Short Story On Crime Novels & Stories

After all, recently crime is rampant. "What exactly do they want? Why would they go to such an old building in the middle of the night just to take their own lives." Candra Wijaya couldn't stop thinking. Ernawati approached with a cup of green tea which made the man look away, and rubbed his hand gently. "You, Erna, your habits from the past have never changed." Ernawati smiled and sat beside him. "Drink, and don't worry about the news. It's dizzying to see the news that every day it feels like there is no end to crime in our country."

I tuck the few strands of hair which has fallen off the clip behind my ears, looking around I move myself to the first row bench. I take my seat beside the lady seated next to the man, her blonde hair pulled up to a neat high bun, her skinny legs crossed the point of the heel getting contact with me. I clear my throat as I lean over to my right closer to her and whisper "Excuse me, your heel," I point at her shoe. The hazel eyes takes a glimpse of me, she purses her red velvet lips as she rolls her big eyes and moves her leg. She is Tira Liam, A lawyer who will do anything to win a case. It's tragic that a beauty like her has committed a quite number of murder yet not caught red handed.

Dylan turned to give her a look before returning his focus to driving and he laughed. “In the past, the master thief stole from the rich to give to the poor, but now stealing is a crime and you’ll go to jail if you’re caught and convicted. “Actually, it was a crime back then too, but it was a chaotic time and hard to catch them. Now, there are surveillance cameras everywhere. If the police want to catch you, there’s always a way.

Save your neck. Living on the streets means being witness to all kinds of crimes. Stinking blood are at corners you hide. You see there faces, you know who did this and that but one should shun away his conscience if you value your life. I myself had petty crimes but only for the reason of knowing how to survive. Stealing, even being a courier to drug pusher, and other sorts. I learned to pretend and disguise. Being with people I should have not with. But I have no regrets.

Yet I am even willing to lose myself to obtain that girl. At this moment, vivid images of Natasha are flashing in my mind. She hopped here and there, dancing with grace, and then gazed at the bouquet and card with wide-eyed wonder and threw it into the dustbin. Her charm is truly eye-catching. On the other hand, her story seems different, and truly remarkable. She has a lot of talent. Her story proposal was about a dark murder fiction, where a woman is killed, and a lawyer and a police officer handle the case to find the real culprit behind the murder. Her story has only a few episodes, so it would be easy to finish it early.

Eyes would have been wet and shiny, mouth slighted parted in reverence to the story. He looks like he doesn’t want to talk about this story. “It’s not just a story.” Kelly scoffs. I would have too, no, I should, but my entire being is inclined to listen to this man, believe him. “Yes, a crime circle so large it could rival any mafia or gang in the world, led by one man. Yes, totally believable.” Jesse glances at Kelly in the rear view mirror. I watch what he sees, an agent mocking the story, I hope he didn’t take it personally. No officer believe in it.

(Bright's POV) Understanding the minds of criminals is my job. Sitting in a locked room with a person who's seen a lot of people die before his eyes doesn't bother me anymore. In fact, it never did. I see a maximum security prison as an amusement park. But instead of fun rides and various attractions, the stars of this place are serial killers and their magnificent crimes. Killing is a form of art, and I'm just one of a million people who would fall asleep with their dark confessions like it's some bedtime story.

“Janus, to be frank… If you didn’t give me any hints, I wouldn’t have noticed anything strange at all. How did you know?” Janus smiled, “They had a good script, but the director and actors are a little careless. They didn’t pay attention to the details, so I of course noticed.” He then added, “As people always say, there’s no such thing as a perfect crime in this world. There’s no absolute perfection, but one can craft it well with effort. If the criminal paid attention to the delicate details, no one would discover them despite the imperfect crime.” Charlie had learned a lot from Janus. He asked curiously, “So, Janus, how did you notice something strange about that woman?”

She blinks, "no offense, but a guy who works at an ice cream store got all those stuffs with his money?" I thought of that too. One of the reasons I got shocked to send him working at the ice cream store. It came as a shock to me too. I feel bad already for allowing him buy all those foodstuffs for me. I shouldn't have taken them. It starts drizzling that Elizabeth and I decide to run home. Trust me, it is a good moment. As we approach the porch, we see a male figure standing in the rain. We begin to slow down, exchanging looks. I gulp hard. It better not be Mike. I hold on to my melted ice cream that is dripping on my hand and on the floor.

It allowed us to keep up to date with the human world and ensured that the pack did not get stuck in the past like others had. The crime building was one of the only ones that still had all the lights on, most of the offices around had closed for the night. But like the saying goes, crime never stops and the crime team were very focused on keeping us safe. I made sure that their pay reflected that and it was a very popular career for those who were intelligent enough to do it.