True Crime Novels & Stories

"Let's play!" Freezing the moisture in the air, Lucas draws out an ice blade, swinging and slashing it against the air before he readies to attack me. My eyes squint, reading him and then, suddenly, I lunge forward. Sharply, Lucas catches on, dashing forward as well. His other hand grows talons in form of ice while I aim for his head. Close. We are only inches away from each other, and then, the scent of pine and expensive cologne sneaks in. "The actual fuck happened here?"

The ice cream had been forgotten in just a second. In crime movies, the espionage agents spy on their suspects wherever they go to investigate any suspicious actions without getting caught—because if they do get caught, are they even a true spy? Olivia had never thought about what she really wanted to be in the future as she was still undecided on her future career. But with the way she was pulling off her fake ignorant act, she was once again qualified for another potential job.

I replied, "after a murder, the family and friends will crave to know what occurred, how it transpired, how their loved one's life floated into outlets where such a thing turned out to be likely, and so on. But in a court of law, there is a much thinner emphasis: Who did it? Can you demonstrate it? These are the problems that urge the police or should. And with regard to these questions, the principal questions, we are much more rock-hard. Who could acquire admission to the flat, either to assassinate the inhabitant, or to leave her body there? Who has sufficient power of the media to instigate the personality slaying we've seen? Why have no awkward queries been mentioned in Government about

she breathed and cleared her throat before looking up at me "I took the samples I collected from the rogue prisoner to run tests on them because I had a theory that the so called weapon he spoke of might not be an actual weapon but something else. So I took his blood and also dissolved the piece of nail with some acid. Then, I did the easiest test there is to find out if something has been infected with dark magic or not" "And how did you do this test?" Dean inquired "Have you two heard of a flower called 'tyle'?" Anya asked back and Dean and I shared a contemplative look

She said again, her voice firm. " I can't…" Serena began, tears welling up in her eyes again. Jessica let out a sigh, genuinely worried. " My, Gerald must be a patient man to really wait this long for you. I almost thought…" Jessica trailed off, unsure if she should say it. " You almost thought what?" Serena asked. Jessica shook her head, giving her a small smile. " You don't need to worry about that. Either way, I still think you should tell Gerald. If not for anything else, just so they can catch the culprit so he can pay for his crimes. He can't go scot free."

That's why we must be careful with every step we make. First, we had to strike hard at his financial dealings both legal and illegal. The in laws were easy if we hit the outlaw first. During all these years of watching him we managed to learn all his trafficking routes and most of his associates. Using the "Rogue Alpha" coverage we hit every target managing to loot the merchant. In terms of human trafficking, we freed people and gave them the opportunity to join our pack or go wherever they wanted.

I was drowned with work whilst waiting for the few men I sent over to London to keep an eye on Mateo to give me feedback. Two hours into paperwork, Lucas opened the door and rushed into my office. “Did you forget to knock before entering?” I asked him, hard-faced and distant. Lucas grabbed the TV control and scanned through the channels. “What are you doing?” “The news.” He pointed out. “You have to listen to the news bossman, this isn’t good at that.” When he found the channel he was searching for, he turned up the volume. More drama unfolds in the Shirley family after the arrest of Mrs.Vera Shirley as a major suspect in the murder of Mr. Derek Shirley. It was made known by an anonymous sou

I watched Gabriella apologize and saw my name displayed on the screen. It had been five years since I was bound to Gabriella's side. I watched myself being branded as a traitor, while the real culprit thrived. The truth had been buried for far too long. And now, the truth had finally come to light. A month later, Christopher and the remaining members of Oliver's drug cartel faced a public trial before the Supreme Court in Gakoli. The gallery was packed to the brim. Families of fallen narcotics officers filled the front row, while the back row and side aisles were crowded with reporters.

Deep lines, wrinkles, creases that hadn't been there minutes ago. "No... this can't be happening!" She staggered back, ready to bolt—then stopped cold. Every camera was locked on her. Teeth clenched, she forced a smile. "That doesn't matter. What matters is solving the case!" She tried to rally. "The most distinct trait of the killer is his hands—" But before she could land the point, a reporter pushed through the crowd. "Breaking news! The Carmoria State Bureau of Investigation just caught the real killer!"

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.