Perfect Crime Novels & Stories

That was her… really her in the kitchen, looking shady. How? She hadn’t done that… she couldn’t have done it. The doctor had told her symptoms would include amnesia, but she couldn’t have actually gone ahead to poison Selena. Her slight hesitation gave her attackers all the evidence they needed, and they pounced on her with so much vigor. “If you let my baby die, I will make sure you live to regret the rest of your miserable life,” Alfred said to her. She looked into his face, barely recognizing the man she had known for almost five years.

Glancing at the neat envelope on her desk, Ava Sinclair sees her name crisply and coldly etched in silver on the front. Roman Devereux, the client she was supposed to meet, was profiled inside. A ricocheted bullet has been sending the name whizzing through Manhattan's elite circles. Some saw him as a scapegoat, while others saw him as a criminal genius accused of stealing secrets from companies. Both of those things were out of Ava's time.

“A- after a thorough investigation we found out that Damon was not really involved in this case,’’ one of them said in a fearful tone, firmly holding his hand just to pull his words together, but that fear only increased when silence followed, not until the sound of the man's shoe against the marbled floor broke it. The man walked towards a drawer, his eyes moving from one gun to the other, but he picked none, not until his eyes fell on the desert eagle AE that was staring at him right in the eye. “Perfecto,” with a sigh of satisfaction he pulled it out as he made his way towards the man, but before he pulled the trigger he took off his glasses, showing him every reason to be afraid of him.

They had been called incompetent for even capturing a culprit, a single or a pair who had been causing the turmoil In Mexico. It was as if their fault that they are failing, when the criminal is working adherently clean. A perfect crime, which is seemingly plotted for years. They had not seen, nor handle cases such as this one, their senior may have, but there is always that tiny bit of mistake, whereas they could trace. But non so far faltered. The killer is careful, if Gerry’s hunch is correct.

Grandpa and I just let out a deep sigh for the nth time as hearing them, that actually happened every time we went there, but I guess, Astrid used to her attitude as she even bought and brought her own apron whenever we visited them. I took a bath early this since our couch strictly told that we should have been there as early as seven o'clock in the morning to prepare for the championship game of us against the IT department. He even sent to our group chat the video of their game against the Engineering department. They finished the game with a score of 117-98. Martin, the brother of Samuel, really did well. I also saw potential in him. I heard from one of my friends in the Criminology depa

I thought, I never saw a killer like him not until he came. "Thank you, Mr. Aris, for the information," I said and went away. I took the letters and submit them to the expert, they might find some fingerprint that couldn't be seen by naked eyes. This case was too difficult than I ever imagined... no CCTV footage, no witness, and no hint, it was a perfect crime. But I won't let him win, I won't let him coated his hands with more blood. He has no right to put someone's life in his hands.

Although the steaming hot coffee in a ceramic mug tells me he is here somewhere, so I walk back to the lounge and sit back comfortably on the L-shape sofa. The glass door opened, and the voices of two people emerging from the office made me crane my neck. At first look, I thought I saw Natalie Portman wearing a classic blue and white striped sleeveless and slim fit dress, with an elegant matching stilleto. She flips her wavy brown hair as she faces the man who follows her. My mouth half opens as I see Blake following her. He was looking majestic in his business suit. I almost did not recognize him. “Come here, handsome guy, let me strangle you,” she says, laughing sweetly as she places her h

he said, demanding and angry, and it was sexy to hear him jealous. I wanted to smirk. I wonder if he knew I was earlier with Bryce in my dreams and the janitor's closet. I tried to tell him to fuck off, but I knew I needed to play along because he was one of the sons of the mafia lord, and Bryce was too, and they were both best friends. I must stay close to them, get the information I need, and have my fantasies come true simultaneously. What's wrong with a bit of playtime, huh I thought with a smug smile. I was in my thoughts, and I felt him getting annoyed with me for ignoring him; I yelped when I felt him bite harder on my neck.

So many questions swirled in my mind all at once. I watched as the police officers moved with swift precision, their eyes focused and determined. They surrounded Justin, their gazes filled with suspicion and accusation. My eyes locked with Justin's, searching for any sign of innocence or guilt. But his expression remained blank, his eyes unreadable. Then, Justin's dad, Frederick, stepped forward, shielding him. "Hold on," his voice was firm and commanding. "You've got it all wrong. He's innocent." The lead officer turned to Frederick, his expression hardening. "Sir, we have evidence linking him to the crime," he replied, his voice clipped and professional.

Queenie's face twisted into an expression of utter mania, and then, in a gesture of shared malice and triumph, the couple clinked their glasses together. It was just as I had expected—being in proximity to the cursed perfume bottle was enough to initiate the spell. I immediately devised a plan and hailed a cab to the office. There, I retrieved the original porcelain bottle I had dumped in the trash can. While Preston and Queenie were having a rendezvous in the hotel, I poured the last few drops of the cursed perfume into a bottle, mixing them with Queenie's personal perfume. After that, I applied for leave at work, citing I needed some time off for recuperation, and arranged a trip with my c