Short Story On Crime Novels & Stories

Thіѕ man whо calls hіmѕеlf an unсlе whіlе gіvіng tо charities, іѕ at hеаrt the worst type оf сrіmіnаl. Everything I’vе learned from Sаrаh’ѕ dіаrу and Blаkе’ѕ іnvеѕtіgаtіоn соmеѕ tоgеthеr іn mу mіnd lіkе a gіаnt рuzzlе. Sоmеhоw, wе’vе bееn рullеd іntо the web of a mаѕtеr сrіmіnаl.

“We are friends that’s all that matters. Besides I know that you won’t judge me for something which was outside my control so who am I to judge you?” “You are talking as if you have done a lot of things in life, have you ever done something to make you a criminal in the eyes of the law?” Rima demanded as Penn laughs. “You two really don’t know me.” Stanley gave Penn a look. “Your turn, answer Rima’s question.” “Yes I have and that is all you are getting.” Penn answered with a smile as Stanley rolled his eyes. “We know, we wanted to see if you will lie to us.” Rima said. “And stealing might be an offense but it isn’t regarded as criminal these days.”

He even called the police to report them, hoping to wipe them out in one go. When he filed the report, he was thinking he would take them all down. So, he deliberately left out the crucial detail that the organization was holding me hostage. This selfish bastard did not care if anyone else lived or died. When the police arrived, the criminals lost nearly half their people and resources before barely escaping with me as their hostage. Naturally, they took all their rage out on me. They tortured me for three days and nights straight. When they finally got bored, they ended my life with one cut and tossed my body on the mountain to feed the wolves.

Red lights glow against the dark of the night as he turns the car on and signals that he’s entering traffic, I do the same, following him towards his apartment. At the intersection he takes a right instead of a left and I continue to follow him, where are you going sir? When he stops in front of a familiar building and parks outside I watch him as he enters and snap a quick picture on my phone in the event I ever need it. That’s the trouble with being a criminal doing business with other criminals, the lines drawn in the sand by the law don’t necessarily apply anymore. I can’t call the cops and neither can he. Everything has to be handled like the old west, quick draw and quicker thinking.

“No one likes to be poor. Without money to pay for gas or provide proper nutrition for their children, it would become a race for everyone to become millionaires and billionaires. When that happens, cops like you will get overworked and witness the most heinous crimes.” Myra felt a shiver down her spine as mental images of crime scenes she had been to in the past flashed through her mind.

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. *************************************************

he barked, hand jerking toward his holster. I ignored him, aimed at the cruiser’s front tire, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, loud and sharp, and the tire hissed as it flattened. I dropped the gun, raising my hands as the officer charged toward me, his face red with fury. He grabbed my wrists, snapping cuffs on me so tight they bit into my skin. Damon stepped forward, hands up. “Take me too, officer. We're partners in crime.” The officer shoved him back. “Stay where you are!”

With the medical report in hand, Clara contacted her grandfather immediately—the head of the family. Family representatives arrived quickly. Clara handed over everything: camera footage, lab results, voice recordings, and photos of the hidden spy cameras. After reviewing the evidence, Clara’s grandfather was furious. “That bastard!” He ordered an immediate police report and brought in top lawyers. Using the evidence, police quickly built a case against Mr. Reed. The investigation revealed even more crimes. Mr. Reed had not only drugged Clara for months but also spied on her with hidden cameras, using her confused state to fabricate evidence of mental instability and improper behavior.

In this city, I know that they can even do brutal things and that nothing consumes their souls but money. Here, crime can be anything. Darkness is familiar, and crime is increasing by the second. If I were still a weak woman, I would need guarding, but I was never weak. My family took care of me since childhood, but I'm not that kind of spoiled girl. I can take care of myself.

All I wanted was to talk to the detective that I knew was in charge of the case, to give him a piece of my mind. When I got to the reception of the station, I could see that it was filled to the brim. I could smell and see a few wolves in the building, alongside a few humans. They were here for problems just like I was, and it was then it struck me. No matter how hard the police tried, they could never get rid of crime completely. There was always a crazy person, a raving lunatic. A person that couldn't control his lust for crime, the urge to do bad things.