Romance Crime Novels & Stories

(Ethan Blackwood – POV) I didn’t sleep that night. Not after the document. Not after the message. Not after seeing my forged signature printed beneath crimes I never committed. Fraud. Embezzlement. Offshore accounts. It looked real—too real. The kind of real that could destroy everything I had built.

“So fucking bad. I’ve been dripping since you made that call this morning.” Roman lifted me onto the desk, spreading my thighs wide. He dropped to his knees right there, suit pants still on, and buried his face between my legs. My hips bucked against his mouth, juices coating his chin. He didn’t stop, just licked and fingered me faster, growling every time I clenched around him. The wet sounds filled the office, obscene and loud. I came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, crying out his name. He stood up, cock already out, thick and veiny, pre uk at the tip. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.”

“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

The blood from the wound sprayed all around and onto the ground. Marcus fired back at Victor. "Traitor!" Victor took cover, returning fire. A goon stepped in and dropped dead. Damien grabbed a loose gun and began to also shoot at Marcus's men. One fell clutching his chest. I huddled tightly with Mom, her sobs against my skin very quiet. "What's happening?" She whispered when she lifted her head. I swallowed softly. "It is all Victor's mess," I said. "He had debts and is involved in other crimes."

And that could help keep the reputation of his company. “If what Mr. Antonio said is God’s truth, then doesn’t that mean that Miss Jasmine isn’t worthy of being here?” One man roared “It’s true. Why is that woman still here?” Another replied. “First she steals a perfume formula and now she’s trying to steal another woman’s man?” “Isn’t everyone in River City aware that Miss Flora is Mr. Antonio’s acknowledged girlfriend?” “Then what does that make Miss Jasmine?” “A mistress, obviously.” “No wonder Mr. Antonio rushed to protect Miss Flora.”

Her nails clawed at my wrist, her voice raw with fury. “I knew I couldn’t trust you…” “But you did anyway. Why can’t you keep trusting me?” “I never wanted this marriage.” “But you wanted my protection, my body, didn’t you?” “This wasn’t the deal…” “Fuck the deal, Rosa. You planned to fuck me once and run off to Boston.” A dark chuckle brushed her cheek. “A woman in a male-dominated field. Impressive. But guess what? I have plans of my own, and they don’t stop at fucking you once, or twice, no.”

Rome was now their fresh start—a city alive with history in its streets and the scent of freedom in the air, bathed in warm sunlight that seemed to erase the scars of the past. They had moved here after closing that dark chapter of their lives. Ryan was caught, trapped by his own demons and their relentless fight. Damien had disappeared quietly into a witness protection program, and the FBI had offered them an unexpected deal: complete freedom in exchange for the information they gathered about Ryan’s dangerous network. Luca had chosen to give up everything that once tied him to his past—power, weapons, the fight—for the first time in his life, wanting something simpler and purer: peace.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

He like that tenacity of hers. “My darling Anissa, didn’t I already tell you; I want you and I’m going to have you.” He stated firmly. Her already pale face lost all his blood supply. “Y-you can’t do that.” “I just did.” He chuckled. “Now, here’s what I am going to do; you see my dear, your parents had the audacity to insult me by rejecting my marriage proposal and what’s more, they further humiliated me by refusing to give my proposal a second thought. Now if they were anyone else, I would’ve shot them for their insolent behavior,” he revealed. Anissa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But they are your parents that’s why I was decent enough to respect them and bring my proposal to the

“Mine.” “You’re shaking, claws,” Dante murmured, his voice low and teasing. He pushed off the door, approaching like a predator with all the time in the world. “What’s running through that pretty little head, hmm? That they won’t like you? That you’ll say the wrong thing?” I swallowed hard, my reflection betraying my nerves as i applied a final swipe of lipstick. “I’m not exactly used to dining with criminals,” I muttered.