Perfect Crime Novels & Stories

'Could hit you in the head with a rock. 'Push you into traffic or off a ledge.' 'Make it seem like a suicide.' 'Hang you, drown you, force pills down your throat.' 'Anything that I do to you tonight would only just seem like an accident.' 'No one would ever suspect me, hell, I would be the last one on their minds.' 'It would all seem like it was drugs.' 'The perfect crime, the perfect way to get rid of you, Olivia.' 'You were the barrier between me and Russell, Russell and I.'

"What's the use of calling the police? Even if they arrest her, the application can't be changed…" She turned to me, her voice trembling. "Fi, I'll go make some calls right now and ask if there's any way to fix this." I shook my head. "I've already checked. There's nothing we can do. Once it's submitted, no one can change it." The room fell silent for a few seconds before it was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. I went to open it. Standing outside the door was Preston. "What are you doing here? We've already broken up."

As SWAT poured in from above and rushed in from every exit, I moved in one clean motion and stripped the gun from Victor’s hand. Then I reached into the inner pocket of my delivery jacket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Let me introduce myself properly.” I locked one cuff around his wrist. “I’m Jack Lawson, Metro Police Major Crimes.” Melissa’s knees gave out. A dark wet stain spread down the front of her expensive skirt. “You… you’re a cop?”

Liam pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Captain Miller? It's Liam." His voice was back to its cool, business-like tone. "I've got a little situation here. A professional extortion ring tried to hit my spa. An old woman faked a heart attack trying to get money and ended up dying for real. Another psycho attacked my employee. I need you to come handle it." He made it sound so trivial, like a minor business problem. "Right, just follow the standard procedure for extortion rings," he continued. "The body? Send it to a funeral home. ID? Don't bother. They're nobodies. Grifters. Nothing to investigate."

He cupped her face again and whispered, “I promise you, I’ll always be in control with our marriage, but just this once, I need you to take the lead.” He pecked her cheek, saying, “I’m counting on you.” Then, Freya noticed Kenneth whispering to Alistair. After a nod, Alistair said, “Let’s go, Freya.” Inner Devil: ‘Oh no. Oh no-no-no. Crime and mystery? I’m not trained for this—I’m trained for… very different investigations! My only manual is Fifty Shades of Oh-My-God.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Yeah, me too. The last crime I committed was for indecent exposure in the Philippine Sea—not that anybody could see me, though. Can we go back to Charlie before we get framed and arrested in leather cuffs?’

He's the big brother I've always wanted and didn't realize I had. "How was your date with Rosa?" I ask as I take the chocolates from his hand. "It went well. And how are you dear? How have you been since the Hunter incident?" I sigh a big giant breath of relief. My shoulders follow my exhale. "Yes, I feel relieved myself. I am sorry Model Perfect turned a blind eye. You were right and they were not. As a result, I have decided to resign from Model Perfect. When you leave I will leave as well. The contract between Aftershock and Model Perfect is being challenged in court, and Jeremiah Winters is facing charges as well. It is rumored he and Hunter leaked those photos of Arlo and you. We will g

He talked slow and she hated every bit of it. After what seemed like forever, the meeting was finally over. Rowena tried calling Gary but he couldn't be reached. She tried her home phone but there was no answer. Panic coursed through her being as she hurried to her car. She deserved a reward for still being able to follow the right traffic rules.

His face was about to be the new cousin of the family of tomatoes. “You know, perverts usually make a lot of excuses when they are being questioned for their suspicious actions. An example is what you’re literally doing right now.” Olivia let out a sigh as she shook her head in disappointment while looking at him from head to toe, the same way he did to the girl next to her earlier. “Are you even aware that she’s a minor? Even though you didn’t touch her, you can still go to jail.” “Hey, look—”

With a sudden surge of strength, Elena slammed Jasmine into the wall, and Elena's fists continued to rain down blows on Jasmine until she slid to the floor, unconscious. The inmates burst out into cheers, their voices echoing as they celebrated Elena's victory. The sound of sirens filled the air, followed by the crash of batons on the floor. The police stormed into the room, and as they shocked Elena with a stun gun, her body fell to the ground, unconscious. ********** Elena's eyes gazed blankly at the grey walls of her solitary confinement, her mind a maze of thoughts and emotions. Memories flooded her mind, each one a painful reminder of her downfall.

“Maybe he’s finally having an affair? The Ice King getting soft?” “I don’t know,” she replied. “I haven’t gathered enough evidence yet. But there’s something off about this girl. Her background is too clean… too perfect. And the mysterious hacker ‘K’ is protecting her information. Everything about her on the internet looks forged, but I still can’t prove it.” Anger rose in her voice. Suddenly, she grabbed the edge of the desk and threw a smaller laptop across the room. It crashed against the wall with a loud crack. She stood up, breathing hard, and stared at the large screen where Cassian Hale’s photo was displayed — cold gray eyes, sharp jaw, the face of the man who had destroyed so many li