Short Criminal Stories Novels & Stories

we're notorious bullies terrorising prisoners. As they glide furtively towards the new inmate from the back he gets up curious and moves towards them to get a better idea as to what they were up to. Suddenly one if the inmates swung his leg against that of the new inmate and sends him crushing to the floor in surprise . The two prison bullies now jumped on him swinging their weapons at him to strike him dead. He rolled away at the last moment to avoid their weapons. He had a scare on his cheek The quiet gentleman suddenly coiled up and swung into action . He bent down swiftly, grabbed the neck of one of the bullies just as he was about to sink his improvised knife into the new inmates belly

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

“Very. He is not… very human in the conventional sense. But the contract is clear: two days. You satisfy him fully. He fights. You leave. Seventy thousand dollars. Cash. In a duffel bag the moment you step out Sunday night.” I looked across the small living room. My six-year-old brother, Noah, was asleep on the couch, thumb in his mouth, tiny chest rising and falling. My eleven-year-old brother, Liam, sat on the floor doing homework by the light of a single lamp because we couldn’t afford to run the ceiling fan tonight. He looked up at me with those too-serious eyes. “Who’s on the phone, Sara?” “Just work,” I lied. I stood and walked into the kitchenette.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

Harold asked while watching his men work, unaware of the dark figure now standing behind him. The creature panted, inhaling the delicious smell of blood coming from his prey. He licked his lips in hunger, eager to drain every one and gain back his strength and beauty. While Claire was busy with her phone, she was unaware of what was happening behind her because it happened too fast. One moment, there were eleven men working on lifting the tomb to the track, and in just a blink of an eye, everyone turned to nothing but skin and bones, completely drained of their blood.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I threw on a simple tank top that rubbed against my bare tits and soft cotton shorts that clung to my ass, no bra, nipples already stiff from the morning chill. Downstairs the smell of coffee hit me hard and I heard Liam before I even saw my twenty-year-old son loud and excited, talking nonstop about his all-day gaming marathon with his online crew, his voice carrying through the kitchen like he owned the morning. Ryan came down right after, Liam’s cocky best friend who was crashing here for the whole summer. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock hanging heavy and obvious, the fat head pressing against the gray fabric every time he moved.