Good Crime Novels & Stories

Its semi-baronial style and high-class structure were quite impressive that it kicked other buildings out from ones' sight. "Wouldn't it be hard for you to move on when you're there?" There was so much worry in his voice as he spoke, and I understood where it was coming from. But I couldn't think of him in that instance, there was something more important than what they feel, and that was my revenge. "I'll search patiently for pieces of shredded evidence they had left and work hard to form the picture-puzzle of the culprit. I will make them pay for what they've caused me. And this place shall witness my initial step."

“Look… I know what it’s like to watch someone you care about get swallowed by this world. But if you let it get in your head, you’re done. Understand?” She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “Good,” he said. “Then we move.” They ditched the truck two miles south, near an old freight yard. Cole guided her through the maze of rusted train cars, his flashlight beam low and tight. He moved like he’d done this a hundred times before — quiet, precise, never once looking lost. “You used to be a detective,” she whispered. “But this… this is different. You move like—” “Someone who’s had to disappear before,” he finished. “Boston wasn’t exactly the clean slate I hoped for.”

"That lady helped them, then got attacked for it?" "The child's illness explains the stress, but this crosses a line." Tessa sniffled on cue, her frame quivering for effect, while Chris listed my faults. An arctic chill seeped into my bones. To him, my desperate safeguards boiled down to irrational ingratitude. I delved into my pocket for the iridescent nail tip, its edge smeared with residue. "A sharp object pierced the tire." I brandished it before Tessa's face. Under the fluorescent glow, it aligned flawlessly with her chipped manicure. "Yours, isn't it? How conveniently it was lodged beside my sabotaged wheel!"

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 will not let the drama and crimes of my family, get in the way of my relationship and the love I have for a girl. I’ve never experienced the feelings I have for this girl with another, Mama. I feel very different, and I can’t express how I feel towards her for you, but I know that I’m in love with the girl.” “I know better how you feel Michael. I felt the same way towards your father,” Karen replied softly. “I’m not going to fight against whatever decision you make. But I can’t accept any attempt to get closer to Raymond.” “I know that well. Which is why I’ve decided to investigate into this crime, and bring justice. My father died in vain and unfair,” Michael responded. “No way! I have e

I feel even more irritated when I couldn't remember the man. But something feels strange when I tried to remember yesterday's event. The man feels familiar but then with my situation yesterday, I'm not so sure anymore. What's wrong with me and keep forgetting? I'm not like this. I let my guard down too much and the thought doesn't satisfy me. I hold a piece of paper in my hand, the words are well written and neat on the paper surface and whoever left me the note is stupid. 'You are lucky I didn't lose control yesterday' -Vince

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.

The familiar sting of the wraps biting into my skin was almost comforting. Almost. "Rough day?" Kade’s voice cut through the dimly lit space. I didn’t have to turn around to know he was leaning against the doorway, cigarette dangling from his lips like some washed-up movie villain. Smoke curled around his face, making him look like he belonged in a noir film—if noir films were about underground fights and bad life choices. "You could say that," I muttered, tightening the wraps. Kade took a long drag, exhaling like this conversation physically pained him. "Speaking of Saturday’s fight…"

With a rough kick, he sent it sliding across the floor toward her. Rose knelt, unzipping the bag slowly, savoring the moment. She pulled out a bundle of bills, brought it to her face, and inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering shut as if savoring a fine perfume. When she opened them again, they gleamed with satisfaction. "I don't know much about the girl," Rose admitted, her voice soft but deliberate. "Last night was the first time we met. But Damon…" She paused, savoring the weight of her words. "He killed some of his Capos just because they said she was bad business."

“Pull the trigger. Prove you belong in this world.” Her hands shook. “If I don’t?” Dante smiled. The chair creaked as it tilted slightly toward the pit. Annabelle whimpered. Sienna’s vision blurred. This was it. The stain Damien warned her about. She walked to the crate. Picked up the gun. The man sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry,” Sienna whispered. She pulled the trigger. The sound cracked through the warehouse like a bone snapping. The man collapsed. Dead. Sienna stood frozen, gun still raised, ears ringing.