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Ten Lucrative Markets for Crime and Mystery Novels
Readers consistently choose to read mysteries and thrillers as their preferred genres. As far as Simba Information is concerned, the only genre that can compete with mystery is romance novels. On average, crime books bring in more than $730 million annually, even when they are ranked second. The subgenres include cozy, hardboiled, police procedural, and cross-genre mixes with science fiction, fantasy, and romance. Cozy is the most popular subgenre on this list.
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Criminal
The Lottery Robbery
Henry Parker worked at convenience store in Piccadilly Circus, within the busiest district of London. Everyday he'd serve horrible bastards, horrible cunts and so on and so on. It was agony, the amount of twats who came wondering in and out of the place was staggering, not one of them was nice, they were all horrid for a pallette of different reasons. Some were teenage yobs, coming in trying to buy cigarettes and alcohol with fake IDs, it was obvious that they were underage. These kids would get violent when Henry wouldn't serve them, sometimes trashing the store, hitting him or verbally abusing poor working class Henry. The upper class pricks weren't much better, if you're an American reading this, forget about hot tea and biscuits,the posh are massive bellends. They would come in dressed to the nines, giving Henry the snobbiest looks imaginable, expecting him to behave like a butler or personal servant. They were the type of swines to complain about literally anything or everything. He couldn't stand them! Occasionally, there were cute tourists from around the world popping in, they were always a pleasure to speak to. They loved London, were happy to be visiting, which was a lot more fun than actually living in the city. Sure, London has it's attractions like Buckingham Palace and Big Ben, etc. There is a huge selection of shops, which makes for an ideal day out for retail therapy. The nightlife is also booming, with more nightclubs than you can imagine and nothing beats a nice, cold pint after a hard day's work in a cosy traditional pub (something Henry did a lot during the weekends). However, actually living in London revealed it's darker secrets and depressing reality. The city was expensive, unbelievably expensive! So bloody expensive, that a shitty little flat in a London sewer, was more expensive than a country bungalow in the north of England. Life was a struggle for Henry, he had lost count how many times he smashed his phone rushing to work on the subway, only for the massive crowds to knock him over, causing him to drop his phone and get the screen repaired for £100+ which was absolutely ridiculous! He felt trapped in this gross, dark and gloomy rat race of rushing to work and then slaving away for sometimes twelve hours a day, for minimum wage which only added to his hopelessness. However, there was something the shop he worked at sold, a promise of fortune, a gamble that could make you millions. Lottery tickets and scratch cards! Henry was always told these things were scams, his father said so, that they were rigged to keep you spending in the vain hope of making it rich. "Get a job!" His dad would say, "go to college, then university. Get a degree in something and make a living that way!"
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Criminal
Black Car Abductor
In London there has been a recent urban legend among the city folk, that of a mystery black four door car that drives around Electric Avenue past midnight. Now the image of a lone black car driving through the night isn't anything to get excited about on its own, no of course not, such a sight is common place in a big city such as this. It's what the black car does after spotting a lone walker, just minding his or her own business, sometimes walking a dog or not. The black car will pull over onto the path in front of the person, only for a mystery man in a black ski mask to grab and force them into the boot of said car. Then he will drive off, as for the abductee, they are never to be seen again! Nobody knows who this strange abductor is, why he does this is anyone's guess. Some say he is a sex trafficker, others say he is an organ harvester, he could be a serial killer or all of the above, maybe something else entirely we'll never truly know. The Black Car Abductor doesn't discriminate either by the way, he has kidnapped the elderly as well as the youth. People of every age go missing every year and you can bet good money, that some of those missing children or adults were likely abducted by this terrifying, mysterious stranger. Some of his victims (or so it is believed) have turned up dead. An elderly man was walking his bulldog down Electric Avenue one night, struggling to control the dog on the lead, while dragging himself forwards with his walking stick. The man must have been at least seventy, maybe eighty. Someone witnessed his kidnapping, the black car made a loud screech, skidding onto the path in front of the confused and horrified senior citizen. Miss Hamilton saw the whole thing from her bedroom window, opening her curtain to investigate the sounds of barking and car tyres halting. She saw the old man get punched square in the face by the masked abductor, who had jumped out of his car like some frightening ninja. The poor dog whined and barked frantically as his master dropped the lead in his panic, screaming; "I'm sorry, I'll pay you, I just need a week! One week!" The old man cried, as he was shoved into the black car's boot. It was a scene straight out of some horrible crime film, where the mafia terrorise the innocent. The dog bit the masked maniac and to Miss Hamilton's horror, the abductor kicked the dog across the pavement. The poor thing stood up, wept, then fled howling in terror and agony. The horrible masked man shut the boot, silencing the pensioner's screams. He climbed inside his car and drove off into the night. Miss Hamilton called the police immediately, but the car was already long gone and just like with every report that tried to stop the Black Car Abductor, the case was ultimately left unsolved. Not that law enforcement hasn't tried to stop this masked lunatic. They always patrol the area whenever an abduction takes place around the area, only there wouldn't be another kidnapping until six or seven months later and unfortunately most kidnappings go unnoticed. CCTV has spotted the abductor multiple times and although the car is always black, it is often a different make and model with a completely different license plate, that is always fake so they cannot possibly track it down as the car often drives down blind spots where no camera watches, making it near impossible to track the villain down. Some believe the whole thing is a government conspiracy, that police purposely turn a blind eye because the secret behind this strange occurrence could even be orchestrated by the social elite. Another thing to note, is that the masked man seems to change too, his body language, size and height has often changed throughout the many years of this happening since 2018. The first reports described the masked man as being short but stocky like some world champion body builder. Then in 2020 he was described as a she, with a more, slender feminine figure and long hair sticking out the back of her ski mask, using a pistol to intimidate their victim into getting in the trunk of the black car, instead of physical force. Then in 2022, someone else said the masked abductor was an athlete male that was incredibly tall yet broad. This seems to confirm that it isn't just one man, but multiple men or women, who commit these strange abductions. This coupled with Miss Hamilton's witness statement, claiming that the abducted victim she saw (who was eventually identified to be 76 year old Henry Davenport) yelled; "I'm sorry, I'll pay you, I just need a week!" Seems to prove the conspiracy that the abductors hunt down those who owe loan sharks or perhaps even the government itself a hell of a lot of money. Furthermore, the criminal underground is a strange and terrifying beast. Some subscribe to the idea that the crime lords of London own the police, just like in one of those famous mobster movies. Whatever the case may be, if you find yourself walking the dark streets of Electric Avenue one night after midnight and a mysterious black car pulls up in front of you, run for your fucking life!
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Criminal
"Isla Fisher's Heart-Stopping Near-Drowning: Chilling Behind-the-Scenes Moment from Now You See Me!". AI-Generated.
Isla Fisher's Near-Fatal Stunt: The Now You See Me Water Tank Escape In a shocking incident during the filming of "Now You See Me," actress Isla Fisher faced a life-threatening situation. While portraying Henley Reeves, she attempted a daring escape from a water tank, but things took a dramatic turn when the chain meant to hold her submerged malfunctioned. This near-drowning episode sheds light on the risks faced by performers in high-stakes movies.
By Story silver book 2 years ago in Criminal
Six Honestly Horrifying Stories Based on Actual Events
Life writes the scariest and weirdest tales. You should determine carefully if you desire to read the following tales. Because its contents are considerably more gruesome and scary than any novelist could envision.
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Criminal
London's Best Detective
London's Best Detective was a middle-aged man named Wayne Bateman, he was a very sought after Private Eye; "Britain's Greatest Detective" he was known as. For good reason, as Wayne had helped police solve some of the most insane conspiracies and murder cases, that ever disturbed the city of London. He was a cop in his youth, then slowly but gradually climbed up the ranks until he became the best of the very fucking best! In my previous story, I wrote about the legendary Clown Thieves, who made headlines for their many daring robberies across London, while dressed like punks with clownish makeup. Detective Bateman was assigned to investigating these mysterious pranksters, the difference between his by the book, good cop and super serious demeanour compared to their jokey, mocking and theatrical persona was a comical contrast. Detective Bateman often wore a black trench coat and fedora, looking like some 1940s noir Detective straight out of pulp fiction. The more Detective Bateman looked into the Clown Thieves, the more he hated them. Causing chaos, misery and pain to the innocent people of London was no laughing matter! Yet, the love partners in crime often mocked their victims. The green haired clown would bully people after mugging them, often mocking their appearances. The female harlequin he partnered with would laugh at his terrible jokes, join in on the fun of belittling their targets. In some cases this mad couple would spray colourful, yet grotesque graffiti upon the walls of the shops and banks they stole from, usually in pinks, blues, reds, greens and purples. Catching the two of them proved tricky, as Bateman began investigating crime scenes that The Clown Thieves had made, they left no evidence and their thick disguises meant it was impossible for anyone to identify who they truly were behind the fancy dress. However as previously mentioned, they had built a gang across London, one that dressed like punks in frightening clown makeup, looking closer to that of warpaint. They often hung around the darkest streets of Camden at night, Bateman tracked a few of them down one cold evening in January. He drove around for a few hours before finding a few, he exited his black undercover police car and bravely entered the dark alleyway to confront them. Looking like some kind of comic book super hero, his features hidden in the dark, as he matched towards the gang leader, who was a huge man full of muscle and tattoos.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Criminal
Love Partners In Crime
Hayley Quilt & Joe Carr were like a modern day reincarnation of Bonnie & Clyde. They both met one night in Camdem, attending a showing of their favourite punk band, inside one of the best nightclubs in all of London. It was a crazy night when they first met, the moshers were absolutely head banging like crazy, soon there was a fight, as several rockers began throwing fists within the mosh pit that played out before the band on stage. The rockstars jamming their guitars, drums and bass noticed the epic battle and didn't stop to prevent this madness. In fact, they actively encouraged this hell, screaming; "get smashed, you fucking cunts!" The singer screamed, then the guitarist played the most epic solo anyone had ever heard. It even made a few fighters stop, just admire the sheer awesomeness of the guitar player's talent. More than anything, this so-called "song" was more of a fighting track you'd hear in a video game. It consisted of a lot of nonsense screaming, banging on the drums and maddening guitar chords, as the band just played away like monkeys starved for bananas! It was an absolute riot and Joe Carr was absolutely loving it. He was punching harder than anyone else, kicking faster than even the most seasoned smack heads. In the middle of this indoor riot, Hayley was struggling to defend herself against a huge bitch with a pierced nose and short blue hair. Joe Carr saw the younger woman named Hayley and jumped in to save her, like some kind of comic book super hero! He pulled the mad woman away from cute little Hayley, whose blonde ponytail had been pulled by the blue haired bitch. "You ok, darlin?!" Joe Carr said to her. "Nah, that bitch pulled my hair out, what a cunt!" "Yeah, I know!" Joe spat at the blue haired fleeing woman, who was now exiting the nightclub. "Glad she's gone!" Hayley laughed cutely, "I've never seen you around London before." "Name's Joe." He grinned, "how about you?" "Hayley Quilt!" She yelled over the loud as fuck music, "this band's the shit!" "Eh, they're not that bad!" Joe laughed. "No!" She chuckled, weakly punching his shoulder, "I said, they are THE shit!" "Ah..." Joe grinned, "I couldn't hear you proper!" "I gathered that, lad!" She kissed him! Just like that. He embraced her right there and then, squeezing her peachy ass and tits, pulling her in closer. She pulled away. "Let's get out of here!" She whispered seductively into his ear. He held her hand and together; they exited the insane mosh pit, walking outside into the chilly night. They cuddled each other as they walked back to his place, which to her relief wasn't too far from the nightclub they just left. Coincidentally they lived in the same council estate, only his apartment was much bigger and closer to town than hers, in other words; he had a nicer home. This only excited her more, as she began to slowly undress the moment they got into the living room. "Hold on girl, we ain't even got to the bedroom yet." Joe smirked. "Fuck me now!" She winked seductively and threw herself on top of him, they both fell back onto his living room sofa and began to kiss, lick and touch each other all over. She watched in pure ecstasy as he unzipped his black jeans, yanked off her pretty pink knickers and fucked her little cunt without protection, but she didn't mind. Oh no, she didn't mind at all, as he thrusted deeper and deeper, she screamed and moaned. "Oh god, f- fuck me harder, Joe!" She stuttered cutely, then Joe grinned and went all in. "FUCKING HELL!" She orgasmed, "don't stop, you fucking fuck boy!" She demanded upon feeling him pull away. He didn't say a word, instead he sucked her lips and licked his tongue against hers, the erotic thrill of having her breathing blocked while simultaneously being fucked up the pussy was beyond heavenly, it was heroin. Eventually he exploded inside her as she crawled into his back so hard it actually bled, it was the best sex any of them ever had. The next day, they both awoke in his bed, she kissed and cuddled him, but they didn't fuck again, not this time. No, this was just nice. To feel loved in such a dark, gritty world of poverty and roughness. "Can I..." She rolled away from him, shyly. "What is it?" Joe asked, reaching over to hold her, face to face. "Ah..." She sighed, "I still live my mam." "Fuck!" Joe gasped, "how old are you?!" "I'm twenty four, you twat!" She laughed in his face, "no, it's not like that... I meant, I can't afford my own place yet." "Oh..." Joe breathed a sigh of relief, "so, you want to stay here, is that it?" "Ye- yeah..." She stuttered a little. "Sure!" He chuckled, holding her lovingly. "Really?!" She almost screamed with excitement. "Why not?" He shrugged, "gets pretty lonely on my own like this... Besides you could help pay the rent!" "You cheeky sod!" She hit him with the pillow, "yeah all right, got to grow up some time, an I?" Just like that, she moved in with him, her mother didn't like the idea as she hadn't even met Joe yet. However, Hayley was her own woman and she could make her own damn decisions, so she stayed with him. They lived together in that little apartment for a year or two, but dreams of fame and fortune got into Hayley's mind. You see, there were two very popular reality shows set in London, both were about a bunch of posh twats from Essex and Chelsea. Joe always hated this trash, it was the rich showing off their fabulous life of unfathomable riches. It made him sick, when the rest of London was a dire shit hole, these elite assholes had two TV shows all about living the dream life nobody else could achieve. Hayley However was obsessed with the show, perhaps it wasn't the detestable wankers who starred in it that she liked, but the idea of unlimited wealth and living in mansions, going on holiday to places like Miami or Los Angeles for the weekend. She wanted that rich life, so did Joe, so did every working class wage slave, who had to get up six in the morning everyday to lose their soul in a warehouse or office somewhere. In the early days of Hayley & Joe's relationship, he could afford to wine and dine her every weekend. That was before 2020 though, because during and after COVID-19, the British economy went down the shitter! So in 2022 they both had enough of living paycheck to paycheck, watching videos online of millionaires dancing like peacocks, while they drowned in their own debt. They had both lost their old jobs during the pandemic and gotten new ones that sucked donkey dick! Life was raining down upon and they remembered how rebellious they used to be when they first met. Two punks who loved chaos. It was time to return to that. Because life had fucked them over, they decided to fuck shit up! Their first robbery was a gas station on Halloween night of 2022, they planned on walking into the place dressed up for the holiday, only to hold up the cashier with two bb-guns that had been painted a metallic black so they both looked real. Joe Carr was dressed in a purple smart suit, with green hair and white clown make up. Hayley Quilt dressed like a Harlequin with a red and blue dress, her hair was spilt into two pigtails where the left one was dyed red and the right one was dyed blue, to match her dress, she also wore similar face paint to Joe. They arrived in Joe's red muscle car, it was an old banger that he didn't mind wrecking if the police chased them. They arrived at the gas station exiting Camden like normal, Joe got out to refuel the vehicle, then Hayley joined him as he walked into the shop to pay for their fuel. Only, instead of paying for gas, they both pulled out their bb-guns (that were shaped like pistols) at the Indian cashier. "Open the cash register!" Joe screamed at the poor old man behind the counter. "Please!" The man begged, "this gas station is all I ha-" But Joe slammed the butt of his pistol in the poor cashier's eye. The bb-gun was made of diecast metal, so it felt real and heavy enough to be real. "Open it, old man!" Hayley roared at him, cocking her pretend gun. "Ok!" The cashier cried, opening the till and emptying it out onto the counter. Hayley aimed her gun at the scared cashier's head, while Joe packed the money into the spare canvas bag he had brought in with him. "Let's go!" Joe said, then he and Hayley fled the gas station, as Hayley turned to look inside the shop, she could see the cashier calling the police on his mobile phone through the building's window. "He's calling the cops!" Hayley turned to head back in the shop, but Joe grabbed her. "They'll be coming anyway, let's go!" He screamed, pulling her back into the red car with him. In an instant, he ignited the vehicle and off they went! Soon a police chase ensued, but it was only one police car. "Just like in the video games!" Joe laughed. "What?!" Hayley gasped, turning in her seat, to watch the pursuing police vehicle behind them, sirens roaring loudly. "They only sent one copper, I should be able to outmanoeuvre the cunt!" Joe replied. "How is this anything like a video game?!" Hayley yelled over the sounds of getaway music blasting from Joe's car radio, she shut the tunes off with a slap upon the dial. "Hey!" Joe frowned. "Why are you playing that dubstep shit, when the pigs are in our backs!" "Classic getaway music babe!" Joe Carr grinned, looking like some manic clown in his Halloween face paint. "This isn't one of your bloody games, Joe!" Hayley cried, watching in terror as the police gained on them, "This is real, this is really happening!" She panicked. "Shoot them!" Joe barked. "They're bb-guns!" She whined. "So, the police don't know that!" Joe grinned, "maybe they'll back off?" He suggested, "see what happens if you aim the gun out the car window." "O- ok!" She stuttered, climbing half way out the window and aiming her gun at the police cruiser behind them. "Drop the gun!" The police woman in the passenger seat screamed through the police radio's speakers. "They're not backing off!" Hayley replied. "Shoot their windshield!" Joe ordered. "But it's not a real gun!" "It has metal pellets!" He screamed, "they'll panic and crash into a ditch, just try it!" "Ok!" She winced, firing the pistol at the police car's front window, the police man driving flinched and spun his wheel away, swerving the car into a nearby building. "I- I- I did it!" Hayley cheered. "See, I told you!" Joe laughed, racing the car faster the moment she climbed back inside the passenger seat. They successfully escaped the police and it was very exciting and thrilling. They loved it and fucked in the car the moment they parked. Eventually Joe dumped the car into the river Thames, it was heartbreaking, but necessary to avoid the law. They changed from their Halloween costumes and into casual clothes, hiding their stolen money in big thick coats. Altogether they stole around £200 from the cash register, it wasn't a lot, but it beat working half a week for the same amount of cash. The thrill of it was what excited them most, although ditching Joe's only car made the whole thing worse than pointless. They honestly thought they'd make a lot more from that shop robbery. "We should've asked him to open the vault!" Hayley slapped her forehead, "that's where all the real money was." "Yeah, we just got the chump change and now I have no car to boot!" Joe stressed, "what were we thinking?!" "Well..." Hayley pulled that mischievous, sexy smirk he loved so much, "we'll just have to rob from more people..." "Maybe... Hijack a nice new car while I'm at it too!" Joe added, with a grin. So of course, the couple robbed another gas station a few weeks later, this time escaping in a stolen car that Joe had previously hotwired. They still wore the Halloween costumes from their first robbery, giving them their signature green haired clown and Harlequin look. Nobody could tell who they really were under all that face paint and fancy dress, it was the perfect disguise. They were nicknamed the clown thieves, a silly rumour that was often mocked, until you were held up at gun point by them. Eventually they robbed banks, with a whole crew of colourfully dressed thugs. They became legends, soon seasoned Detectives would begin to look into them.
By Joseph Roy Wright2 years ago in Criminal
The Willow Creek Murders . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The fog clung to Willow Creek like a shroud, obscuring the quaint cottages and the rolling hills beyond. Anya Petrova, her breath misting in the frigid air, shivered as she stepped out of the unmarked police car. London, with its vibrant chaos, felt a million miles away. Here, an eerie silence reigned, broken only by the mournful coo of a dove.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Criminal
The Iron Fist's Reckoning
In the underbelly of New York City, amidst the smoky haze of dimly lit bars and the echo of distant sirens, lived Vito “Iron Fist” Marchello. Born into a world steeped in crime, Vito embraced the harsh reality of his surroundings, rising through the ranks of the Marchello crime family with unmatched audacity and ferocity.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Criminal
7 Brutal Films That Are A Must-Watch
Cinema has the power to move us, provoke thought, and often, challenge our perceptions of the world. Some films delve into the rawest aspects of humanity, exploring pain, resilience, and the darker corners of existence. These are not light watches, but their impact is undeniable. Here are seven brutal films that are essential viewing for those who appreciate the unflinching art of storytelling. 1. "Requiem for a Dream" (2000)
By INFO INSIDER 2 years ago in Criminal
Delivering Death. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The rain lashed against the windows of the small apartment, mirroring the storm brewing inside Maria. Another late delivery, another meager tip, another day closer to the abyss. Exhaustion gnawed at her, her body aching, her spirit weary. Carlos, her husband, sat slumped on the couch, the television flickering, a constant reminder of their dwindling financial reserves. Unemployment had taken its toll, his frustration simmering into a dangerous resentment.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Criminal
