Good Crime Novels & Stories

“I watched Wild Wild West movie.” “Don’t depend on what you see. YouTube is one of those things you should avoid when learning something new. I don’t think you can even think of pulling a trigger. I may be old, but I doubt you are violent, Percie. You may have had difficult times, but I know you are just trying to be distant and try avoiding people to get into your life. That doesn't mean you are a bad person. You still have a good heart.” You don’t even want to imagine what I’ve been going through.

I would take in a single breath, calm down and pull the trigger. There was an exchange of heavy gunfire but where I couldn’t succeed, Octavious killed point blank. His shots were so perfect, they hit each person in the middle of the eyes. His precision was to be admired. In what felt like seconds we were back into the car and Octavious was driving out of the tunnel, leaving behind three wrecked cars and dead bodies as a trail. “That was…” I couldn’t even find the right words as we neared the exit before I laughed and excitedly cheered, “awesome!” Octavious gave a light chuckle at my excitement, “that was some modern day Bonnie and Cl-!”

Dex chuckles, "I definitely love my decoration. I was hoping you would love it a bit more. " I glare at him. "It isn't funny. " "What isn't funny is him trying what he did. I seriously don't get you, Ara. This is more than just me getting into trouble. You feel bad for him, don't you?" I lower my head, removing my gaze from his. "I just didn't want you to go to the extreme. Two wrongs don't make a right. " "Not in this case, baby. And he let himself take the hit. He knows himself that he deserves it. "

snapped Ethan, annoyed as he walked closer to Shawn, but then Jocelyn swiftly blocked Ethan, warning Ethan with the glint in her eyes. "Funny?" Shawn said after he stopped laughing. "It's mental," he corrected. He shooked his head in amusement before speaking again, "What scenario is this? How can you guys just walk up to someone and ask them to pretend to be someone else, fake their identity, and lie to people they don't even know or relate with that person? It's committed crime, You know?" Jocelyn put on a faint smile that looked hard. "Didn't you already commit a crime by killing Satya?"

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic applause. "Well said, hero!" "Long live loyalty!" "Support the hero!" Seeing the one-sided response of the public, Henry and Carrie could only slink away. As they left, they were still cursing, "Timothy, you'll suffer karma!" However, no one paid any attention to their malice. The hero had returned, and justice had been served. That was enough.

Everyone was gathered. From grandparents to siblings and friends. The house was full of people, eagerly waiting for the birthday boy, Christoffer Derrick, to arrive. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Derrick, were one of the wealthiest people of Goldfinch, one of the smallest towns in California, recognized for being a target to endless crimes. It was mandatory for people to stay inside at night. The town was rumoured to be cursed. There was no other expalnation to the sickening crimes committed by maksed criminals. From the time the mayor's house had been set on fire, to the time people were violated and killed under the public's sight.

"You are charged with murder, kidnapping, corruption, human trafficking, illegal experiments, and crimes against humanity." The police officers looked at one another. For a moment, Ariana believed everything was finally over. Nick quietly reached for her hand. "It looks like justice found him." Ariana wanted to believe that. She truly did. Hayes slowly looked at the arrest warrant before laughing under his breath. "You came all this way for me?" The woman remained calm. "You will surrender peacefully." Hayes smiled. "And if I refuse?" "Then we will take you by force." Victor suddenly frowned. Something about Hayes' confidence felt wrong. A man facing so many charges should have looked afraid

“It’s just sad to think about how desperate some people must be to resort to crime. I mean, what drives someone to that point?” The driver nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. Sometimes it’s about survival, but other times, it’s just greed. Either way, it’s the innocent people who suffer.” “I hope this doesn’t become a trend,” she said, glancing out the window at the passing buildings. “It feels like crime is on the rise lately.” She continued. “Yeah, It’s been a rough few months,” the driver admitted. “But you know what? We can’t let fear take over. We’ve got to keep living our lives, keep looking out for each other.”

I prayed to God before turning. I turned around slowly, just to meet eye to eye with the gun. This guy was aiming for my head and he said he will make me cripple. What an illiterate. He was going to kill me. Looking at the gun man's face properly, he didn't look bad if you would ask me, I'll say he is a 75.99%. All the guys here are actually fine... Oh sorry you don't use "fine" for guys, they are all handsome. If not that they were looking for guns and they had guns on them I would have thought they were models for an agency. I mentally slapped myself, Joba a gun is pointed at your face and see what you are thinking about.

“And since Mark is so interested in a power play now. His thumb pressed the remote. A video displayed on the screen Mark, in a parking lot, arguing heatedly with an unknown man, discussing: “if we pin it on Peter, the board will vote him out I’ll take control” The room erupted. Gasps. Whispers. Terror. Then The door burst open. MARK WALKS INTO HIS OWN GRAVE Mark froze when he saw the screen. His face drained of color. Peter turned slowly, expression unblinking. “Brother.” Mark’s lips parted. “Peter this isn’t this was taken out of context” “That excuse,” Peter cut smoothly, “is older than your conscience.” The directors stared at the brothers as if watching the collapse of an empire.