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.

I use my backpack as a shield against the cold raindrops and run through the darkness that rules the university parking lot. My criminal law class ended fifteen minutes late, so the area feels even more desolate than usual. There’s a guard booth just a few meters away, but I get the same bizarre sensation I’ve had the past few nights: the back of my neck prickling, a warning deep in my mind, like someone is watching me from the shadows.

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.

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.

The crime architect hadn’t just built the crime, he had demolished the evidence. Clinton suggested that they go solo on the case- no lawyers, no official channels, and no paper trail that could alert the wrong people. According to him, the truth they were looking for wouldn’t be found in court records or legal archives. It would be buried in plain sight, scattered across old newspaper pages and forgotten television reports from that period. If there were inconsistencies, that was where they would surface.

Her reflex was to detach herself from the detective's body, but he didn't let her go, strategically pressing her around the waist, unable to feel inappropriate, and lifting her face to align it with his. Sophia's breath was completely taken away, she hadn't expected that move. And bestowed him with an unusual look, somewhere between amazement and expectation, something to which he, for a moment, looked confused. "The idea is that Cliff goes to jail for his crimes," he said. "He embezzles money, cheats people, and is involved in shady worlds," Ray whispered, holding the teacher's delicate chin. "We can do it in violent ways, and we want to, but it's not in our best interest. It's not like we'