True Crime Novels & Stories

Said a male journalist while glancing at his laptop. "Is she related to the cause of her death, please tell us the truth." Another journalist said. One would doubt whether she was a professional or she was just doing it just for the income, hearing her voice would make you go for the latter part without thinking twice. 💥💥💥

Sometimes, I'm forcing myself to ignore her and pretend that I can't here her. While walking inside of the building, Charlie took a different direction, where is she going now? Oh well, that's great I can have a peaceful time for the time being. Today, I only have a meeting and nothing more to work on. Since the meeting is still two hours from now, I opened the television to watch something but the first to appear is a news about killing again. What does this killer wants? Every killings that is connected to this news is about businessman. I suddenly felt a shiver on my spine that's why I turned off the television, at the same time, Zeke came in.

I've always loved mysteries; I can't remember one day where I wasn't watching Criminal Minds or Goosebumps in my room. My family and friends continuously call me Nancy Drew or Velma even though I hate those nicknames. Puzzles and secrets were a part of me; my father was a Private Investigator, so getting to the bottom of things was always his thing. Even though he passed away a few years ago, I still want to keep his memory alive by being a P.I. as well. I put the book in my bag and dash downstairs into the kitchen. "Goodmorning, Mom," I said.

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

“He cooked the books.” “You don’t know that yet.” “I do.” “You can’t run a company on instinct alone.” “I don’t. I run it on precision. Not manipulation.” A pause. “Make sure you have evidence to avoid lawsuits.” He hung up. No goodbye. Typical. I pushed Tanya’s file aside and looked at the reports on my desk, the sticky note she left grouping the pages, her handwriting glaring at me. Her tired eyes flashed in my mind. She looked like she hadn’t slept.

Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph." He held out a hand, and I gave him my phone. He played the video and showed it to Valerie. Meanwhile, I was dazed. I couldn't remember the last time Chuck had called me by my nickname. After watching the video, Valerie insisted that I'd used artificial intelligence to put it together. I shrugged and asked, "Will you only admit what you've done when I bring the pastor here to give his statement?" 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."

John would be furious. Vivian was Perry and Julie Macabe's oldest daughter, she had her mother's eyes of honey and her father's dark hair and olive skin. Even at the young age of seventeen, she had womanly curves. Vivian was not held captive by the social expectations of her day, much to her family's chagrin. Vince was not her first lover; her former lover had been Vince's best friend, Devon Parish. When Devon had started seeing another young girl from town named Jessica, Vince had merely to fix her with his dazzling hazel eyes and she was his.

Heavy breathing and moans instantly filled the private room. To my surprise, Randy burst into loud laughter. He pointed at me and snapped. "As far as I know, secretly recording someone is illegal, right? It can't be used as evidence. Besides, I only went to your house that day to help out. Who knew your wife would give me a glass of water and things would turn out like that? I was innocent!" I smiled faintly. "Really? Were you innocent? Then, let's keep listening." Sure enough, Randy's voice rang out clearly from the video in the very next moment.

“Nah, it’s merely me stating facts. But whatever you say.” I ignore his attempt to bait me into a discussion about whether Jess wants me dead or not, and whether I’m falsely accusing her or not. I’m not going to argue with stupidity or ignorance, it’s like hitting a pillow - pointless and draining. We both know I’m right, and I’m good with him staying delusional about her intentions. The wolf has worn himself out now, so I get out of the couch and in front of him. I activate my truth power, keeping my back to the rest of the crowd.

The next morning broke gray and merciless, the kind of dawn that felt more like dusk refusing to leave. Headlines were everywhere—scrolling tickers on every sports channel, push notifications lighting up phones like emergency beacons, front pages of every major outlet in the country splashed with bold, accusatory fonts. Marc woke to the sound of his phone vibrating itself off the nightstand, the screen flashing with alerts that refused to be ignored. “Marc Evans Released by Westbridge Amid Romance Scandal”