Selling Crime Novels & Stories

Jennifer snapped irritably. “Didn't we say that we would have the results within three days?” Frederick asked helplessly. "Are we waiting for the criminal to search their conscience?" Jennifer sneered. "Ms. York, we found out that someone in Aston State is selling a product called Rejuvenating Pill. Although the packaging is different from our Revitalizing Pill, they claim it has the same efficacy as our pill! The Rejuvenating Pill is currently only sold to target customers. It's already speculated to hit one million dollars each on the black market!"

The apartment was dark and quiet, and an observer would assume that no one was home. However, a closer look would reveal that one room still had the lights on. A man sat at the computer working on a complex system that would revolutionize the black market. He was creating a messaging app and platform that would come to be known as the crime resort. The platform operated by users trading cryptocurrency exclusively instead of real money. The users would exchange foreign currency and any other illicit goods. People were buying and selling drugs, organs, exotic animals, smuggled art artifacts and many other forbidden treasures on this platform. It was the first day of launching the program and y

“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?” Sofi 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.”

“Done, done.” “How the hell did you manage to make enough money to build an entire automotive shop? Have you been doing everyone’s homework every year?” Barking out a laugh, I shook my head. “No, nothing as unethical as that.” Pausing, I looked him in the eyes. “We sold drugs.”

His smile widened as he looked directly at me, and I felt like a specimen was examined under a microscope. "Your girlfriend over there is a pretty thing," he said casually, as if he were discussing the weather rather than something that made my stomach turn and my vision blur with panic. "She would get me a lot of cash in the sales market." The words hit me like a physical blow, and I felt my knees buckle slightly. Liam's arm wrapped around my waist immediately, holding me up as horror flooded through both of us. Sales market. He was talking about human trafficking, about selling me like property to pay off a debt I had never incurred.

A woman entered blonde, heavy perfume, her skirt clung too tightly , blouse that could barely contain her chest that looked one breadth away from tearing “You sent for me, sir?” she purred. I didn’t look up immediately. “Why did the sales drop by five percent?” I asked, voice sharp and clipped. She flinched slightly. “W-Well, boss, there have been… minor complaints about quality from some distributors. We’re trying to resolve them.” “Trying?” I repeated coldly, finally lifting my gaze. “Why wasn’t this reported to me before it reached five percent?” She swallowed hard, twisting her hands. “We thought it would stabilize—”

It was still bugging me that I felt like I had seen this man before, but there was no place in my life that I could imagine myself coming in contact with a man that sold thi9ngs on a supernatural black market. “Now, some of you have requested a closer look at the product,” the smarmy man, or I guess the Salesman said, “Those who have paid for that service may step forward now.” There was a low rumble as some of the seated people stood up and advanced forward. I counted seven people as they climbed the steps onto the stage. They crowded around the box cage and began throwing questions at The Salesman. I tried to shrink back as arms came in through the bars and began to pull at my hair or grab

Planting drugs on our turf and making us look bad? We had too many enemies to single anyone out. And it was a fine-lined dilemma. We pushed drugs. We sold all kinds of product, but nothing out of the norm, nothing that couldn't already be obtained elsewhere. Peddling crap that killed wouldn't help us at all, and I tried to consider what we'd be facing if someone were coming after the Bratva like that. "Thanks for telling me," I said, reaching out to set my hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. Sure."

“Black Market?” “Where banned and stolen merchandise gets sold. It’s not a place anyone wants to do business. You’re as likely to get scammed or murdered before you get the genuine item. But antiques and art are big business. Before you say anything. Yes, if you’re caught buying or selling by any type of enforcement, it’s a criminal offence.” “I’m glad to hear that. I’ll move this into the study where the desk is. Evan, will you help me move this back into the sitting room? I don’t believe we need to put it back up. Just rest it in there.”

The smooth smile on his face reflected his success. The person picked up the champagne bottle and threw it with full power on the portrait and shouted “Blackmailing the business tycoon! What a game! I am just too good” the lips curved with an evil smirk on the face. ………. 6 months ago Mumbai, India the city of dreams. Aarav Sinha is a 34 years old bachelor business tycoon of India. The business was first set up by his father along with a few business partners but the majority of shareholding belongs to Sinha’s. Today he is the 80% sole owner of the industry, he had many rivals but was the most desirable man for the ladies. He is the best in every way, many tried to bring him down but failed m