisfied at his actions while the other part shivers at his own actions. He stops by the car and looks down at the gun in his red hands. He draws a deep breath in and tosses the gun through the open window of the car, he picks a bottle of water from the dashboard and washes his hands, for the first time he’d got

Scanning the room, I spotted Dexter, barely noticeable in his black attire and face cap. I had wanted to meet at a bar, but Dexter insisted on a coffee shop…less prying eyes from other mafia lords. Mafia lords were mostly found in a bar, not a fucking barbie coffee shop. I sat down across from him, accepting the cup of coffee offered by a blonde waitress. “How secure is this place?” I asked, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Dexter grinned, his smile unnerving. “Half the people here aren’t regular customers. They’re armed to the teeth,” he said, sipping his coffee.

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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.

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.

I drew out a breath. “You're one of the best agents on my team, and I know you dedicate a lot to the job.” “Thanks, Boss,” I replied gratefully, not expecting him to be so understanding. “I'm not gonna try convincing you to take on this serial murder case. It's obvious that your heart isn't in it, and when I put my agents on something, I need them to put one-hundred percent into it.” I stared back at him, wondering where he was going with this.

I say, and she smiles, nodding her head as she watches me set my books and papers on the floor with my pens. Not long after, I look up to see her asleep, I keep my eyes focused on the papers, but I can’t remember anything I have read in the last hour. All my brain wants to focus on is Elliot and how that man has shaken my entire world. I know I will probably never see him again, and I have to say I am okay with that. He is dangerous, and I have enough danger in my life. Pavlov is all I can take right now.