True Crime Long Reads Novels & Stories

After looking around the room, one of them asked in a deep voice, "Which of you is Randy Long and Maya Palin?" Everyone froze when they heard that. Then, they seemed to recover and quickly crowded forward, talking over one another as they tried to cozy up to them. "Oh, Sir, you've come at the right time. We were just about to report that one of your soldiers is defaming a civilian." "That's right. My friend kindly helped him look after his home, but he accused my friend of sleeping with his wife." "I think he's the one fooling around, and now, he wants an excuse for divorce."

She asked calmly this time, more concerned If i should say that's one thing about Emily, she could easily see through someone lies and know whenever i try lie my way out of any situation "C'mon Nessa, just spit it out" she persuaded "Okay..." I took a deep breath before spitting it all out and showing her the picture evidence as well "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" came Emily vexed reaction "Why did they do that huh? Couldn't they have just told you, i mean keeping it all this years wasn't the idle thing to do, and it could cause major damage, just like now" She stated still visibly angry "I know right, didn't they trust me enough to handle the truth? What if that's actually the reason they're always hav

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

“You’re here.” “I’m here.” Martin closed the door behind him. Stepped closer. The chain felt heavy in his pocket, but he pulled it out—silver glinting under the desk lamp. Held it out. “I read the letters. All of them. I want to wear this again. But only if we do this right. No more half-truths. No more hiding. No more running.”

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

All individuals involved in this case have been taken into custody and will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. During this time, the press conference was broadcast live throughout Gakoli. Everyone was talking about it everywhere—on the internet, on TV, and in the streets. Everyone now knew that I, the one who had been condemned for the past five years, was a narcotics officer who risked everything to protect Gakoli. They also knew that Gabriella's gentle, thoughtful husband, Christopher Wright, was the culprit who caused hundreds of officers' deaths. I drifted beside the podium at the press conference, looking down at the sea of cameras. I watched Gabriella apologize and saw my

That tidbit was probably fabricated to make the story more twisted and dramatic. The show was a popular one called Serial. I'd become accustomed to hearing the voices of detectives and crime fans debating unsolved murders. It was the type of show where one might listen to everything from common facts to conspiracy theories and deep evil secrets, ranging from drug overdoses to random acts of violence, such as serial killer cases and accidents. Each one appealed to my dark side and entertained me. The unsettling phrases also comforted my inner soul and made me feel less alone in my agony and self-loathing.

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

I take one last look at myself until I strike a pose and say,"Perfect," I hear mom from downstairs telling me to hurry up, so I grab my book bag and put on my glasses and was about to leave my room until I remember my most important thing. I go to my book-shelf and pull out a book that reads, Gone Girl by Giliian Flynn on the front cover. I've always loved mysteries; I can't remember one day where I wasn't watching Criminal Minds or Goosebumps in my room.

"You'll get sentenced for murder! Are you an idiot?" Over the last three months, George busied himself with hiring attorneys and making police reports. However, without solid evidence, his assumption remained an assumption. He spread the truth online, but Clifford's law firm accused him of libel and painted him as my lover. As a result, he was mocked and attacked by netizens. I thought George would give up after all he went through, but little did I know he would sacrifice everything to bring my murderers to justice. George looked in my direction as if he could see me. His eyes widened in shock, and he smiled at me as he attacked Clifford. He plunged the blade through my invisible body into