True Crime Novels & Stories

one officer explains to me. "Did I kill him when I stabbed him with the fork? Will I go to jail for murder?" "No, sweetheart, you didn't kill him. He had a four-wheeler wreck and fell down a cliff." "But it could have been because of the blood loss because I stabbed him." "We can never know that. The officer tells me." Then leads me over to where the body is laying. When they remove the sheet, I gasp. No, this can't be. "That's not the professor. It's the guy from the truck."

She felt her eyelids getting a little heavy, but did her best to stay awake. “So, what are we watching?” AJ asked as a bloodcurdling scream came from the television as a splatter of blood covered the screen. “It looks very soothing.” Kat brought her attention to the TV and laughed. “It’s one of my favorite shows. It’s about these two crazy hillbilly brothers who hunt supernatural monsters. It’s better than you’d think. I’m kind of addicted to it.” “I don’t usually watch stuff like this, but it actually sounds kind of interesting,” he responded. More blood splashed onto the scene as some sort of monster ate an innocent victim.

He blinked, his hazel orbs shining with amusement while the corner of his lips subtly twitched, "Should I be scared that you know that?" I shrugged a shoulder, "I watch a lot of true crime documentaries." "And what if you don't want the body to be found?" He quizzed, hands settling on the curve of my hips as he settled between my legs. It was so natural. I gave his question some thought. Things like this were complicated. I knew not to believe everything I watched on documentaries and tv shows but I was studying criminal law. I knew a thing or two about getting away with murder. Again, I shrugged a nonchalant shoulder, "I'd call you to help me get rid of the b

The truth. My name was Tru Parker and I could sense the truth. What kind of freaking coincidence was that? Add super healing and night sight, and I guess that put me in the inhuman, hybrid, or freak of nature category.

After discussing each of our problems to one another, Hozumi always the ideas man came up with a plan. A very good plan. We set up the strategies to catch the culprit red handed. I have no idea,why in the world would they do such a thing. I never got on the bad side of the people here well the exception is Sosuke whom at the mean time has an alibi. Who else would it be. Could it be pure coincidence nevertheless we have to put the plan in action. Feeling uncomfortable l give Hozumi a look and stand up from the ground where we were seating rubbing off the dirty on my clothes. She followed looking far behind me as she say:

“Your necklace. May I see it?” Seolurrie showed them her necklace which is hidden inside her clothes. She didn’t take it off. She felt that something bad will happen if she took it off. “Hmm. It looks like an ordinary necklace for me. Are you sure what you saw was real?” “I don’t have time to be delusional. I know that what happened was real. The truth, just like how true that I came out of a gate.” “Not everything that you said can be true. There are no evidence about everything else except the fact that you came out of a gate. And a few more days you will get your hunter license. You know what will happen, right?”

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

The word enters the space between them and stays there. Adrian’s fingers tighten around the phone. “It is a profile,” he says. “It reads like someone studying you after the room has emptied.” His chest tightens. He hates the accuracy. He hates that Celeste can say it without knowing about last night, without knowing Julian had stood in his office after hours and told him he could not ask for honesty in private while hiding behind a future with her. “Julian Hart studies people for a living,” Adrian says. “Yes. But most journalists do not sound disappointed by the walls they find.”

With all those thoughts, I didn't notice a police officer walking towards me. "Excuse me, are you Jessica Thompson?" Asked the officer. "Yes, sir, is everything okay?" I asked, concern clear in my voice. "I'm sorry, honey, but your stepfather had an overdose, and sadly he didn't make it." He said, pity in his eyes and voice.

My worry stems from the possibility that a truly evil crime has been committed, unknown to us. I’m drawn out of my thoughts by a very shirtless Stephen walking by the room on his way to his. He training in human form today and it looks like it went long. This is the first time that I have ever seen him this way and I feel my cheeks flame up. He’s covered in tattoos, and the Goddess did an amazing job on him if she wanted to prove how beautiful were-men are. Muscles ripple everywhere, but not to where it is unattractive. Rae talks about licking every inch of him and I have to shut her up. She is causing my body to react and if she does that, he’ll smell my arousal. As if he hears my thoughts