Im In Love With A Criminal Novels & Stories

He rubbed his hands together with a fawning smile. I never imagined someone could be this disgusting; I saved him, yet he sold me out to earn points with criminals. The man he called Boss nodded, decided the plan made sense, and forced me to sign transfer documents that would allow Ian to withdraw my assets. However, Ian quickly grew greedy. Instead of handing over the money, he decided he wanted it all for himself and tried to escape the organization. He even called the police to report them, hoping to wipe them out in one go.

Sometimes I wake up sweating, my heart racing as though I have been touched for the first time. I tell myself it must be Liam. Maybe my subconscious already knows him. Or maybe it isn’t him at all. But that question doesn’t stop the heat from spreading through my chest when I think of those dreams. Oh, and one more thing: last night, in a haze of alcohol and rebellion, I kissed a stranger. My first kiss. Stolen from me? No. I gave it willingly, recklessly, maybe desperately. And I liked it. she yawned and rubbed her temples, the dull throb of a hangover pulsing through her skull. Her head ached, her eyes stung, and even the thought of standing made her groan.

I still felt it so strange, even as I now involuntarily drew closer to where he stood, how absolute and consuming the love I felt for this criminal was; it was unadulterated, electric, encompassing; And the most surreal of all—I realised as he plucked off the blunt from between his lips and gave a small sigh, his mesmerised eyes locking with mine all though—it was mutual. The degree of craze I felt for him was the same he felt right back, if not more. There and then, regardless of toxicity or otherwises, I realised we were meant to be together,perfecting our imperfections as partners.

But when I looked at Aliyah… stared at her, in my vulnerable state… I saw a future with her. I saw myself spending the rest of my life with her. I saw us having kids together, growing old together. I’d never been able to picture this with any other woman. She stared back at me with a confused expression, like she was waiting for me to say something. I could feel my chest heave upwards and downwards. Aliyah made me feel like love existed… even for a criminal like me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“It's hard to believe, I know, but I did tell you I've never felt this way towards any woman before. I grew up in an era where it was sacred to remain chaste till you are married, so, I never got intimate with any woman. Ever since I became a vampire, I often wondered if there was a positive side to my predicament and the only positive thing I could think about, was falling in love. But after a century, I started to wonder if it would ever happen, until I met you. Then, everything changed. I started to feel things I'd never felt before and I just knew that it had to be you.” “You're in love with me?” I asked. “I adore you, I want to protect you, I don't want to ever see you get hurt, I think

“I was hoping for some friendly banter, but I can see you have accepted the fact yourself.” I frowned at him, not wanting to be the subject of his amusement. “I know you are giddy for some gossip, but my love isn’t actually rosy right now. We have a criminal on the run. One that is dangerous to my family. I would rather we focus on getting him.” Finally, his expression became serious again. I was glad I could get him off my back so easily. “What so we have on Jimmy, Sir?”

“I know—I know I'm an evil man and I don't deserve your love. I don't deserve anyone's love, but I'm asking for a chance, a chance to love you, a chance to...” “You killed my parents.” I sidestepped. “I know, and what they did to my parents is not nice at all, but I decided to let our parents' deeds be, I love you, and that is all that matters.” He again tried to reach for my hands, but I moved. “I know—I know it's not easy to love a criminal, but your ex-husband is just like me, he's a criminal too.” “He's still my husband, and Clinton is not a criminal.”

“I don’t give a shit how many guys there are. Find him. Learn where each of his properties are, every safe house, every door under which he may crawl. Burn them all." He put down the receiver, and dialled again at once. Maddie’s wails had faded into hiccups. She released me, and I saw that her eyes had turned red and swollen. “Jesus, what the hell have you brought us into?” Her voice was raw, accusatory. I had no answer. What could I say? That I was in love with a criminal? That I’d understood what was at stake and had still chosen him? That I was an idiot and a dick and now she'd nearly died because of me?

he says, moving towards me. I gulp and move backwards. My legs hit the bed. I'm stuck again with the criminal. The criminal that f**k me, then held me hostage, let me go, kidnapped me and then f**k me again. Gosh, I think I am a bipolar bitch while he's a psycho. In truth, I hate him but at the same time I love it when he's on his knees taking me to Ibiza. Whatever.

“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