Selling Crime Novels & Stories

They had been giving in less money than what they were selling my drugs for , claiming that they had been robbed over and over again. Everyone knows that I can smell bullshit from a mile away , and this was clearly bullshit. Obviously they are using the drugs themselves and then playing it off as if they have been robbed for their money to cover up their misdeeds - something I have seen being pulled off by many people who are not loyal to me or this gang. So today I had told him to go down to their post area and ruffle them up , ask them to get me the total amount of money and then report back to me.

Being sold off to the highest bidder. There was nothing pleasant about the entire situation. Being put on sale in before ugly looking leering and lascivious shady men. What could be worse and dehumanizing? But this was commonplace in the underground. Anybody who was sitting here had very little to no humanity in them. This was where all atrocious manner of criminal proceeds were commercialized. From human organs to slaves, from stolen jewelry to smuggled art pieces... “29 million, Anybody willing to challenge that? " For all Aliyah knew, anyone who would partake in such a show was more or less a scum of the earth. She has no choice in the matter. Her life replayed in her mind. How did it get

"What kind of arrangements?" "The kind that will solve all my problems." My stomach twisted. "Ma'am—" "I sold you." The room went silent. I stared at her, with my eyes widened. And a part me believed I didn't hear her properly. "What?" "I sold you." Her voice remained calm, like she was discussing the weather. "To a very powerful man." My vision blurred, tears threatening to spill. "No." The word left my mouth before I even realized. "I'm not going." Veronica laughed. "You don't have much choice." She paused, then continued. "Unless you don't care about what your parents left behind."

“The drug trade is always growing. Right now, I don’t have shit to sell, but start planning the return. You will get paid via banks abroad or in cash. Whatever you prefer, we are not negotiating. This is a direct order. Refuse it and there will be consequences.” “You’re threatening us.” “And I will follow up on that threat if need be.” I snarled, making a ripple of unease rush through the room. “Triple in return, this is business after all, Schurke Wolf.” Cobra remarked, sitting forward, a smirk on his half-covered face. “Double or I take it by force.” I countered coldly, “You don’t want to fucking mess with me.”

Logan had a good laugh at his pitiful condition. "You made the first mistake by declining my business offer, and then you made another mistake by calling the police just now" Logan paused and raised the gun in his hand. "Do you think I'm afraid of the law?" He asked. "I am the law" he laughed again and got to his feet. He walked over to where the bald man was standing and pointed the gun at his head. "Please don't kill me. I will give you the deal.. please" he pleaded, shivering and still bleeding.

The antique seller pretended to be bullied. “What? Who has the guts to mess with you?” Felix shouted from the other end of the line after hearing the seller’s words. Speaking of his Cousin Brother, Felix has had lots of headaches about him. He had always been up to no good, constantly finding trouble and picking fights. Felix would have to settle his problems for him every time. He had only recently heard that reselling antique items could make him some money, so he took some cash from Felix and opened a small stall.

The company must have dealt directly with the so-called Affiliate, who in turn dealt with Noah. He probably pretended to be the seller and got to bargain with the real buyers. As a result, he was able to gain a lot of profit while relaying a smaller price to the gullible Noah. ‘That’s how those sorts of people make their money.’ “Shouldn’t we be looking for the guy, then?” Noah asked Rey. “Nah! There’s no need for that. People like that are very slippery.” Besides, it was a waste of time. There was no real law in this place except the Unspoken Rules. As long as the seller and buyer came to a consensus about the price of an item and it was sold, that was the end of the matter.

that catch my attention. Here, they record a staggering fucking fortune in the millions. There is no way their little shop of BDSM gear and other assorted perversions downstairs is bringing in that sort of money. The “products” they sell have to be human, but each of the ledger entries is marked with nothing more than a number. The first sale took place approximately six months ago. The latest is pending for Thursday. Extracting a little camera, I take pictures of multiple pages, zeroing in on the most suspicious, then shove the books back into the safe. I check my watch. “Four minutes.”

His smirk returned, and just like that, he was back to his usual cocky self. “Oh, princess, you don’t wanna know.” I gave him a look. “Try me.” He chuckled, amused by my boldness. “Let’s see… I spill blood. Lots of it. I engage in high-profile crimes. Solve a few, too.” His smirk widened. “I Sell drugs and Lead a beautiful pack, I Run a Mafia. You know, just your average businessman.” I stared at him in disbelief, He was too proud of himself. He enjoyed talking about it so much so I pushed further. “Why?”

Saying something that is completely untrue in order to manipulate a person to be in favor with one would never be justifiable no matter what the reason is. Even by simply telling a person that one is wealthy for the other person to like one more is immoral. Lies of commission are what they would be called, and Olivia was good at using those.