Selling Crime Novels & Stories

"That explains how you own one. So, what you mean by not legal is...?" "I'm a criminal, Elle. I sell weapons and dangerous equipments to different criminal organizations, like the mafia, cartel, terrorists, and more. Not the police. They do not get their weapons from me. It's the other criminal groups. It's dangerous. But, it's also highly profitable. And I'm very good at what I do." "You're a criminal." I repeated, letting the information sink in. "I am." "Well, shit." "Are you disappointed?" "No. Of course not. I'm not. It's just that it was the last thing I had in mind."

Roberto does everything in his power to talk with a caring tone, but I know that he would get in big trouble if he didn’t deliver the money he gets. His bosses could get the impression he keeps it to himself, so having someone sell you drugs on credit is a huge token of confidence. And I didn’t know my mother had it as she certainly wouldn’t deserve it. “Robby, no. What… Why did you sell her the stuff without any payment?” He holds out his hands before him, gesturing nervously with his palms up like he was begging me to understand him. Well, it’s not me that is going to cut your fingers off.

Mr Luka folds his hands in front of him as if he would love more than anything to get this over with. “I am selling my daughter to Mr. Allessandro Vanellin.”

I can't believe that he did such a thing…" "People these days are capable of doing anything to cheat others for their own benefit." "That's right. He must be trying to take advantage of a loophole since the salesperson is different. But look at him now—he got caught red-handed." The salesperson shrugged at Officer Warren, looking as though he were the victim here. "Officer, please set the record straight for us. With his actions, isn't he just picking a fight and stirring up trouble? At the very least, he's disrupting our business operations, isn't he?"

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.

This bitch should be here by now. “Are you expecting someone?” Victor asked, smiling wide as he poured himself another glass of champagne. The golden liquid bubbled and fizzed loudly, foam rising fast. He had just finished a huge, secret sale to some anonymous guy right here. Cash probably bulged thick in his pockets right now, making him feel untouchable. “What drug did you sell this time?” I asked, leaning forward. The sticky table clung to my elbows. “Just some really high shit,” he said, smirking like I was some clueless kid he can play with. “High enough to kill.”

I said giving back the smile, " Hello gentlemen. I am very glad that both of you are here" Saying that I extended my arm for a handshake and then we hand shook. I gestured them to seat and now we are sitting on the couch. Miroslav said with his thick voice in English mixing up his Russian accent, " we are glad that we are doing business with you. Those drugs are really cost a huge amount of dollars. We will have a good profit after selling them in Indian Blackmarket." I nodded my head and offered them wine. We are now talking about business and having our wine. I have finalised another deal with them. This time the deal is about illegal weapons.

At the same time, many saleswomen stepped forward to expose the nasty things he had done. In the end, he racked up major debt and ended his life by jumping off a building. As for myself, I returned to working a normal job, never again selling myself to lure clients in.

Aubrey yelled, I ignored her and watched how Melissa's thighs pump out blood, making her gown turn very red. "You were saying?" I asked Melissa in a mocking tone as she sobbed in pain. She remained silent and I placed the tip of my gun on her shoulder. Her eyes widened. Then she said. "I sold it-" "Tell me something I don't know." "The black Mafias, I sold it to the black Mafias." She said. I straightened, my jaw dropping low, shit! Out of all the fucking Mafias in vino, she had to sell it to the black Mafias?

After hearing the whole story, Thomas smiled. That was it? That was not a big deal for Thomas. With Thomas's identity, he would be able to close down any detrimental store that discriminated against its customers and for them to move away at any moment. However, Thomas would like to see how ‘great' this shop was at scamming, as their way of doing it was quite slick. Using discounts to trick elderly women to buy their stuff. Then, using a defective item to pass as an authentic one to scam people all while leaving no traces. What a great feat.