Selling Crime Novels & Stories

Steph, one of the sales associates, said. “Ahm…” I scratched my head. “I know her employer.” “What?” I nodded. “She was only using a credit card to purchase the cars, right?” I said and they nodded in response. “She doesn’t have a huge amount of money in her bank account to pay the monthly bill for the car that she bought, so she sells it to someone else in cash and that is what she is using to maintain her cards.” “And she is selling it at a higher price so she could also profit from it?”

"The stuff Mr. Schmidt gave us this time is really something! He said we could sell them as we wish. He didn't seem too worried about the authorities." "Oh? Why so?" Amber quietly perked up and listened to the conversation. The two rascals were unaware of the presence of a Tsulian speaker among the five women in the suite. "He said this drug is like a common drug, and we can sell it as such," one of the men gloated. "We can sell the drug to both Tsulu authorities and gangs to control them without the help of distributors! "From what I heard, that drug is not only extremely addictive but effective on certain illnesses. How amazing is that?"

"Hey! Kinda like us!" "His industries?" "Arms dealing. Some manufacturing, but mostly procurement. Smuggling. Drugs, once upon a time, but that looks like he recently turnkeyed his Stateside cannabis farms into legitimate enterprises that now generate millions per month. God bless the U.S.A., am I right?" "Anything else? Prostitution? Immigration?" Rina shakes her head. "No trafficking. No hookers. Sounds like the one time he was offered a slice of that kind of deal, he rejected it by slicing the guy's neck wide open. Damn."

Ava frowned, and Sam smacked her lips. “I am not narrating the story to you.” “But you are doing it in my bedroom.” “Then I will bring big sis to my bedroom,” Sam answered, and I massaged my temples. I usually enjoy their little sibling rant, but right now I was more focused on hearing about someone else. “Ava, please,” I pleaded, and she rolled her eyes, letting Sam go on with her narrations. “There was this man; he sold drugs to only adults, sold weapons and also counterfeit money. So he was a careful criminal who was against murder; he often helped the police catch murderers,” she started, and my interest got immediately piqued. Who was this criminal?

Harold exclaimed that there really is nothing because the things sold in this business are illegal. "There is, right? Are you going to buy a futuristic human tube or not? There is nothing free in the world. I sold 500,000 to you discounted because I sell it to big companies for 10M." Krista told us. I was stunned to hear from her. "10M?" I just said suddenly to both of them. "Yes, it's my business. It's good that my offer to you is discounted because I was part of the association and organization," Krista said.

"Our boys on the streets, the ones dealing the drugs are complaining about poor sales." The smile on Mr Amore's face slipped and was replaced by a hard frown. Franklyn noticed this and knew that whatever he was about to say was serious. "There's a snitch among them, someone is feeding the cops everything that goes on at the base because once the boys start selling, the cops suddenly show up."

He puts a finger underneath my chin and angles my head to look up at him. “Your parents could choose to sell themselves. To be hacked into little pieces and sold on the black market. Kidneys, livers, hearts. Even skin and hair can be sold. But they chose to sell you.” His voice is cold and my eyes fill with tears but I hold them back. “They wo-would never-” “Oh but they did.” He raises a hand and I flinch which has him pausing but then he continues as if not noting my fear. He gently strokes my face, starting with my forehead, down my temple, along my cheekbone, over my lips down to my chin again.

Calla asked as she leaned back, smiling like a child asking a naughty question. Neva stared. “What do you mean what types?” “List them. Say them. I want to hear all types.” Neva blinked again, then started, slow and careful. “Alright... there are drug cartels. They move drugs, sell them. There are arms cartels — people who trade guns. There are smuggling groups — they move things hidden, like goods and small things. There are human trafficking rings — very bad, they sell people. There is money laundering — they hide dirty money. There are cyber gangs — they steal online, hack banks. There are extortion groups — they force people to pay. There are mixed groups that do a little of everything.

His smile twisted, staring down at me. "I don't have anything to want." I uttered, and that was the truth. "Oh, I think you'll find ways to....earn your keep." His gaze crawled over me, making my skin crawl. "You will be a beautiful addition to my collection tomorrow. Buyers will pay a lot for a beauty like you." My heart skipped a beat as I realized the horrible truth. Alexander runs a human trafficking business by selling his debtors as pimps to men. "You won't dare... I will report you to the authorities." I stared at him with defiance.

“Well I recently bought My club as we all know from Mr Kalvin, we cleared everything and he mentioned that there were some weed in the basement along side lots of wine which was good business for the club. So he asked I pay for it and I did, I have all evidence of payment here, as you can see the extra 5 million on top for the club I bought was added” “Isn’t selling hard drugs illegal?”, Attorney Varney asked. “Yes but im not selling hard drugs, im selling Weed, and weed is not illegal, it’s just not allowed in some certain places and I own a club, so that is very much allowed”. “Continue Mr Grey”. “Then a couple months later i get a call that armed men are in my club, he threatened to kill