Novel & Cerita Rdr2 Hosea Crime Novel

He ran his hand through his hair as he ruffled it up. “What’s wrong?” She asked, walking up to him. He smiled at her and spread his legs wide, inviting her to sit on his thigh by patting it. She obeyed him. She sat on his thigh and wrapped her arms around his neck. He inhaled her fresh strawberry scent. “The case; my client has been caught for murdering a police officer and I know he didn’t kill him.” “How are you so sure?” Zoya frowned a bit. “Because,” he stretched his hand and grabbed a picture to show it to her, saying, “look, there’s a huge cut in his right hand’s wrist and the knife we discovered there have only his handprints…”

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

Blood and Shadows 2 ~LUNA POV~ The docks were dark and poorly lit, with shipping containers piled up like walls. The flickering lights made it even harder to see. It felt like a place where things could easily go missing. I saw Rodriguez the moment we stepped off the yacht. On his knees. Crying. Fifteen men surrounding him with enough firepower to start a small war. Draven walked toward them like he was strolling into a meeting he had already won.

He went limp and slumped into his seat. His death happened so quickly that he did not see it coming. Was this how life ended? So short and meaningless? The Black Hound got out of the vehicle and released the gear to drive mode. He closed the door and watched as the vehicle moved slowly to the edge of the raised pavement. The Camaro with the corpse inside splashed into the deep river and sank slowly. Black Hound watched with emotional detachment as the evidence of his crime disappeared beneath the murky water. He needed to return to the office tonight, he had to debug the place but first, he need to call his client. He took one last look at the water as it crashed against the pavement in wave

“Welcome to the fight, prima.” Marco’s voice was weak but real. “You’re a Vasquez.” I kissed Rosa’s forehead, blood and tears mixing. “My sobrina.” Alexander’s arm encompassed us. “Our home.” Lila’s nod was solemn. “Our army.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in Rosa’s handwriting: VOLUME VII: THE NEW BLOOD. Rosa’s chest burned. She looked down.

XXX "Another two kills reported, government officials from PWD." Shivaay grunted as Ali and he drove towards the crime scene, for the instant stuck, because of the traffic signal. Ali floored the accelerator as the signal turned green and took a swift turn towards the outskirts of the city where the old abandoned building stood. The crime scene of two murders, a work of Kali. Shivaay pushed up the caution tape over his head and looked at the white outline on the concrete near the upside down turned table. The dry pool of deep red stained the concrete giving off the foul smell, mixed with the strong stench of alcohol and urine.

“We know what he did.” Marek crossed his arms. “And how he was sealed.” “Yes.” She looked between the shadows and the door where Rhea had fled. “But the question remains.” Her voice dropped. “Can we kill him?” The house seemed to hold its breath. No answer came. Only the distant howl of something old, echoing through the night. And far beyond Ashwood— AURA ran. Toward blood. Toward memory. Toward war. —

She had lost it. With a small huff, Rosa sat back down, flipping through the book again to search slowly this time. That’s when certain words caught her eye. Mafia. Blood. Gun. Knife. Betrayal. Loyalty and many more dark words. Her brows furrowed deeper with each word. What kind of book was this? Rosa let out a soft sigh. Her fingers brushed the leather cover with disappointment. She hadn’t come for this. She only wanted to see the name on that letter. Just the name.

Newsrooms were probably lighting up across the state, their servers choking on the proof of the Wolfe family fraud. Darius steered the boat, his eyes locked on the black horizon. I slid closer to him, leaning my head against his soaked shoulder. The rain washed over us, rinsing away the smell of the vault, the blood, and the lingering scent of fear. The city lights glittered far off in the distance, looking peaceful, as if they didn't know the empire behind them was currently bleeding out. Silas was back there somewhere, probably watching his world crumble on a dozen different live feeds, and yet here I was—in a shitty boat in the middle of a dark harbor, pressed against the only man who had

Sleek, hovering, silent. It scanned the corridor slowly searching, hunting. Jessica's heartbeat thundered in her ears. She hugged Aurora tighter, shielding her with her own body. Romeo tapped Jessica's thigh wait. But the drone pivoted abruptly, it's red eye flashing as it locked onto their heat signatures. Jessica held her breath. Romeo fired. The bullet hit clean metal shattered, sparks exploded, and the drone spiraled down, crashing with a shrienk of breaking steel. But it's death cry echoed through the tunnel.