1001 Writing Prompts About Crime - Commaful Storytelling Blog

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From cozy mystery and legal thriller to police procedural and modern PI, crime fiction has a long list of sub-genres for writers to choose from. This is essentially a good thing since it gives your imagination the opportunity to run wild, however if you are the kind of person who gets overwhelmed when presented with too many options you might be in trouble.

Enter writing prompts.

Whether it is a paragraph, short sentence, or phrase, an effective writer should be able to help a writer zone in a topic he or she is most interested in, so that he or she would not get distracted or distracted.

Below are crime fiction writings prompts for any sub-genre. You may use them as inspiration for your next short story or novel.

But inside of prison there was not a single day that he was not approached by the guards or the other prisoners. Everyone wanted something from him.
This psychopathic serial killer had been committing murders since he was a teenager.
He was the best because his mom had been the best. He had seen the one person he loved most in the world gunned down only weeks after bringing her home from the hospital and some people wondered now if he was trying to bring honor to her memory by being one of the best safecrackers on the east coast.
But inside of prison the other inmates looked to him for protection. He made sure that no one messed with the women, and offered protection to anyone who needed it.
However, now he had been arrested and it was because of her. He hated her for it. He would plot his revenge against her for taking his freedom.
As a teenager, her poor upbringing meant that her parents wanted her to be special. They moved from the tough inner city to the suburbs where they freed them from all the violence that life has to offer. This let her be a better look-out when she started working with her drug-dealing brother who didn’t know that she called the cops when she saw someone suspicious taking an unusual interest in their house.
She had taken it upon herself to find all of the cold cases that were thought to be hopeless and solve that there were some heinous people roaming the streets living quiet normal lives.
She was an ex-human trafficker turned FBI informant.
However, when he got out of prison he finally saw the consequences of life as a criminal and found that he liked what he saw.
“Anyone else talk to the FBI, they’ll suffer her fate,” was his warning to his next victim before he got shot down by police.
This man got so good at his “work” that the gang he worked for started paying him money just to “leave town” so as not to ruin their business.
She was bitter and broke and was a person who easily slipped into and out of different personalities every day.
A Japanese immigrant family owned an old and worn down butcher shop. Overall it wasn’t doing great financially but it stayed afloat.
He had only attended one funeral in his life, and that was for his younger brother. It was a cemetery, and even then he hadn’t actually gone inside. He just sat outside in the car that dropped off members of his family out front.
He was one of the most famous heist men in the United States. No bank was able to keep from being robbed, and his team had never been caught.
He lived with the demons of his victims on his shoulders and he swore that he would never make another mistake again. He would be better this time.
He never trusted a client and always made sure that they would wind up working for him instead of the other way around.
A promotion within the organization is reliant on his next big score.
She was the best in the world at what she did, even her more experienced criminal acquaintances wondered where this young girl learned a skill set that would easily equal anyone older than twenty years in this business.
She was very comfortable around the criminal underworld because she was known as a lover of crimes.
A scientist had to use every skill she possessed to escape from an abandoned research facility where she had been captured and kept hostage by one of her own creations.
From a young age, the man who let the man who would go on to plan one of the most infamous bank robberies of all time had always had something wrong with him somewhere.
He had read the paper that stated that an old enemy of his was being released. In the story, it mentioned a mechanic shop that was listed as his contact. This scared him to death because he knew that his old enemy was a very kinky man.
He was the lesser known member of one of the more well-known families of criminals. Some would call him a dirty cop. He knew people in all areas of the law enforcement spectrum and would gladly participate in most ways that would get him money.
When he pulled the trigger and killed the helpless man, he felt as close to the devil as he knew how to feel.
A Seedy Speakeasy with neon writing, gunshots in the air, and the sound of the piano music overwhelming all other sounds.
He had a fast-growing mob, but he didn’t get that way without making enemies almost as quickly. He had to watch his every move or he would end up aiming Italian cabbage rather than spraying bullets into his enemies.
She had been following them for two weeks hoping for the right time to strike. She knew she had been lucky to have “stumbled” upon him when he had been at the ATM withdrawal. Pretending to be with a man she had overheard talking about a crime that would take place a few days later.
His oldest child even went so far as to say that she wished her father were dead.
Between the drug imports and the weapon imports and the transportation of women and children in the super tankers, the money poured in and he couldn’t help but to crave more and more wealth.
In the months since his release from prison, he was the leader of his own small-time gang.
Notorious for calmly killing anyone who had the unfortunate luck of falling into his clutches, this person had learned how to act blank during these situations.
He balked at first, but this was a chance for greatness. Once this job was done, he figured, he would be set for life.
Now that he was in prison he saw no way out. Fear of being murdered by his fellow thugs plus a recent attempt on his life has led to him reflecting on his life.
Drugs and death seem to go hand in hand with this teenager. He began using drugs heavily when he started to delve deep into building websites for drug dealers. Somehow, he managed to string along his friends and his persona is taken at face value which helps him tremendously in continuing his addiction
When they found the body, the police were at first sure that it came from just another dead addict. When they called Jason he realized that something wasn’t marinating.
Anyone who didn’t show willing or incapable service to the mob was eliminated within a few days unless they showed potential as another one of the bosses men or women. She was having none of that since if she wanted to do something, she would do it herself.
The Mexican cartel he worked for could not produce as much meth as the American cartel that he worked alongside. Together, just the two of them had the entire world hooked on methamphetamines in about three years.
While on the most aggravating date of her life, she made up for the rotten evening by quickly breaking into her charming date’s apartment and robbing him, too.
He was a detective who believed in justice being honest and having nothing to do with revenge or personal gain for himself.
He was in the country to meet a money collector, but on the drive there they had hit a traffic jam, which gave him plenty of time to admire the way the man’s “cigarette” smoke floated around him.
She had never permanently killed before but she wasn’t the one who picked out the target. She wasn’t even supposed to be there during the murder but she couldn’t turn her back on the teens in the car.
Intending no harm, he goes out into the woods in Maine and starts to hear voices. He says that an alien species, stranded on earth, was contacting him and wanted help.
She made a plan to kidnap her sister. As part of this plan, she took a job as a school bus driver in order to gather information on the sister. While she was driving she noticed kids eating chocolate on the bus. She took note of what many of them were eating.
She was a senior citizen who counseled children with drug problems. She made sure that she called every client she had before her job turned her into an obsessive, grumpy pit bull who hated every person she came in contact with.
He was one of the deputy sheriffs that patrolled the southern part of their county.
She was living in a big city and caring for her children. No matter who came to take them away, she wouldn’t let that happen.
He got away with it for years. But what he didn’t know was that someone else was involved. Someone a lot closer to him than he realized…
However, his secret that not even his most trusted advisor knew was that he could fight and win.
Cartel violence escalating to new levels scares her so she disappears.
His face was a map of scar tissue. His hands were subtly twisted by being broken time and time again. His teeth were fake and had been given to him in exchange for loyalty. When he talked it looked like he could fit his tongue inside his cheeks and lug around a watermelon on his tongue. For some reason, he was one of the most respected men others went to for help.
She was an old woman who didn’t trust video cameras. She made sure that the dog she owned didn’t seem mean and would often take the dog to parks in order to keep an eye on the public.
In her teens she was mostly popular for the fact that she was a cheerleader and in her early twenties she was even more popular for the camera attention. She didn’t date any of the other football players because relationships with jocks were a bad idea, she wanted more. When the marriage to a rich old man fell through she was in debt. She owed a lot of money away to multiple people and the oldest debt she owed was to her ex-boyfriend. He had helped her by taking out the loans and promising to pay them off which she agreed to. He still calls her with a question about how things were going.
He wasn’t someone you could mess with. If you got on his wrong side you were likely going to have your livelihood torn away from you.
He was supposed to be on house arrest, forced to wear an ankle monitor at all times and never leave his apartment or they would send cops to arrest him.
Outside of prison, she was rumored to have been the lover of every person in the highest echelons of local and national politics. She stashed her stolen money almost everywhere because she was paranoid and she didn’t want the Feds to be able to control her through her wealth.
He made a questionable decision when he found himself in a bank during a hold-up. If he went to the police it would have cost him his life. Instead, he took them on and after he was released there were rumors that he had others killed if they found out about him being part of the robbery.
He needed the money. His wife tried to distract him with everything she could, but he needed the money, and this clearly would be the easiest way to get it.
His voice was soft and friendly, his face humble with bags under his eyes. Most men were nervous when they came face to face with him because they saw a weak man, but he was the last person anyone should cross because he was a giant with an evil heart.
The drug cartels destroyed my town!
A mild mannered woman who would transform into a ravenous monster on her dates with unsuspecting men.
However, what he didn’t know was there were many keen-minded ghosts that hunted him. All of them, in essence, came for blood.
She had recently been released from jail after being framed for a crime she had planned, but had never actually done.
She could fire a cocked, loaded gun at someone, yet she was nowhere near as deadly wielding a combat knife in her deft hands.
She finally decided to call it quits because she was caught doing things that she had insisted the Mob knew nothing about.
The most notorious troll of the popular online website called Confessions. Nobody was spared her slandering words and insults and all her targets reacted in their own ways. One of those targets would be her last.
However, behind those bars he was nothing but a scared child that was angry that his homeland was being destroyed for a few pieces of gold.
She comes from a family of detectives but decided that she wanted to use her acute ability to solve crimes with something besides the police. Now she is a master investigator and helps others figure out who they are looking at but with her money.
For years he was never caught, but then finally they found him at the scene where a small-time drug dealer was killed. Out on bail, he was back on the streets looking for another sucker to hook up with.
The boy stirred in the back plant, trying to roll over to get more comfortable. He was a thoughtless child, therefore nothing would ever be good enough for him, or so everyone thought.
Although food would be grossly overpriced on the turnpike, the Wireless Spa would be his best chance at finding a job.
After years of a successful business she throws it all away to start selling heroin.
She would spend the night in any one of her latest victims’ homes. Now she uses her own money to have her penthouse turned into her Dream Castle. Blueprints had already been submitted and approved. Before it was built however, she was finishing up her shopping for the night. She had one more stop. One of the stores she loved but also one that really pissed her off on the rare occasion that she would ever stop in. It was the kind of place that one had to go to for certain things, and anything else in that store you could go somewhere else and get a much better price.
He was not supposed to be there that day. He knew that whoever sent him a personal note saying that his mother was gravely ill was going to use the family connection to get the safe opened, but he couldn’t bear to say “no”. Something just never felt right about the note, yet he was still a known softy when it came to family.
He went from selling stolen bikes to running small get-togethers in the back of his liquor store that would bring in stolen goods.
She went from routine home break in to murdering people without breaking a sweat.
In his spare time, he was the world’s greatest behind the scenes hacker, who made bank as an allied foreign spy due to connections in all the right places.
A lot of bad things happen during wars. Sometimes nothing can be more horrifying than having to feel helpless when your power is being used on your fellow man.
She was hired to drive for a team of three criminals who needed someone to do the driving. After that she was supposed to stay clear of it and use the money for college.
Deep undercover agent was sent to infiltrate the entire organization from its starting points and to collect the information that would one day put the fraternity of criminals behind bars.
He didn’t know the contradiction in that thought, until he was on the ground with the bullet deep in his chest and the self-realization struck home. For years he lived for his own benefit, and those benefits all went away when he reached the end of the line.
After his wife was killed, he dedicated his life to protecting others and taking down criminals.
He would come to the town and cut the main water supply and leave as the helpless citizens panicked and blood began to flow.
His closest friends and business partners kept trying to convince him to back down on certain dealings and dealings with people. He simply would not listen though. He had sacrificed his own life in order for his siblings to have a better life. He was a loving husband and a caring father and he would do anything in order to provide for the two people who kept him going.
He got out of prison and went right back to what he did best–steal cars. Unfortunately, he would get caught again after this one because he never thought to change the plates on the car that he used to use for the crime and the cops just followed it back to his location.
At one time he had been a very wealthy man. He was in the right places at the right time and then some very bad things happened that cost him everything.
Deep in the lush jungle canopy this drug kingpin and his team were moving in the pot to their secret warehouse under the cover of night.
Usually he was trusted to do this sort of thing, but he knew right away that something was different about the merchandise he was being asked to transport.
Though she was worlds ahead in every other way, her eyes were failing her and she had to hold her beautiful face up inches away from the computer screen. Instead of having her eyes fixed and staying on top of things she resorted to tempting fate by accepting newer and bigger contracts that required her to travel farther than she ever had.
In order to save her marriage, her husband started taking a strong antidepressant. However, unlike the commercials their outlet had claimed they were, there were still severe after effects of the drug especially if he had a drink or two before taking an evening run.
During his time as a caped crusader he had started to lose his way and all those around him knew that this was the first step to the end of both the hero and the dark knight.
He really had a knack for connecting two seemingly unrelated things in the search for a diamond theft.
This one was simple. She was smarter than the average child. When other children her age were learning about their ABCs, she was learning how to subvert surveillance and computer surveillance to steal information and identities.
She was one of the best brokers on Wall Street. She thrived on the sophistication of the stock market and she never faltered when it came to placing bets on just about anything.
He had never meant to shoot the woman. Still, if he stayed quiet, he knew he would go to jail for a long time so he decided to run. After all, his motorcycle could get him to far away places a lot faster than any kind of police cruisers could.
She was known to have the first pair of hands in the state. She would do anything from minor transformations that required only a few hours of work to the most challenging tasks that lesser skin artists simply didn’t have the skill or knowledge to do.
He was well trained in karate, kung fu and several hand to hand martial arts.
She was tough, street smart and out for revenge. She figured the best way to get her due was to start small and just kill anyone who tried to screw her over.
His life outside his job involved drugs and parties that took a toll on his body but increased his attractiveness to the ladies.
A small group of kidnappers is offered a chance to steal a one million dollar boy if they are able to beat a series of obstacles throughout a series of challenges. If they are able to reach the end then they would be able to get the million dollars as well as complete immunity to their crimes.
Only eleven people on the planet knew that he was a walking biological weapon. Unfortunately, the people knew that other people would want to pay millions for his bounty.
She was the enforcer of their crew.
He had been the best soldier. He could kill the enemy even though their back was turned and he would often target the officers hoping that the rest of the troops would fall like a house of cards.
A senator was supposed to have his hookers line up for him at a local strip club. Instead, he was bludgeoned to death with one of their used flashlights.
He was born with a gift. He always knew just the right thing to say and could do anything with a mouse. Unfortunately, he was also the largest active drug dealer in his town.
She was supposed to be the one throwing him a party in her hometown to congratulate him on the birth of his sons and his acquisition of a new job. Instead she was outside of the abandoned church planning his death with the three men with whom her husband was doing business.
She was white. He was black. Men on both sides of the aisle know that they were perfect for one another. However, the man who got between them wasn’t.
The bank had sponsored a contest at the local college where the students had to create software that was used to run the security feeds for the bank. After the bank refused to honor the winner of the contest and pay him the promised prize money a friend of the winner organized a few dozen hackers to steal the money from the bank.
This tough-as-nails rapper could inspire teenagers into committing murder. That’s why the legend around MegaRapper states that he had conducted numerous murders to create this god-like aura.
His grandson had gone missing and it was his fault.
Using hacking skills she developed for the government agency she worked for she completely took down a child porn ring.
People in the city were giving the mayor an earful saying that everything he did was just to benefit himself at their expense. Although the Mayor would disagree professing that he was only trying to affect the change that he meant to bring about.
A group of newly orphaned children lost their parents to a serial killer and they could rest easy knowing that people could be properly punished for their crimes.
He came from the lowest of the low in his world and now he ruled over everything. What had made him so special, so different from others in his world? What had he done… what had he become… to make no one accept him again?
When she was born she was told that she would take over day-to-day operations of her father’s crime syndicate, known to many as The Mob.
It was all a business to him. Yes, the bloodbath, the fear, and the murder. He didn’t enjoy it, he didn’t like it, in the end, it was just something that had to be done if he was to stay on top.
Her latest job required high-tech equipment and sending secret signals. It also required her to lie to and manipulate her boss. Unfortunately, it was all for something potentially worth millions ended up being false lead and a waste of her own time and efforts. In the end it was just another job she had to do in order to keep her job. The trouble was she would have to live with being known as a failure and not as the high tech mercenary that she believed herself to be.
Inside prison, he was just a man trying to survive.
She was a teenage girl with a lot of insecurity beneath her bravado. In her own home she was keenly aware of the black eyes her father typically came home with from bars. On her good days she reflected on the times her mother wisely chased these enablers out before anything could happen at the kitchen table. However, these days were very few and far between.
She was known as the professional pickpocket that many consider to be a legend as far as thieves are concerned.
He was the former enforcer for the mob boss above and now that his boss was gone, Serena Donnelly would be going to war to try and claw her way up to the top spot.
Pure cut heroine was the only thing that would keep her from her panic attacks. Sometimes over the years she had been more addicted to the drug than she had been to the man that had introduced her to it.
However, his downfall occurred when he took on the wrong person in a bet over who could beat whom in a fixed MMA match.
Out of sight, out of mind, that was exactly how the American public wanted to keep this operative.
Her parents had called separate numbers when they were about to make their final meals. Because of this, her mother’s last request was that she get on a plane and find her father, while her father’s last request was that she stay inside and stay safe.
This highly respected politician has just been arrested for conspiracy to commit murder. There was not one bit of evidence to prove this secretary of state was somehow involved in the attack. All of the evidence had come from a woman he helped put in prison. The woman had turned on the man who helped put her away claiming that he had set up then former president for an attack that had nearly cost them everything.
The caller meant to die, but his daughter was her father’s executor.
She was the best friend of the modeling sensation and was the reason she stopped modeling. He couldn’t figure out why his BEST FRIEND had to ruin his livelihood.
He took a job to see if this bodyguard agency was as good they claimed to be. As it turned out, it was a front for his extortionist twin brother who set up this job specifically to force him to come to the surface.
All he really cared about in life was power, but more importantly he just wanted the respect of those in power.
Growing up, he always wanted to be a cop. When he was denied gun ownership in his neighborhood, he learned that a gun wasn’t his only means to fight criminals.
Something was deeply wrong. The good people of Southern England seemed to be falling into a blue funk and it all seemed to be connected to the largest casino in the country.
He had no real interest in the money – in fact, he didn’t care whether he lost it all in the end. He was just doing it to see how long he could get away with robbing a bank on a regular basis.
She could have been a psychologist, but she was much happier watching people throw away their money trying to figure out their heartache. It gave her comfort in watching others struggle.
In high school, he hardly ever walked home on his own and stayed out until hours late of his curfew. But the day he became seventeen, he swore off the criminal life and promised himself he was going to better himself.
His partner was convicted of a crime that he committed alone. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to turn in his former partner to get a lesser charge and a reduced sentence. He didn’t think he could lay it all on his partner and have the prosecutors believe him. Instead, he decided on copping a plea.
She was a killer. She would do anything that the highest bidder paid for. She was cold, calculating and oh so meticulous.
The last thing he remembered was his enemies showing up to try to take over his territory. He got beaten up pretty badly and had a concussion. It was obvious they had gotten the better of him.
After being injured at war, he worked in a factory for years until he decided to start stealing little things. One thing led to another and now he’s known as the master thief of New York.
He knew that this was to be his first big score but he didn’t know how many would lose their lives to bring this off.
She was a surgeon by day and working in a kitchen at night. Why may you ask? The old adage “The Soup Is Too Salty” was the hot new game for mob snitches to talk their way into places where they would never be caught.
Her father’s dying wish was for her to eliminate or murder their family enemies reeling in the immediate family that they have spent a lifetime taking care off.
The Russian part of an arrangement she had wasn’t supposed to have left the others to die, but that barely mattered.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
However, now he was stuck in a wheelchair due to the hit that was put out on him by a rival. His mind operated differently in this neighboring city and he has only two weeks to solve the case before someone else does.
He only had two friends. One was an older, highly religious, carpenter and the other was her. So when she came to him with a secret to tell him, he did what any good friend would do, he lied. Now, he is one of those captured and questioned by the brave men searching for her secret.
The serial killer’s last kill though put him behind bars. He felt as if he had devised the perfect plan to kill at least one more person, but it was not meant to be.
He was created to kill superheroes. Today he only kills for survival.
She had a smile that could light up a room, but you certainly wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of her temper.
He was a parent who walked in on something that no parent wants to ever see. He would become a vigilante who would take out those who decided that children were fair game in the war of drugs and guns that plagued cities everywhere.
This city made him the man he is today. They took him as a child and forced him to do their bidding. He told them that they could have dealt with him and he would do the work cheaply. Instead, they black mailed him into forcing him to do their dirty work for fear of being turned in and sent back out into the streets of the city.
While he had been arrested for drug smuggling multiple times, this time he got directly involved in a botched drug deal and found himself in a foreign prison unable to speak the language and unable to bribe his way out.
It was so much easier to steal cars when you look just like the valet.
While she worked as a waitress, it was also her job to swipe credit card numbers from the other customers. From these stolen numbers, she could easily decrypt the secret codes without losing the numbers. Although she started out as a waitress that needed the money, she quickly became a star employee in the organization who was on the fast-track to working directly with the mob boss.
She was the owner of the most iconic bar in town. She didn’t always like to interact with the customers or discuss details of the past, but mostly she just kept things clean.
Because of her beauty and drive, she quickly became one of the most popular business women on the western coast. Her company was everything and more. However, nobody knew about her illegal connections to human trafficking.
She was one of the highest paid, highest end prostitutes who also happened to be running a “touch money” business which provided safes for people not content with leaving lots of cash sitting around or who were worried about it disappearing.
After decades of being the tenuous wheelman in a group of ruthless white-collar criminals, she was left with little to nothing without getting arrested for her partners’ crimes.
This gun-toting murderer wasn’t supposed to kill anyone the night that he dropped his girlfriend off at the airport.
She played by the rules, but there was an entire section of the law dedicated to her thus far flawless evading of prison guards whenever she was placed behind bars.
All the things he needed to make the bomb were sitting right in front of him in some kind of inventory as if some kid on vacation had bought everything he would need for creating the most devastating weapon on the face of the planet. All he had to do was just do it. It would take some time for the most part, but it would also catapult him into the spotlight as the greatest terrorist of all time.
All she wanted was for her older sister to inherit her husband’s fortune. She had spent the last month drugging her sister and trying to kill her with MI6’s newest poison. The CIA wants her alive in order to question her, MI6 wants her dead for using MI6 resources to commit her crimes.
She was one of the most successful escorts in town. The sad truth about the business though, was that most of them loathed their jobs but none would dare quit because of the killer that made it his life’s purpose to punish those who decided to part ways with his service.
Believing he only had about a year left to live, he had decided to punish two people, one for something that they didn’t do and the other for what they did do.
Before she had embarked on her perilous journey, Lisa had just a few days before held a terrifying secret.
When you want stuff from the other side of the world, people are going to figure that it’s cheaper to try and steal it than buy it. Marge had made a career out of stopping people who had tried to do that.
When a man of his stature could not handle the stress of being the boss he put down his title and called in past debts he was owed. What he paid them with was not exactly going to make anyone forget that he had held such a high position.
I worked with the police to coordinate coverage so that she could go in there and get the evidence that we needed to get the child-labor crime ring that had been going on for so long shut down forever.
Ever since he had been in his teenage years he made it his duty to steal cars.
All his life he had known he was destined for something different. Something grander than the average life full of struggles and obstacles. When he was a young boy, his father had told him that he was destined to be a boxer.
His name was cursed in countless villages and towns, his face burned in the minds of mothers and wives.
Even if you knew all of the little steps, it would be nearly impossible to replicate the recipe for his homemade moonshine.
His poor education, big wad of money, and pregnant wife made for one unhappy hubby.
That terror had smothered within her satchel was potent in more than just the physical sense. Those pills held a secret, one that could destroy her, and eventually the entire narcotics squad of the police department.
He wasn’t a religious man but for some odd reason he believed that when he was ‘blessed’ that he needed to serve some sort of God.
But when he was locked up, he wanted nothing more than to be invisible, be just another one of the guys, become a “con boy” as the inside slang went.
When a deputy trainee working to solve the biggest murder case in history was murdered, it became a nightmare to find out what was going on. His former co-workers were all mixed up in something and it was time to find out.
When he was completely forthcoming with people, they found out that he was a drug addict and that they needed an intervention for him.
The riches he had stolen had bought all the nicer things possible. They had filled the large house with dozens of forgeries and the original works of fine art. He was practically untouchable because all he had to do if ever caught was say that it was all a misinterpretation of what had really happened.
A government contract operator at a covertly US military installation accidentally walks in on a murder. Because he ran away they frame him. After he’s convicted and given a life sentence without parole he is finally locked up and within a week he escapes. Utilizing his years of military background still fresh in his mind, he evades authorities everywhere.
She ran a Ritz Spa and they had recently lost a large amount of money and property thanks to a rival.
She wasn’t supposed to wake up from the coma she had suffered twenty years before that fateful hit-and-run, but she did…and now everything would never be the same again.
She could have been a loving mother, but nobody knew. All that everyone knew was that she had killed dozens of men in her lifetime…and they all deserved it.
It was his responsibility to make sure that the team could read each other and cover one another prior to executing a job.
He had gotten away with his crimes for a long time. Even when he was accused they could never pin him to the crime he had clearly committed evidenced by the fact that three other people had already been done for the felonies.
She was an elite hacker who would and could use her skills for good. During her time working with the government agency, she had made some mob enemies.
His friends wanted him to take the money and get out of the business.
The lengths he goes to are unheard of. He has kidnapped someone that is about to testify against him and even goes as far as hiring a famous psychiatrist to beat the information he desires out of the psychiatrist’s wife.
He would target the family of those who had killed his father and left his mother unrecognizable.
With the death of his wife by the hands of an angry patron during the robbery gone wrong, the last thing Nick wanted to do is return to the scene of the crime and face the man that had killed the only woman he had ever loved.
She did this for a living because she loved it. She also loved the fact that sometimes she could use her expert knowledge to get out of traffic tickets.
He was one of the most revered law enforcement officers in the country. He would take out child killers, drug lords, and suspected rapists without a hint of remorse or regret.
While he was a hail-fellow-well-met with his employees and immediate family, he was a small-minded person who could be as mean as people would let him be.
Some athletes scored points. Others won games. He steals.
He was a paranoid schizophrenic who lived well just off of running hits for the mafia. Behind every paranoid delusion there was a hint of reality to it, making it difficult for any of his enemies to simply ambush him.
When his wife was taken out by a drug overdose he felt like this was his chance to escape the lifestyle. In reality, the sole reason he became a member of the mob in the first place was to pay for his wife’s many, many medications.
This woman was determined to figure out whom the killer was that was currently targeting young prostitutes in an affluent section of the city.
She had once been able to get anything on anyone until she had made one mistake.
In his mind, he wasn’t like his competitors. He killed strictly to keep his business profitable. If he could make money, he wasn’t going to let nay-sayers stand in his way. If someone needed to go, they just needed to die.
On his day off he went to work at the local mechanic’s shop and worked on cars. When nobody was looking, he looked up his old partner’s number and made sure that if they were being watched, that they wouldn’t live to tell about it.
This detective had a number of whispers attached to her. Some people believe that she was hand-picked for her ability to solve crimes that couldn’t be cleanly explained. Others think she was the beneficiary of alcoholic conspiracy theories that caught onto her every move. No one really knew why she was promoted at the pace she was, but her mind was as keen as anyone had ever come across.
She was the detective who solved all of those strange blackmail cases that nobody could seem to tie up.
He specialized in sleight of hand robberies. Usually during his heists the thief only used his hands so that he was forced to escape the scene without a vehicle.
He controlled the black market and lost several important items in a heist attempt that he was sure was orchestrated by one of his own people.
She had been abandoned as a young girl before she and the other orphans were found and taken into foster care. She had risen through the ranks and finally became an agent with the FBI.
She had everything she could ever want or need within arm’s reach whenever she wanted. However, she was bored. There was too much going on in her life, and too much happening that she didn’t hear about. She didn’t know all the parties involved, but she was here to find out. If she didn’t act to protect her business or herself, she could be in big trouble.
But when she thought about him in prison, she felt a tinge of regret for not testifying sooner. It wouldn’t have changed much. He was always going to get life despite her testimony, but being behind bars for even longer would have been a tough pill to swallow for the both of them.
She hadn’t always wanted to work for the FBI. She used to be a researcher for the geology department of a natural sciences university. Things changed when she accidentally stumbled on to the big bad mafia of the southwest.
Robbing banks was more of a hobby for her than an occupation. She had a rather robust income through her husband’s incredibly profitable businesses, so it was really just a fun little thing she did in spare time.
Why was he in prison in the first place? It was because he didn’t have a car so it took the cops a lot longer to catch him. Not a very good murderer if you ask me.
She had seen it all growing up, and she had become accustomed to seeing her father murder people and getting away with it, but when the hit man her father hired kidnapped her and forced her to work in a brothel she thought her life was over.
He would always make sure to use deadly force if they were females and always mutilate the bodies after acquiring the items that he was looking for.
He loved his kids, but he liked his disasters better.
He had been incredibly good at getting away from the police the few times he had gotten caught after stealing.
Drunk driver. Drunk cop. In this real-life tragedy, everyone is over the limit and manages to live to see another day.
He was the bank’s top dog by working the most jobs, being the first in and the first out, and he happened to enjoy wiping the floors with the bank’s security.
The nation’s cities had broken out into a race war. The President used the military to intervene. Afterwards, martial law was declared and the liberal media was told in no uncertain terms that it was over.
His two partners in crime were working both ends, in other words, to try and figure out the same thing as him.
The mayor had been up to stuff that even shook the police department in town.
The miser could never spend a dime of his fortune; it would always seem to slide through his fingers.
With his brothers dead and out to avenge their deaths, he was leading a double-life of crime. He was by day an outer space soldier and by night, the most feared crime boss of all time.
He smashed a bat into the man’s face.
When he was a small child his father was killed. The Huns, the second largest motorcycle gang in the state were suspected of committing the heinous crime. He spent his childhood hating them.
On the outside he’s a degenerate gambler and a degenerate drinker. On the inside he’s a heavyweight who is feared for his speed.
She hated meeting with the other government officials as much as she hated the meetings with her husband.
It was supposed to be easy money, but it was not,even for someone who used to do these types of telemarketing scams when he was in high school. He had no idea that the bad guys would want to kill him in order to keep him quiet.
After getting caught in his last big heist, he is going to be sent to the military space station for two years. During that time he was going to have to crash there, learn the outer space trade and stay in shape.
This jurisdiction contained the most serial killers for its area and increased the fear of everyone living there because they had almost no ideas what would be the next target and that kept the fear factor in their lives very very prevalent and the sensationalism around each case continued to grow.
What was left of the man’s brother, forgotten in an implementation sinkhole. A job done right required burial to keep the cops away.
He was one of the last few bounty hunters in the country. These days there was more money made changing tires than making the rounds.
He was tough, wasn’t afraid of much, and always had a plan to make money. What he didn’t expect to find was a girl in the bathroom of a restaurant that he suspected had pretty deep pockets.
They call him “the skunk,” because he smokes to deaden the bad memories he lives with every day.
For her husband to die in cold blood can just be attributed to the idea that he must now chase the organ donor companies around and figure out which one of them sold the organs to the market and then putting the entire city into a shambles when it was finally discovered.
She had been determined since she was young that she was going to teach everyone that she wasn’t going to be the weak creation of normal humanity. She would use her body to police where others used guns, mace, and knives.
At a time when it seemed like he was destined to die behind bars he began trading out the only thing he had to get some favors. He turned over information on his friends to the Feds and was eventually set free.
She was a former Olympian who turned to crime when her husband died a very mysterious death.
She had almost been caught in the act after robbing the local bank. All of the money was in the trunk of her car, ready to be moved to the vault which she had rented. When her father had been in the room, her heart had dropped out of her chest.
What he believed in most was loyalty. You were either with him or you were not. When you were with him it meant that he was loyal to you as well, even when it was undeserving.
Tip top is an occupation. Would you like to know where to find one?
The banished princess had to claw his way out of poverty to protect his wife who he promised to spend eternity with…which meant until death.
The first boy she met lived down the street from her. He knew her and liked her right away. He had heard of some of the things she had done with the neighborhood boys, of course that was just a rumor going by.
The artist was his own biggest competition. Often, he would learn to do something better than anyone ever has done it before, and he would go on to create a larger and more intricate way of doing it.
Her childhood was full of abuse and struggle. As a teenager she was sent to foster care where the abuse continued and she was led to believe that no one was good enough for her except herself.
And just like any good mob boss, he only killed those who had outright betrayed him or his family. That was all in the past now and he just needed to find someone that he could send to collect some of the debt that they had accrued.
It was quite interesting that he was sitting there seeing the psychiatrist, and the psychiatrist was questioning him about his latest kill. In fact, this psychiatrist was trying to get a confession out of him by having him face the fact that maybe he was born to kill. He had known him his whole life.
She was beautiful, successful and intelligent but she never truly felt as though she had found love from the complete man.
But inside of prison there was a real outcast. He had severe anxiety attacks. He was a ticking time bomb of hate. He spent the hours lost in fantasies of floating through space drowning in radiation and staring at a hollowed Sun that was now a dead white dwarf. No one dared approach him. He was sentenced to die in prison.
He had a knack for picking locks when he was younger. One day he decided to pay a visit to his neighbor who had quite a bit of cash in her local bank branch. She quickly reminded him that he was underage and shouldn’t be on that side of town. She fired him on the spot and he was outraged by it.
Although she felt sorry for the young girls she procured, she knew what her other life bought her.
Inevitably, the romance builds even though she was a material witness and could be sent into the worst prison imaginable.
She never knew what was going to happen next.
She watched as her mother was murdered, and she saw how a monster that was in her father took joy over it.
Their latest drug shipment was intercepted by the DEA. Hoping to save his skin he recruited a local hacker to get into the system and hide any activity from the drug transaction.
When her “nocturnal” husband died she fearfully realized that she knew less about his nighttime affairs than she did about his daytime affairs. Did she want that to be secret forever?
But under this black exterior was a man that really wanted to be a decent man.
His family needed the life insurance payout to cover a crippling medical bill. His mugger wasn’t expecting company and the gunman took barely a moment to fire upon the vehicle, lodging the bullet in his chest, and killing him.
This cop was a ladies man. He could always get a girl to drop her panties after a lengthy conversation. In fact, it got so bad that when he was in uniform, he would chat women up while he was guarding crime scenes and exciting the documents he had to write down whatever happened.
Inside of prison he was as gentle and kind as a dove.
It’s easy to be angry and jealous of others, but when those feelings turn to motivation to harm, murder, and hate… Well, those are some very scary ideas.
She was dedicated to vanquishing the evil within people’s hearts by doing what good that she could do. She was hard and soft, black and white, yin and yang. She felt the emotions of all of the things she killed. The first time she slit a man’s throat, a shade of blood colored the color of this white dress.
He looked like a bumbling fool but his mind was like that of a chess master chess master.
She said that there was a secret world that existed just below the surface. This is where the Brotherhood of Night held power over the world of men.
Her marriage came in and out of existence due to her husband’s infidelity. His lovers had never been skilled in the arts of pleasing a woman the way that she was the queen bee in bed.
His cell was a typical government holding cell. It wasn’t a nice place, and there was no privacy. It was the reason that he was shocked to find a woman sitting in his cell when he’d awoken.
She was surprised that after killing her victim, she didn’t feel much at all. She couldn’t feel the chills of joy planning and executing the murder. It was almost as if the feeling of guilt died with him inside the room.
Inside prison he was almost as feared, sometimes even more so because he knew the layout of the prisons and how to manipulate them to not only help him stay inside longer but also to cause the maximum amount of destruction and chaos surrounding the guards and the other inmates.
It mattered not which side you loved. Which side you hated.
She wasn’t a child psychologist who liked children or anything. In fact, children that had gone to see her had told their parents after that she had tiny razor blades hidden in her fingers so she could cut them. She had also been known to smother children with her long black hair. Now, she was hired by a scathing divorce couple to figure out which one had abused their daughter. The child had been calling different “daddy” and “mommy” over and over again.
Toward the light were two men carrying a stretcher. And on it was a dead man. She was about to be given a piece of news. The man that she had been talking to on the phone was indeed dead. And they were about to bring him to where she was standing.
She never really made a name for herself. She was smart and effective, but she preferred to live under the cover of another life. Nobody really knew the secret that she was living, because they weren’t supposed to.
Now that he was behind bars, he had all the time to think about what he might have done differently in life.
Late in life this former C.I.A. agent became disillusioned with the government agency she worked for.
She was the friend of a man in need and she didn’t really think about actions that she was doing to help him. When she was caught, she knew what she would do to better her situation.
Now that he was in prison he was like a sitting duck waiting for someone to come along and swoop down and tear him apart.
He created a drink that would be sleazier and rougher than anything that was on the market.
His abilities to be able to decipher codes and crack safes gained him some renown in the criminal underground.
His wife had never been overly impressed with his underworld activities and now she wanted to get out from under the thumb of the crime bosses.
She worked basically in relative silence next to him one evening before he went in to work. The evidence was slowly making her a starving artist for the second time in her life.
She was ready for her comeback. She made a few financial moves over the past few months that would mean that she could retire from her life of crime for good. All she had to do was finish off one last job and all of her problems would be over. It was going to be pretty easy because the thieves were going for junk bonds.
What he did wasn’t right, but he was good at it and the backstabbing workplace he worked in didn’t exactly offer a lot of other career options with a brighter future.
He was the son of a powerful government leader and heir apparent to the throne himself.
He was serving his fourth consecutive life sentence, and the only guards that would approach his cell are the ones that were paid.
The murder took place during a brutal dust bowl. She was a young housewife who didn’t have much of a life before that particular moment. In her mind she wasn’t a murderer even though there was no denying that she was.
In a desperate attempt to make her own life better, she stole ruins from an archeological dig and unscrupulously sold them to private collectors. This would have gone on for years until she was forced to give up her life of moral ambiguity because she had a baby.
He was paid to hack into any computer and to steal everything from government secrets to bank account access codes. He had a knack for his job and was pivotal in several robbery enterprises.
He could break the strongest of men, women, and even children. Some people said that it didn’t matter how many times a star witness tried to change their testimony, they would never break Parlor’s grasp.
At a young age, she was already one of the best security experts that had ever existed. Even though she had never been caught doing what she liked to do best, since her exploits were only unveiled after the fact, everyone knew of her legendary status by the age of 30.
He made his first million by accident when his addictive personality took over and he purchased some type of drug online, filled out a few credit card scams and ended up starting his own enterprise.
Working inside an institution like a prison requires a wide variety of people. A small percentage were never meant to serve as correctional officers.
For years he had always been the one that got away with committing violent acts without having any repercussions, but when he discovers a bike in the midst of a storm and a small girl crying there, he begins to question what kind of person he truly is.
She was a female serial killer about to be released back into society. Her crimes had been heinous and cruel. The prosecutor of her case was out for blood on the inside.
He was part of a family that had been famous for their various crimes for generations.
He created a serum from the human body which required human neural components to remain active. Using pieces of kidnaped or murdered humans and injecting them with the serum he was able to create the most efficient zombie army that has ever lived.
He was a small town police officer who had moved to the city initially for better pay. However, he loved the mountains and missed them very much, so he often took off and went fishing near the river. However, that was the least of his worries. Someone was slowly killing off his fellow officers one by one.
However, inside prison he was a teacher who worked exclusively with inmates, sharing with them all of his worldly knowledge.
The burglar’s existence was simple. He walked into a home and stole everything that was valuable enough for someone to want and then he’d try to fence that stuff at pawn shops.
A con artist is working alone when a dishonest partner hires one of the top private investigators in the world to catch him red handed. Something smells….but it isn’t dog poop or fish brethren. It is cocaine residue that this Irish “Irish-American” knows he can capitalize on.
A psychic hired to help the police solve some of the most bizarre cases in the United States.
However, inside of prison is the place where he felt most at home.
He was a legend in his own time. Widower, mute and very sickly he was the last known Surgeon to commit murder on Affiliation/Communities. When he awoke he had a full life in front of him. Four wives, two sons and a daughter-in-law.
She loved the thrill that it brought her. It made her feel alive because she was the heart of a global cartel. Even though she was a woman, she found that all her partners were quite supportive because she was more than one of the guys.
He was one of the foremost researchers on how to infiltrate a country, a castle, a business, or anything else in order to steal their secrets or other precious items.
She was a former correctional officer who accepted bribes to look the other way as prisoners smuggled in illegal cell phones and drugs. She was finally caught during a prison brothel sting operation.
He had a habit of fleeing after committing crimes and for some reason every time his mug shots were taken by the prison/police photographers he always had a huge smile on.
She was hired by some rich guy to find the person who murdered his ex-wife. It was a problem with the guy because the ex-wife was actually his sister, but everyone thought they were married.
He wrote terrible poetry, and he wrote it anonymously. Crime was his thing, and that’s all he wrote about.
Inside of prison they only feared two other men. They feared the two men because when they were in the same room as him they had the means to kill him and get away with it.
She sometimes couldn’t even tell what she was lying to. The fever just wouldn’t go away and it got more and more intense until she had a revelation. She always switched them from the truth to a lie so that they were immediately believed. She would say what people always thought they wanted to hear.
Picks over several locks that he has scoped out for weeks leading up to his moonlight robbery.
He had always been drawn to the rush of adrenaline that came from landing the perfect theft and he’d been doing it since he was a teenager. It was an addiction and he had tried everything to get out of it but it only brought him back again and again.
He murdered crazy old men for a living. But caught him in the right moment and he might even spark a conversation about life and death.
However, through the harsh but effective teachings Foster could never get inside his head and convince him to make the right choices in life and so he was sentenced to life inside.
Berlin, Germany was his new starting point. It was time to truly make his mark.
The last thing he wanted to do was go back to his haunted childhood home. He figured the only way to be rid of this recurring nightmare would be to burn down the old house.
What the two were not counting on was someone other than the firm they were stealing from finding out that their million dollar sculpture had been stolen. No one had seen the view of the sculptures because it had been hoisted out at the top of the building. Their trick had worked and they had made off with a million dollars.
He was a cop who was bored. He knew almost everything that was going on because of his job. Most of the time, however, he would let the little things slip by and had a friend who would make sure he was caught in the act of something.
He felt disgustingly awkward as he approached a bank to carry out a heist that he decided to call Operation Blackout.
Her life was a dream she knew that she could never dream. What she did best was write about the people she created in her head. She was a fantasy world builder and it helped people escape into a fantasy land with magic and animal people instead of their own jaded reality.
She was tired of staying in this beautiful house with her stepfather that clearly still pined for her mother.
When his wife was infected with the deadly plague his father loved so much he kidnapped the cure and kept it for himself. Thankfully a small group of ninjas managed to steal the anti-toxin from him and the plague is saved for the world to enjoy.
She was being paid five-hundred thousand a year by her gang, but they knew she was dirty. They threw her a few more bones to make sure she was in their pocket, yet they knew that she was selling them to the two biggest gangs in her city.
On paper, he had an excellent, high powered, and very well paying job as a manager at a large firm. He went home at night to his family, wife, children, and lived the perfect guy life.
Everyone knew the reputation of the don. But what people didn’t know was that he had been wrongfully convicted when he was younger. He was just the scapegoat that everyone was after.
He was constantly worried that his employer would hand all of his information over to the police if anything ever happened to him.
He couldn’t tie shoelaces – his parents had said that if he became a gangster, criminals would think he was stupid. Instead he had been a mole for the police and often infiltrated the ranks of his tough yet untalented family members.
He had been broken by his past as a slave and had risen above. He had met a woman who had helped him realize that he did not have to be a prisoner confined by rules anymore.
An undercover agent was trying to bring him down. Big corporations employing him were trying to stop him. No matter what, she was going to make sure that he wouldn’t get to take any more jobs.
He put up a front of being a crazy old artist in the artist run community close to his home. He was trying to lay low from his life of crime. As far as people there knew, there was nothing hidden about his past.
She asked herself too many why’s. She loved them all equally. The fact that she had evolved while others hadn’t made her a hero or a villain depending on whose side you were on.
She often thought he was going to die alone. In fact, she had accepted this fate for him long ago. She just wondered if she would have a funeral for him because she wasn’t sure she wanted to see his face again.
She was hired by a church to investigate a questionable life insurance policy. Was the policy intentionally left empty and then filled a short time later? She had to risk her life to find out the truth.
It was all supposed to be a simple job. She had broken into buildings before, but this was the most prestigious place she had ever attempted to enter.
He had a collection of murders that he didn’t want to get caught up in and unfortunately, his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit that.
Getting out of crime just wasn’t easy. In fact, it was nearly impossible. That didn’t stop her from trying it though. Each time it was harder than the last.
When she found out about her twin sister’s child, it was the most confusing feeling that she had ever had to live with. The child was as much her sister’s as it was hers.
He would soon regret his decision to cross this person, a billionaire who had been responsible for his mother’s death.
She never grew up wanting to be a con artist. It just kind of happened. With what she had seen in her childhood and eventually becoming an orphan, she became pretty good at keeping secrets and just learning how to blend in with the most different types of people.
The cops always found loose ends. It was important to tie up ends. People could cause them a lot of trouble.
The bus driver had been shot in the head.
He’d give up his reproduction rights for a better cologne during his youth
The girl drove around town in expensive cars that she had stolen. It was never her intention to go to work some day and actually earn a wage to pay towards buying the things that she had to have. It would never have a chance to impress any future boyfriend either.
As the world started to become more and more digitized, this bad guy decided that he was going to take everything new on the market before it was released.
The only person she feared was the blonde haired woman that was going to kill her soon. The other girl was a police officer. Why was she really after her was a mystery.
He wasn’t kind but he wasn’t cruel, either.
She knew everything and everybody in the criminal underworld. However, she would never use her exceptional knowledge to get involved in the dealings of crime. Instead, she would manipulate the actions of criminals using her connections in the system.
His life of crime began one night when someone stole his lunch money when he was little. Later on, he would redeem himself from this devastating act by stealing enough saved funds that he had acquired over the last decades to build a group home for children without families.
No one saw her dropping that bomb on the floor until it blew up in her face.
When he had taken over the business, he found out that his uncle had re-incorporated it for some unknown reason. Since changing the business back to what it used to be, the business had gone through the roof.
Inside prison, he was a beast that all the other inmates stayed clear of. His poaching skills were backed up by years and years of fighting skills and he had not been beaten in a prison fight since his early twenties.
“Green” Kevin needs cash, just like any other guy. Normally he would take his gun and rob a few stores, only taking what he needed to become front page news. So instead, he begins working as a mole detective.
He didn’t hear it, but something in the darkness stirred. The sound of footsteps slowly approaching the bed.
A police officer’s wife, godmother, and closest friend was his informant.
He wore armor and was known to be so violent even other experienced criminals were fearful to cross paths with him.
She escaped slavery, made it north, and was now one of the best abolitionists of her time.
She did have an intellect and a fearlessness that often made her seem much older than she was, so her mother and her friends always expected her to do well in school and beyond.
This world-renown biologist was said to be able to mutate fruits and vegetables and cause them to grow just about anywhere else but where they are planted.
She was his psychiatrist but she really had secrets of her own. She wasn’t afraid of anything and she could win anyone over with how perky and frisky she could be.
This story begins at a very early point in his career when he is trying to get more organized on a professional basis.
He was a Vietnam Vet who had come back from the war an angry man. He traveled a lot around the world looking for trouble and getting away from the grief he was feeling. Inevitably, one of his escapades would land him in serious trouble in a foreign prison.
That he was already being investigated for helping a convicted felon escape from prison.
Just after she was released from prison she began her hunt for her killer. She wanted to meet him face to face and tell him what she did because of him.
His wife and son were supposed to be at the bottom of the lake in their small houseboat. He couldn’t make the arrangements. The man he had arranged to take care of it had come through and done it. However, at the last minute, the man decided to blackmail him. He wanted twice as much or he would tell the cops what he knew about the houseboat. Rather than pay, he just killed him. Or so he thought. The man only inconvenienced him only slightly, as it made it difficult for him to find a hiding place for his wife and child.
A serial killer who believed in the resurgence of Christopher Columbus’ works and values.
This high powered businesswoman was anything but subtle. Why bother when you have the power to bribe and blackmail not only your employees, but nearly anyone in your business world?
She had been watching her father from the age of five.
She got a chance to make history and her career in the foreign bureau when she covered Pinochet’s rise in power.
He thought his older brother would be happy if he was alive, but what he was was pissed off for the way he screwed up his own life and how everyone was afraid to come out for him because of his big brother.
His brother was the man behind the mask in this country. He travelled all over the world pretending to be a simple man with a simple job and he always appeared to have this casual connection to those who he was working with.
Both he and his victim were too terrified to speak their language so he had no difficulty sticking him in a trunk, speeding down the highway and somehow managing to only crash into someone else, but no one that would result in injury.
He had no idea who… or what was after him is all he knew for certain. All he knew was that it seemed to follow him no matter what his mission or what he was wearing.
She was young and she was wild. She loved spending money more than any sane person should. She loved the rush of seeing her skin glitter with new and shiny pieces of jewelry or clothing from her extensive collection.
The car that he drove was nicer than the one he had owned before he was convicted.
Inside of prison he was the most feared criminal inside, which means that he definitely belonged there. He had limited collateral damage skills so there wasn’t much for him to do behind bars besides pick fights with prisoners and guards each time they tried to beat him. He might have been the toughest man in prison but that didn’t mean he didn’t belong there. _
Once he retired he found remarriage hard. There were only so many days that you could go without finding something to be suspicious of and he found that his new wife took good care of him when she finally calmed down his insecurities.
He knew that he should’ve retired years ago with the millions that he had stolen and earned. But he just couldn’t get himself to do that.
This was the norm on her job. She would come up with brilliant, if not completely outrageous plans to rob people.
What if you knew something about someone that could get them killed?
After having run the same con dozens of times to extort money from his victims, it seemed as though the ladies had finally caught on to his sales family operated by his mother. This time, they had sent their youngest son to pay the payday loan shark a visit demanding that he never cheated them out of another dime.
She had to do everything in the book to make sure that she was the main character. It all paid off when they decided to actually focus on her.
The first half of his life he was trying to ‘fix’ the way that he was treated. The second half of his life, he vowed to do whatever it took to save the lives of his many children from himself.
What Should You Do Next?
After the Great War many people were scrambling to just survive. One group of people who were typically overlooked were the farmers. Big corporations made the most money off of them. Famished, no other option, he unleashed blackmail against the largest and most successful corporation who grew crops and sold them across the country. His demand? Get the people enough food to live on or their dirty secrets would be revealed.
Once active in his world of organized crime, what changed him around and inspired him?
He ended up in jail on a technicality that would cost the taxpayers plenty of money.
He didn’t care much about the consequences. He was a mercenary who, if he was good, didn’t care if it was wrong or right because his payment made it all okay in his head.
She knew that eventually her husband was going to find out that she cheated on him. In fact, the only way that will not happen is if he was dead.
And then one year he got caught for some stupid thing, like running a red light. The police impounded his car and that was when they found a gun under the mat on the back seat. The weapon wasn’t even on him! But simple possession automatically qualified him for a minimum twenty year sentence in federal prison.
She was just doing her job. The pay wasn’t much, but it was a job that ended up having a lot of perks if you were willing to go the necessary length.
She hated it. She hated all of it. The smell of cigarettes, the fear and the dirty clothes and being used was a never-ending nightmare of a lifestyle that she just cannot seem to shake.
She was a woman of the streets, living hard and fast and she would steal just about anything she could get her hands on.
She thought that her body was the one thing she always had control over. She would never have guessed that she would lose control of herself and become a serial killer.
They say that life has its ups and down, and if that is so then his life had more downs than any one could imagine. With his conviction, his life had taken yet another downward slump that could never be remedied.
She wasn’t mad that she had been fired from the bank. She was mad that the bank took everything that they owed her when she was fired and deducted it from her severance pay.
He longed to tell Detective Terry everything he knew about the connection between Dusty and Bianca’s deaths but knew it would never lead to anything but lifelong monitoring from his government handlers. Caruthers needed a life away from government control.
She worked in an understaffed office. This gave her a lot of time in the evenings to sit around and type notes and letters into her office computer. She was always taken over by a feeling of power and belonging when she was on and working a computer. One day she hacked into a college’s mainframe from home and she liked the feeling so much that she never went back to a ‘normal’ job.
He got his first break when he was asked to orchestrate a hit on a rival, who just so happened to be an FBI agent.
She had a dwindling tolerance for men’s impure thoughts.
A series of murders is being blamed on this vampire serial killer.
But prison was another story. After spending four years behind bars he found himself in the one prison in the country that housed both the worst of the worst and the worst of the not so bad.
However, in prison he was an anonymous and lonely soul who could never quite accept that he was there for the rest of his life.
She worked in a secret administrative office of government facilities, but nobody knew that her job and her position allowed her access to information that was not accessible by most people, like the president.
He knew only a few things. These tools of persuasion, the victims of his crimes, and a deep-seeded hatred for anyone who got in the way of his schemes, reputation, or collections.
Before he was attacked, he was part of this MMO team that was trying to make the biggest in-game cash shop of all time.
He faked his death because he was tired of being the leader of the mutiny and he needed to get away from factions that threatened his new line of power and doings.
His anger gave him strength and motivation.
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She always hated school when she was young and had a lot of health problems so she spent most of her time getting her old school books and helping out her father with his job where he installed and repaired the old city’s computers.
All he ever wanted to be was the champion of the world. The problem was he was in a wheelchair and his legs had been paralyzed on one of his many tours of duty.
Her husband had started getting way too many injuries from playing football that his sprain or strained muscles were healing almost immediately and his broken bones were snapping back into place. She wondered what he had been told before the previous games and during halftime talk. She just hoped that it wasn’t steroid injections or something of the sort.
Norbert had been a curtain call to his drug dealing who had watched a couple of his drug mules get pulled over and sent to the prison waiting room to even find out that they were going to see Norbert.
He didn’t necessarily look like a bad person. Maybe it was his white button-up shirt and his mouse-brown hair. It was as if he didn’t fit the archetype of a criminal. That caused people to trust him that much more. He always took advantage of this.
He was a wet-behind-the-ears rookie FBI agent whose dream was to be a part of the dark side of law enforcement.
She grew up in Afghanistan and war was the only thing she had known.
She was the type to get paid in cash and she was also the type to clear out what she owed immediately. She took pleasure in avoiding as much utility usage as possible and soon she learned why it was so important to do so.
Connie Bailey was happily married to her husband, Steve for almost two decades. When Connie accidentally found out that Steven had been cheating on her she was downright crushed and she knew she had to get revenge, but how could she possibly do it on such short notice?
She was tall for a girl and she was determined not to be pushed around by anyone. When she had just turned 18 years old she had run away from home to get away from all of the abuse. She eventually ran into a violent man who molded her into a hard hitting but beautiful woman.
After being released from prison the hitman decided to start taking freelance work.
He was only as successful as he was because he was a rat for the police department.
While on-duty the undercover cop had a change of heart. It made him sick to his stomach knowing that it was his job to kidnap and torture young women. A pretty brunette told him who to contact if he wanted to help her.
That whole prison thing was supposed to be nothing more than just a brief set back for him.
She was good looking, witty, and intelligent. Each night she waited for him in a tree outside his bedroom or a hidden spot near his school, and he loved her for it.
He had been running con after con and though he was supposed to have died in a ferry accident a few years prior, he was actually alive and just about to pull off the biggest con of his life.
She loved Halloween – not for trick-or-treating but for the face-paint. She, along with another troubled youth, had been arrested for over a hundred burglaries over the past four years.
But inside prison he was nothing but another man being held against his will.
She had seen him many times in her family’s restaurant in the past but she never talked to him. She didn’t know anything about him. She was gobsmacked when she learned that he was wanted for murder and other various crimes.
She wasn’t supposed to be witness to an argument between a young, hotheaded mobster on his last job before he entered the Witness Protection Program, and the elderly proprietor of the bar they were in. But she did, and he killed his boss for the hundredth time, and showed no remorse. You will only get her side of the story.
His name was given to him because his skin was dark and he often robbed from dark alleys.
However, inside of prison no one was afraid of him.
She lost her wife to cancer not long ago. He had lost his husband and he swore he was going to do anything and everything he could to make those that had killed the man that he loved pay for it.
He was molested by his stepfather when he was a child. One day the stepfather got drunk and was driving carelessly. The stepfather died in a car crash, but the main character was able to remove the license plates. The event altered him. Now he got revenge on all the world’s bad citizens.
An accomplished detective with a tarnished past.
But, in a way, he was still a frustrated little boy who missed his mom and was so fed up with his father that he was willing to do whatever it took to get away.
When he was inside of prison he was one of the most liked and beloved inmates in existence. Why was he capable of all of this? Maybe you can figure it out.
It wasn’t hard to figure out who the killer was. In fact, the real question for many was how the person had gotten into and then out of the locked room.
He didn’t care who went against the system when he was able to make his dirty money into clean money.
One day while he was out on the boat he found a chest buried in the sand. He took it back to his cabin and when he opened it he discovered row after row of gold doubloons.
Growing up in a rough part of an inner city and with little chance for success, this man turned to selling drugs as a way to release his frustration. The more of an outcast he became, the easier the drug dealing became. As he progressed, he realized that he had a talent at organizing the operations he had established.
This nimble little man had no regrets about robbing from the rich to give to the poor. He believed in giving everyone a shot.
Something about this character stirs pity and also a sense of gentleness when those around her have a chance to really get to know her past.
It was very impressive for someone of his abilities to have escaped for so long from a direct threat who was determined to make sure they couldn’t get out of prison.
Although she had only been arrested once it was actually her brother that was the first born child who had started the fight by bragging about his fighting abilities.
In his line of work as a drug lord, he was one of the most prolific men on the business side of the organization. That would extend from the manufacturing and set up of the crib, to the planning in how to smuggle it into the country.
Outside of who he was inside of prison, he was a kind, gentle man who enjoyed what he did for a living and didn’t ever feel like didn’t deserve his reputation.
This was definitely not the life he had originally imagined, but he kept doing what he was told because he loved his family.
One day, he was just an average man with a job. The next, he was connected with organ traffickers and bankers that were using his bank accounts for their dirty dealings.
She was one of the top neurosurgeons in the country and definitely lived up to the expectations of her education and the money she made.
All of her clothes were now stolen. After every successful heist, she would visit large thrift shops to look for unique things that weren’t sold in most stores. Her favorite shop didn’t even accept cash, but depended on honest trade.
Although having a minor in criminal justice, Amanda doesn’t know why she has an insane need to know how criminals think.
The same man that worked for mob boss Winters had turned into a rat when he was arrested for drunk driving.
She had no idea why her family was involved with crime. She decided to walk the straight and narrow the moment she was done with this last crime.
Rather than continue to kill defenseless targets Jessica had decided to put the mob boss out of commission. He got off too easily for what she saw.
She moved with customary eerie silence that seemed almost supernatural. She could leap from tree to tree without noise or disturbance. She never left tire tracks or fingerprints. No one ever knew she was there until the last moment and even then they didn’t know what had killed them, only that they had been beaten up by a ghost or some foul creature from folklore.
He was the best bartender on the planet. If he were to take a shot of whiskey time after time because of his bad day, it didn’t mean anything and it certainly didn’t mean that he would drink until he was sloshed. He had a system.
She was walking through the hallway to her bedroom, when she felt a small man pick her pocket as she walked. She felt angrily towards herself, as she had always been very careful only to take things that she needed
When she was little, she wanted, more than anything, to be a Princess. With that long blonde hair and those piercing green eyes, she had captured the attention of the Prince of this small castle, who promptly asked her to marry him. Their mother’s were against it from the start because they knew that the Princess was too unique and didn’t like to follow any rules.
She was always successful in business and especially enjoyed taking people’s money from them by swindling them.
The police would never believe that the truck driver had only just managed to push the tiny escape car off the side of the road because he had been called to tell him that his girlfriend had just been in an accident.
He was the best hitman that had ever existed. He was so good that his name was the only name that had been known to all hitmen. The one who has been taken in had gunned down the hitman.
There was a feral gleam in his eyes and a smile surely meant for those on the edge of terror and panic. They would give him all kinds of trouble as soon as they saw the look on his face.
Joanne was a former combat medic for her nation’s special forces. She had been recruited to a private security company after she left the military as a somewhat disgruntled veteran.
When he was in prison he was almost unrecognizable. No one could imagine that this broken man who was doing everything in his power to get out of prison as fast as possible would become the most feared crime boss in existence the second he regained his freedom.
Life after death had done whatever it could to shake him down. Body parts missing. Billions of dollars lost. He had become an attention whore on crack.
An artist who was suspected of doing something unique with his creations and a potential crime that someone could have easily pinned on the artist and his wife.
But in prison he was just a number.
However, when he chose to go into a very respectable profession people started to lose respect for him.
She was a dragon…Born and raised to be a member of the family she did whatever was necessary to keep the streets clear of criminals until one day a young cat burglar from another turf managed to blindside her.
He was a cop and his beat took him down the seediest of roads. These roads were filled with prostitutes who loved to be freaked out but also loved to tell their stories.
His grey eyes betrayed his anger. Of all the presents he loved most, he spent years accumulating, this might be the one thing that made him feel most special. Any remorse he should have felt was quickly lost. He was convinced that the green notebook belonged to him.
He wanted to get out of this little town he had been living in and thought he could be something more, so he went into a pharmacy wielding a paintball gun.
She couldn’t hold a job down for more than a few months. In a matter of fact, she probably only held one job over the course of her lifetime. However, in the underworld she was one of the most brilliant masterminds of her day. Her smooth talking abilities allowed her to keep a minimum number of her workers from the police. In the past she’d only been arrested once. Truth be told it still rankled her mind that she’d be brought up on charges for economic espionage. It had clearly been a set-up so as to paint her in a bad light. She vowed that one day she’d get that cop and that FBI agent what they had coming for her.
She was an independently wealthy young woman whose interest in heists was the only thing that remotely tied her to the rest of her family.
Buzz’ was his nickname because he was always in a rage. No one took him seriously until he had already made his move. But, as it turns out, sometimes violence was the only way to solve problems.
He should have gone by the moniker of ‘Handy’ instead. He was the best pick-pocket that the streets had ever seen.
No one could ever touch him. At least that’s what they said when it came to his mob in town. No one would dare betray him and risk the wrath of his strange triangle policy. The only snag about his so-called “policy” was that each day was dubbed with suspicion that he would order their demise. The second snag about his rule was that he was having an affair behind the back of his wife. No one knew, except her, that his influential mob baron status was anything but true.
She no longer considered herself his wife…she considered herself his manager.
He had everything. A successful career, an expensive house, a wife that loved him. What he didn’t have was self-control.
She was a female Montgomery Burns, looking to be the most beautiful woman in the world and willing to do whatever it took to accomplish her goals.
The man hated bikes, always had. Not having a bike of his own didn’t seem to stop him from becoming notorious among bikers for both driving by people who were in groups and loudly ‘complaining’ about their loud music as well as running them off the road. He wrecked a number of bikes in his never-ending quest for quiet. His prize possession was just that of a Harley Davidson but one that had constantly been in the shop getting ‘fixed’ or ‘adjusted.’
While her parents had taught her the ins and outs of burglaries and thefts, she would learn the tricks of the trade from others she met along the way.
He was a very practical man, and he was very interested in the digital ledger that Bitcoin had created. This had great potential for work, but he would need to somehow deal with the digital underground.
He was great at creating identities and his name was known to everyone in the international art circles as he lusted after all things.
Her life was pretty wild. She was the trophy wife of the mob boss. Of course, when she got up on the stand she was going to have to lie her way into that description and back into her home life.
Everything in his life was going the right way. He was a successful hit man and he had clean, used a couple of different guns to kill each victim.
“The Ninja of Death” typically worked for people who wanted to cause pain, strife and chaos. As well as acted as a hand to hand hitman. He often stole information of all shapes and forms to help with his contracts. Either from government records or nearby a certain person. She was short looking and wore a face-obscuring helmet that most people just thought of as crazy but to her allies it was a means to eliminate being hunted down while her work was done.
The biggest drug distributors in the city had their identities exposed by an informant. They wanted to get their informant and get rid of him. They knew that they had to kill him before he slipped again…The only problem is that they never caught him that time around. They never had any information on when or where he lived outside the office, so now they had to act fast before he ruined the business again.
Awakened in prison under a very powerful drug, he finds that bath salts aren’t just a bathing luxury. Some wicked weird creatures are magically coming out of his skin.
There was no seemingly end to the woman’s ability to hide bodies accurately and with little to no evidence left behind.
While researching old crime stories, a student decides to do a sociological study on current famous felons. During her journey, she realizes that some of the techniques criminals use are often eerily similar to the ones she’s researching about during the olden times.
The Mob had a nasty habit of forcing their targets into agreeing with Mob rule. If he was caught he knew it wouldn’t be one of his men that would kill him for betraying them.
It was a motel room like all the others at this chain, but today the woman heard a girl scream for help inside.
Some people said that she was born lucky while others said that she won the lottery. She couldn’t argue either since they were both right and wrong. That luck is what got her into the underground gambling ring where she worked. She was good at her job. She was so good, in fact, that one of the ring’s biggest competitors asked her boss to make her his bargaining chip.
Ask for volunteers to sit at one table, and then choose topics from each column to make a highly unusual character trait.
Anytime he used up all weeks of pay, the debt and supposed respect he had to show to the loan shark was even worse than receiving a beating himself from the people whose money he had used up.
He was very wary of paying anyone off because he was paranoid of everyone. People had tried extorting him before, and it wasn’t pretty. Now he was rich, and that made him walk in money.
From flipping burgers to life in prison was quite a jump. At least that is what he thought that children were like inside the house.
When all of his daughters marry drug lords and it causes an immense amount of grief in his family life, he quits the business.
He was paid late at night to deliver all the big drug organization’s products to everybody. This wasn’t including the payload he picked up on his own each week.
When everything is finally starting to fade away, your family, friends, lovers, memories… The police are issued a search warrant for your home. The chief of police reads through it and says, “Female, brunette, early thirties, her body was found-“
He was charged with first-degree murder.
Two runaways had become really close. When Maria began to talk about killing the father of her unborn child, it became apparent that it had been a plan for a while.
His instincts were impeccable. He knew when things were going to happen before they did.
She had been dishonest with everybody in her life and she had been dishonest about being a witch. You had to be to survive and she had certainly lived a charmed life.
Now that he was in prison he was the most feared simply because he was the biggest man in prison.
She thought that she had a normal life, but there was something wrong. She was seeing dragons while she was awake. She knew there was something to these hallucinations, but she had no one to trust.
Wall Street deals went south, and he wanted no parts in it.
As a man in prison, this guy had learned a lot of skills. He had worked on the vehicle fleet of the prison and when he was finally released, he spruced up an old car and cruised the streets of the town that screwed him for all of his drugs and earnings.
Her partner had been murdered because of an exact amount of information that she had stolen from them. It was true that she did do it, but she had given that information to her partner at gunpoint. Now she was on the run from mob bosses and everyone who considered this huge betrayal a death sentence.
When people thought of Texas real estate agents, they typically thought of a smiling, sunshiny homeowner. If that’s what they were thinking, they were wrong. They may have been real estate agents, but they were the bad kind.
CP25 was always after the most sophisticated pioneer of advanced cyber technology, bringing him to justice every time they tried to break into his household.
When the world discovered her hacking talent, she was taken on by a giant brokerage house and offered a lavish lifestyle thanks to the money she was making for the firm. But then everything changed when the brokerage house started doing some checking of its own when she showed up at the office completely drunk one morning.
He had accidentally blacked out while driving his car and then he had woken up in the back seat wrapped in duct tape. He knew that something was not right and when he gained back control of his body, he knew that he had to run.
The flu that quickly swept around the country had stopped the production of a compound that could help extinguish all kinds of flames. Now the fire departments were powerless to save lives and property. Time was running out and there was nothing they could do.
Her mind was as inquisitive as her writing. She used her brain to get herself out of impossible situations.
Or maybe he was simply one of the most powerful people in the criminal underworld.
He knew that other people trusted him. He used that trust to steal information from them and sell them back to the highest bidder.
Just a lot of hot, whispering breath over his ears was enough to send chills through his spine.
One of the most renowned art thieves in the world sat at a bar. drowning his sorrows in alcohol, as he already knew what would happen later that evening within the auction houses and galleries.
A man has a set of rules that he lives his life by, including never to go after someone’s daughter, but after hearing that this girl is the most beautiful girl of the city things change.
After the death of her dear old grandmother, Sandy was introduced to the occult. She quickly learned all she could, but she lied to her family about being a part of it, only doing research online. To help things along, she called herself Cynthia.
He was the best at what he did. Period. Throughout his years in his line of work, he had never double-crossed someone or failed to get the job done. After a recent job, he was a changed man. He had to do one more job, but this time he was determined to get out of the line of work and never look back.
She’d found a secret that would shake the police and law enforcement to its core. Someone was getting away with the perfect crime. She was going to stop them. She just wishes she had more information, so she could point them out.
This man had just married his Mafia princess by merely bribing the priest. He now had his latest baby boy, their son, as his disguise in the middle of an Italian restaurant’s crowded dining area.
The police never found the bodies of his victims, only the items that covered their bodies because no one was strong enough to take an entire body inside of his home after he killed them.
He didn’t ever enjoy murdering the innocent. Actually, it was quite the contrary for him. He liked taking apart the people who ruined the lives of innocent people. He had his license to practice vigilante justice.
The penalty for trying to steal from his place of business was organ harvesting, no questions asked.
Everyone she had ever known had told her that she should remake herself as a man if she wanted to make it in technology, breaking former social taboos.
He would do whatever it took to become the world’s biggest bank robber. This wasn’t necessarily for the thrill of it, but for the thrill that it afforded him each time he was finally able to get money and then celebrate.
A young girl wakes up awake on a strange island. As she begins to explore her surroundings she realizes that something about this island isn’t quite right and as she moves around in it she finds that she is being watched by someone very close….
She would wake up every morning wondering why she had been so stupid the night before. Every day it was the same thing. A two mile jog, checking up fanthe last photos posted on Facebook, a workout, and then she would figure out a new scam to work for the FBI.
Her world had been turned upside down by some idiot bank manager. All she had wanted to do was steal a safe full of cash so that she could finally start bringing happiness into her life. She sure found it had been a spectacular mistake.
She had hit rock bottom many times in life but nothing truly seemed to faze her. She was about to become an exclusive escorts hustling money off of some of the richest men in the world. Something was about to shock her and give her a yearning for something more.
She had never asked for this job as a detective, it had been given to her as a promotion. She would travel the world in search of truth and answers and occasionally she would find it.
Her profession didn’t always put her on the forefront of the story. When she wasn’t there, she would twist and manipulate the truth, which would always lead her to becoming the key witness in the case.
He could fire a gun, and knew which one to use. He could drive any needed getaway getaway vehicles and was crazier than anyone who thought they could come after him. But he was going to die a punk. And the god wasn’t sure why anyone would leave her diamond necklace near the curb. She wasn’t slimy, and didn’t want to be slimy. Someone would be very upset with whatever he would accomplish.
Or maybe what she really needed was to leave her bland job in the lovely city that she lived very much in love with and become an adrenaline junky by finding other means to become the savior of poor orphans.
One of the good guys that didn’t come back from Iraq.
She had a gift for identification through touch. Maybe it was due to her exposure to the unknown, maybe it was because she had insane perceptiveness. All she knew was that if she touched the person they would know absolutely everything about that person.
She was just trying to look alive and awake so she could sleep at her job and not be fired.
He didn’t really like to watch Poplar park, but she knew how to make the most out of it because he was retired when it came to stealing, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still have skills.
She had seen more coke snorting high rollers lose it all than she could count. A lot of them were powerful enough to not be blackmailed, yet they always tho….
His twin brother ran the normal by-the-books business on the other side of town. However, he hated his brother and wanted his own empire for himself.
He should have been dead, but he wasn’t and now everyone wanted to know why.
A person who was framed for a crime that they did not commit.
She was a recently declared person of interest in the disappearance of her ex-boyfriend’s new wife.
She had turned to a life of crime to pay for a cancer treatment that not many people could afford. Of course, it was too little, too late and she hadn’t been able to turn the attention away from herself long enough to make it a priority. She was known all over the country for her theft from those who had previously been untouchable.
He aspired to be a ghost – someone who thought he could kill without leaving a trace. What he didn’t know yet that was hardest were the consequences that came after he had killed.
When he was arrested, nobody believed the detailed stories of his life in organized crime. Now he was out of prison and looking to get back in the game.
Dealing with a stolen tech ransom was all he knew, and it made him millions of dollars continuously.
He managed to hold himself together as he and the other man drove off with the man’s wife and baby.
She was very surprised that this woman was actually working in law enforcement. She was undercover and she had managed to find out some of the gang’s plans for a kill.
Whenever he was out it was like everyone had to be on edge in case he started killing people again. That had ended once he had been handcuffed and escorted into a police car.
Growing up, she was the calm girl who’d grown up less strict parents. While the other kids went to crazy summer camps filled with dare-deviling, nature walks, and raft building, she would go on seminars with her mom and her hundreds of life coaches. They had once taken 32 courses in self-love in a month.
This world-famous architect made a habit of using all of his talents to steal life-changing amounts of money.
Her luxury penthouse view of the sidewalk never enticed her to want to go out. She had been arrested three times but was never brought to trial. Many people wondered who she would have called that wouldn’t have snitched on her.
“File this in the junk drawer Paulo” was the response of several union and police officials when his unsolved case they were on for thirty years was bumped for something newer and better that would garner more headlines.
Darkness surrounded the four men as they broke into the museum as silently as possible. It was the fourth time in a month that they had attempted to steal this antiquity from the museum and none of them wanted to get caught.
This wife was beside herself as she orchestrated a plan to fix the tournament outcomes before her husband had a chance to kill her.
She loved the thrill of child abductions. They stopped their time together the moment she took them from their beds in the middle of the night. She liked that the longer she kept them for the more leverage she had over the parents. This often shaking plea deals made her smile.
Every gangster around knew that if you wanted something taken from an area, Jimmy was the one who could remove it with no one knowing they had even been there.
He was an amateur just starting out in the small seconds crime but he had little desire to work at an actual job with a boss and a routine. Slicing into that company over the course of a year, initiated by an easy to access comment box easily gained him access to the company network. That had been a one half Billion Euro mistake.
She had no way of getting rich and in order to pay the bills she resorted to dealing drugs.
Nevertheless, spite of having all the money on this earth he had never been able to pay his debts well.
It was a normal day for the small-time hoodlum. That day was going to end in laughter and tears.
She didn’t wish to be a criminal, but she would do what she needed to in order to survive.
Back in his country he was one of the most feared mob bosses in existence. He heard of another organization named Deklan and immediately started planning his move to the USA and his destruction of Deklan
He was the last known survivor of a drug cartel that had been responsible for the murders of innocent people hundreds of years prior. He could care less about his people. He just wanted to save the city.
It is a very gruesome and horrifying tale that has made this one of the most famous crime cases in recent history.
When her sister was diagnosed with brain cancer, she let her live in their house while she stayed an extra year at school in order to finish her degree. However, she eventually found out that it was just a way to con her. Confronted, her sister committed suicide and left the debt to her. She has no one to turn to and no options but to pay them back any way she can.
His skin was pale from many hours spent in the dark. His eyes were dark as well with the man living many hours at a time in the shadows.
But when locked up in prison he was just a man that would spend as much time trolling the internet searching for information related to why he had been convicted. There were not enough clues but he spent his time reading about getting away with the perfect crime. Just one thought of one possibility and the tension would build inside his guts. He would pace and then there would be no turning back. He would choke his food down. Moving to the toilet he would take a good long poop and then be on his way to the recreation area where he would sit down in front of the TV facing his cellmate Lenny “The Riddler”.
His last crime was supposed to be the perfect crime. What he didn’t figure about was that his victim would be trained in criminals. This victim was so terrifying that everyone in their organization knew what it meant when they said that if you were going to rob them, you would have to bring a gun. Everyone knew the entire cache of money was at home and inside of a safe with an electronic security system. They knew that he was sick. If you tried to rob him, he would have taken you down personally, without a thought for his own safety. The only things he knew he needed were his wheelchair and his shotgun. Anyone who resisted or tried to run would be eliminated.
Her daddy loved when she talked and the stories she told him about her and her bff carving out a fair existence in a Zombie-stricken world almost brought him to tears.
She and her husband were having a baby and he came home early and caught her with her lover. Before her lover could get out of the room, her husband shot him. In the ensuing scuffle, he took her gun and shot and killed her as well.
She was heavily in debt, trying to get her Masters degree, her car payments were long overdue, and her walk in the freezer was outside of breaking temperature. All that she had going for her, though, was her love of pharmaceutical drugs. They helped her to focus on her studies and her soon to be job interview.
Some people would faint at the sight of the torture and darkness that he liked to showcase in the investigations when he was looking for a missing person or a potential suspect.
When the detective came to her about her son, she slowly leaned back in her chair, took a deep breath, and kind of stared at him. She didn’t know where to begin.
This heartless man was finally caught when someone thought it would be a great idea to help the people he was targeting as they shopped at the store he had robbed otherwise multiple times.
She was an animal, not in any kind of negative way, but in the fact that she would stop at nothing to accomplish her goals. She was cold and ruthless at nights, but had a good hearted and loving soul in the daytime.
She imagined how she would spend that money if by some unfortunate predicament, she would lose all the money she stole from these bastards.
There was supposed to be honor among thieves and that wasn’t meant to be taken lightly. When the thief broke rule number one and took an item he didn’t leave the owner a choice. He decided the fate of the owner too.
He was the smartest banker from the nearest mega bank. He decided when to make people fail financially. He would do so right around the same time he would make his own investments and he would do it when they were making time-sensitive investments.
He should probably have been more than careful about who he crossed. Well, that’s what they say and the fact that they say it doesn’t make any difference when you get to where he is. Strung out, beaten, he is given one last job and if he does not want the body that is his to wake up to be his own, it is good money.
She’d had to grow up in the streets after her father abandoned her essentially. Now she looked for payback even though he was dead.
While her brother was getting the death penalty for moving drugs, she was getting four years for playing a role that required her to seduce officials so that they would look the other way when her brother was showing off his wares.
Many saw him as a give up type because of his lifestyle of drugs and murder, however he was also the type that did not take any orders from anyone. Even his underlings would find themselves out on the streets because he thought they were weak.
One of his worst fears was to get caught by the law because he knew that they would hack directly into his bloodstream and brain and destroy everything before pulling his life from his body.
He had a righteous anger towards anyone who was ever in the business of harming another individual. One by one, he would find these individuals and administer punishment. Unfortunately, many of the criminals he took down were never actually given trials and were instead murdered.
She cooked human flesh and sold it to unsuspecting market goers every other Wednesday. Chef often forgot where she got lunch that day.
He wasn’t the most handsome rich man in the world, or even in his own family. He wasn’t the best in school, but he was a fighter who wanted to prove his intelligence by becoming the best at poker.
She was supposed to travel to France for a job interview. Only it was interrupted by the fact that she found out that one of her colleagues had been stabbed to death a month prior and the killers were trying to murder her as well.
While partners in crime in past jobs, he and she had decided that each still deserved a cure horse of their own and found their perfect vehicles at an auction that no one visited since no one was supposed to know that it was even taking place.
There is nothing more romantic to this modern-day financial titan than blowing half of the money he makes each year on absurdly expensive cars, and then driving them as fast as they can go. He just never could wear a seat belt.
She was the best of the best at her job.
He never went into any outside source of information. He would instead go directly to his partner and his partner would sell the information to the highest bidder.
Billy Franklin was a boy on a mission. He was going to change the world one random act of kindness at a time.
He got off of work lately whenever he felt like it. He didn’t want his timeline dictated by the prison. They would release him lamely with no evidence of how great of a person he could really be.
His head trash man liked to brag to co-workers that thanks to his job he knew where lost or forgotten things ended up. Many would make a comment about how he must have found a sewer or even a black hole so vast no one could ever be found again, and when he asked them how they got that idea, they would all claim they heard it from someone.
He had a tendency to swear in different languages every time that he got angry. Lately, it seemed like he was getting angry a LOT.
Knowing that he was not the most well liked in his community, he created a brand in Shadow Run City that both hid and protected him from the police and his fellows. And of course, these brands were quite good at elicit jobs due to their prestige.
His job was to make sure that all of his employees followed strict rules laid down by his family when it came to petty theft.
After the events of the sinking ship he has been banished from the country with a new life far removed from his previous one.
When her father was sentenced to death, this young woman was sent to the prison he was housed at, with the intention of marrying him within a 60 day window. He would be executed if she turned him down.
A psychologist counted as members of his family because he treated his street buddies just like his real-born children. No different.
But, in prison he was just a mild-mannered man. He didn’t want to be seen as any of the inmates remembered him. After this one last job, his criminal past would all be behind him and he would go the straight and narrow.
He got away with murder – literally, a lot of murder.
Her shopping addiction was her worst addiction. She could buy anything whether it was a full blown yacht or the finest sparkling diamonds. Nothing was out of her price range.
She painted her face into the background of some of the most famous paintings in history. She would lurk in the shadows, keeping watch over the paintings until they came into her possession. Then she would disappear.
She was in an abusive marriage that seemed never-ending.
She would kill any woman at the snap of a finger if she felt it would help a man she loved, a child, or a close family friend.
A group of reporters were hired by a wealthy businessman to follow a group of people for a week. He wanted to know how often they were alone and how much information they had on his competition.
A happy divorce seems a long time ago for this man now that his life seems to be careening wildly out of control with yet another failed business and a drinking problem.
He thought he had a fake ID that would let him get ahead in life. Little did he know it would be the thing that would cause his downfall.
This gang was legendary. Their crews had managed to break into banks and get away with money to run drug operations for years. What made this gang so spectacular was not only their skill, but the fact that they had managed to string the police along for decades.
She was blind, but that did not slow her down from being one of the best detectives on the police force.
A small life insurance policy ensured that she would never have to trade her body ever again in order to keep those bricks adequately lined up.
However, inside, he was the leader of one of the most vigorous prison gangs around. He would probably be in jail for the rest of his natural life, because the events that took place on that night permanently cemented his criminal status.
He was determined to prove that being smart is often better than being big.
She thought she had everything under control. She thought she could achieve the perfect heist. She was wrong.
She owned a shop in a secluded section of the town where she sold some expensive high-end jewelry that she owned.
While on the hunt for her newest mark, a beautiful young couple comes along and attempts to help her.
But in the last few years of his life he took a different turn, focused on non-violence and became one of the most popular religious leaders in the world. He was also one of the only religious figures whose non-religious speeches were requested to have an open microphone at his concerts in prison.
Even behind bars he was still able to send messages in code to make certain that his orders would still be carried out. His reach was substantial behind prison walls, but it was nothing compared to what it was in the outside world.
He had recently gotten out of prison and was constantly being threatened by the people he used to work for. He needed to work alone so as to avoid crossing the wrong people.
Instead of going to another degree in the IT field, he decides to become a Wiccan priest. Little did he know that his college studies would have a huge impact on his life and his relationship with his wife and children.
He was a world-famous pick-pocket master and could steal anything from a playing card to a priceless painting in front of a museum full of people.
However, inside prison he is universally feared for being so bloodthirsty.
To get away from his father, he joined the military and did two tours in the middle east. When he came back home, he decided that he wasn’t going to look back and pushed to do better for himself.
While most hit men enjoy what they do, this one had happiness snuffed out of him years ago.
No longer part of the police force, they had many enemies and if police aren’t making waves then people forget to make the next wave.
People said when he was in bulldog mode there was no stopping him. Once out of it, he had a kind, childlike and trusting demeanor.
He was expected to join the workforce at 18 and begin to invest in the products that the company offered.
She was better known for her lies than for the secrets that they hid.
He was a disgraced sportscaster who really wanted to rise as a political commentator, but his reputation was taking a hit every time he opened his mouth and started making commentaries on children’s sports.
A captain and the commander of the U.S.S. Enterprise-E intended to marry the love of his life. Everything was going according to plan until she was murdered. It didn’t take him long to discover who the murderer was, but he also found out that he was also behind a bigger conspiracy and was behind a terrorist organization. The good captain was leading an intrepid crew that was determined to seek revenge for the man’s woman.
Being in an all-boy’s high school had many benefits, being able to bully female pupils being one of them, which was why he found himself standing in front of the restroom where she was just about to go in.
The people that this private investigator worked with often knew better than to call him. She would sit in the shadows and observe a problem which was causing great grief in the life of the client and she would eliminate it at its source without anybody knowing what happened.
The thing was that she was the type of person who just couldn’t keep her mouth shut. It wasn’t that she was especially loud or obnoxious. It just seemed that when there was something to say that would perhaps make a few people uncomfortable that she would be the first to speak up.
Although she was an extremely talented jeweler, her skill wasn’t on par with diamond cutting and it just wasn’t enough to live off of. However, there was one aspect of jewelry making that was almost an art form… counterfeiting valuable diamonds.
Estranged from her family, this woman is trying to make some sense of the digital paper trail left behind by her sister. She is trying to make sense of the idea that her sister died a hero when she herself was a traitor.
Due to having such a small manhood, he decided that he would dedicate his life to other things like drug dealing, robbery, and murder.
He had been the one to shoot his boss with a mysterious substance that could instantly stop the heart. He was also the one to burn down the house that boss was hiding out with his family.
This private investigator was obsessive compulsive. They knew to take jobs very seriously. They almost always had to do things their own way. Stupid criminals weren’t worth a lot to them.
She wasn’t the most successful woman in her profession but she was certainly one of the youngest. Law enforcement agencies double her age would call her in just to try and get some of the advice that they couldn’t get anywhere on their own.
“The Governor of the People” had far more respect and allegiance that he warranted. No one even knew what his real name was. All around him was a warped mentality where crime equaled respect.
The world’s greatest detectives were baffled by the maze of messages and false leads that had been deprecated from this spy’s history.
From the moment he was bad, this ruthless drug lord got the nickname “The Heedless Skull,” because he had made the mistake of flashing his gold grill that had “CERTIFIED G” or “CERTIFIED GOLD” on it to the wrong person. The stain of his own blood was all over the teeth of the grill.
He was the most trusted advisor to many kings and queens.
Scientists had discovered that blood had regenerative properties. These properties would rejuvenate damaged cells and even create new ones.
He thought his brother would never catch him but a few days before his brother got out of prison he busted into his apartment and killed everything that he had loved.
It wasn’t till after she was actually stealing things that anyone noticed she had almost been caught every single time.
But he always got sent to the same prison. And everyone in that prison knew him. They knew his abusive family. They hated his family.
In the end, his own greed and a brother who only cared about his inheritance killed him, which left his siblings even more cash and left his mother that remarried the man that murde
When he got elected to be the governor of a small country, he forgot he would be getting his hands dirtier than they had already been his entire life.
She grew up in a rough neighborhood and when she was just a kid she accidentally shot a cop with a stolen, unregistered pistol. Bad Neighborhood. Little freedom of movement. Harsher totalitarian style punishment.
Officer Sanders was one of the most decorated officials in her department. She had caught her fair share of criminals, but she had also broken up more than one marriage. The truth was that she loved finding out what men were really like.
A seasoned veteran and part-time bounty hunter, Jake had worked enough jobs to know how to take out people who simply got in the way. A quick shot either to the wing or in the arm will usually do the trick.
He was the only one who didn’t vote for the owner to be taken out so maybe it was him.
The job of these two larcenous neighbors was to swipe anything of value that they could spy through open windows and doors. They were offered twice as much money if they stole items they could easily sell or pawn without getting caught.
His parents thankfully both died when he was young. He had to raise himself so he was responsible for his own petty crimes.
At the bank, she was quiet, aloof, and always out of place. But the truth was that she was a cat burglar that robbed millions from banks.
What he did was simple. He took the souls from the bodies of the recently deceased and sold them on the black market. In return for a lot of money, which he often invested into the hospital to make sure they got better donations from.
How did the pressures of being married and a father trigger a crime spree?
She created the ultimate computer virus that took the world by storm. However, she had to stay hidden in her penthouses until the time was right.
This family had found a way to make money illegally and exponentially. They’ve used that money to get elected into power in most of the major cities and counties in the state. They’ve replaced most of the public officials with family members and considered him public figureheads.
She was supposed to give human touch to computer programmers. Much to her surprise, she mathematically fell in love with him.
She would use her looks to distract those around her in order to get what she needed. Although this was illegal, she was justified because she used her powers for good, unlike her sister, who was never happy unless she was causing others pain.
She didn’t know if joining the mafia had been a good or bad idea. On one hand, she was blessed with the perfect insurance policy and the new life that went along with it. On the other, she would have to never break the mafia code they had drilled into all of them.
Her husband’s alcoholism was compounding over the years and she was losing everything that she had due to his spending sprees on booze. Now, she was regretting marrying him and vowed revenge before disappearing into thin air.
He knew the owners of the hospital he worked at never counted the amount of narcotics they handed out and he made sure to take advantage of that fact.
With his large physique and a scar on the back of his neck, which some had called, “The Cranial Tick,” he would intimidate even the most hardcore of gangs into submission.
This fiction writer and blogger had just finished an article on what he thought was essential equipment for every crime writer. He was actually a member of a secret black ops organization, mostly made of retired government agents.
She had enjoyed a privileged life filled with education and opportunity. However, fear of poverty and wanting to please daddy had led her astray.
Jewelry had always been some of the most difficult items to shoplift. Wouldn’t you know it, she was stealing jewelry alongside another woman who was pretty much the exact opposite in terms of beauty.
When he committed the crime, he was the most handsome man he knew, but when he was busted and sent to jail, his face became scarred and disfigured. Now that he was released from prison, he was being very realistic about his future. He would commit the crime that put him in jail for the third time because he wouldn’t always be able to charm his way out of trouble.
The blood on her hands was parallel to the blood on the knife she held between her fingers.
She was put into Covenant much like how you would hear about in the movies.
Despite having killed multiple children, the man found himself on the side of good.
She was supposed to navigate into the dark atmosphere to make sure there were no threats that surrounded the ship.
He was terrified of skeletons and for very good reason. He had escaped his execution and hid where no one would ever find him, in the land of the living dead.
His latest heist would be his greatest and have a larger payoff than anything he had ever tried before. It would see him finally be able to retire and live out his days in the peace and quiet he wanted.
This woman was doing the best she could raising her niece and nephew. Their mother had disappeared shortly after a successful abortion could’ve taken place to rid the world of a demon possessed fetus.
He should have known from the beginning that this thief just wanted to kidnap a couple of kids in order to call in a big ransom. Unfortunately, he didn’t know it was a trap until it was too late.
Cybercriminals, exploiting vulnerabilities in security, breached and took down large corporate servers.
She idolized her Grandfather, who was a career criminal and never did his time.
The murder was quick and painless. If there was any body spasm from the victim, no one could feel it or saw it. He strode right up to the driver’s seat and shot the driver three times in the head while the car was stopped at the red light.
It was really the day that he had been dreading for a very long time. The paper wrote many great things about his former gaming company. Millions of people lost a ton of money because he and some other members had reprogrammed the systems and had stolen all of the money that was supposed to go to the winners.
She was the oldest person in the city but that didn’t mean she was harmless. She would stop at nothing to get the obituaries printed just like she had for those in the past.
While he liked to say that he was out only for himself, he also had an altruistic side where he wanted to boss the drugs off the street and directly into the hands of the addicts, free of charge.
Who would have thought one family would bring so much pain to so many other families over so many generations?
After a messy divorce he found out that he needed cash to help pay for the new apartment that his wife got in the settlement. So he decided to use his old college hacking skills to get a hold of some cold hard cash.
However, inside of prison he would run errands for the less-important mafiosos who could still dish out discipline.
He was so focused on his next crime that he barely noticed that the police were reporting into the station every detail that would normally be confidential. She did, however.
He worked for the police. It was his job to infiltrate mobs and get them to turn on each other. He could get anyone to do anything through certain persuasion that at one time he thought counted as police brutality but nowadays he thought it was all in good fun.
He had recently lost his wife in a particularly strange way. Right before her death there was a string of criminals who were displaying unusual behaviors. The medical examiner looked at the body and noticed that the usually fast acting cancer was waiting. It was waiting for something.
No one had a clue what their names were. They would meet with each other through encrypted means. They were careful to only use throwaway phones that couldn’t be traced back to them. They also maintained anonymity by frequently changing their meeting places, times, and modes of communication.
The only reason he did not go to prison was that no one could prove that he was committing any crimes. He had never been caught or seen handing out drugs to the dealers in the city.
His accomplishments had been many. She had risen through the ranks to become one of the most well known female heroes of the Silver Age. What was her secret? Filming herself while fighting alongside the other Marvel heroines? Perhaps she had photographic memory that allowed her to develop fighting skills almost as good as Spider-man’s.
He had a ritual of painting himself like Zorro before each heist.
Then retirement came. It was calm before he put a bullet in his brain. Before he retired, though, he decided to pop up in the mob’s chat and thankfully his account still worked.
Born on the thirteenth into a family cursed with the number of the beast, she had always had her suspicions when it came to the supernatural. This time, her curiosity got the better of her.
When the cops knocked on his door he finally knew what it felt like for someone to have the last drop on him.
She had lost her parents and her siblings in a house fire. Due to this, she wanted to become a criminal arsonist because it was the only thing that made the pain go away for a little while.
Her husband was cold, the house was cold, and the only thing she had was the lizard.
Let’s face it, James Bond and Jason Bourne are pretty cliche at this point. Take your personal life experience and find a way to make it work!
She may have only been in high school, but she was also the smartest kid around. Excelling in school was second nature to her as was getting what she wanted from the people around her.
However, every night he would take an unusual drug that would give him incredible psychic powers. Using this power, he would get jobs doing contract killing.
Some fences loved to sell things that had once been of interest to their patrons. Others just loved to steal and to sell the loot almost immediately. He was somewhere in the middle.
She was the best of the best. In 28 years of fixing heists, she had been implicated, suspected and accused of being a part of only one heist.
She became known as the Mistress of Manipulation when she helped prove that a well-loved country singer had killed ten women and buried them along I-65.
A mysterious figure who has managed to stay anonymous through the Web’s birth and will see its death as well.
He was considered brilliant by all who knew him, but felt that his physical adventures left much to be desired. That is to say, he was dying of Parkinson’s Disease and was slowly losing all of his physical abilities including his job as one of the most adept snipers in the world and a biologist.
Though he seemed cynical and heartless, he truly yearned for and sought a better life for his family. Despite his best efforts to carve out such a life for his children, he ultimately did not live up to his own high expectations.
but his own advancing age was starting to make him seriously consider leaving the families behind in order to retire in Spain.
She helped him get his life back on track by reconnecting him with his old friends in high places.
She bragged that she knew what it was like to be looked at after she came out of the plastic surgery machine because she had been in there a record nine times.
He used to be a cop and a part of an elite robbery division.
Growing up in a small town had its advantages.
He was a woman that only ever really cared about the money she was making and the men that she was swooning.
The initial phone call always starts out as a bad joke that quickly turns into something far worse for him.
She always brings her gun to work, and she practices with it every day. Her superior officers appreciate that she’s always getting her shots in, but she likes the way that it makes her feel like she is something other than a scared mouse that can only hope that the cat doesn’t eat it for lunch.
She was expected to marry someone in her family’s profitable shipping business to secure the safety of herself and her friends.
Sparks flew between these two instantly.
He was married to the mob boss’ daughter but he was secretly a card-carrying member of the FBI.
Being a safe-cracker was his ticket into the big time. But what he was doing on the side for her was probably going to get him in a couple of prison jumpsuits for the next twenty to fifty years.
During his childhood, he was horribly abused. As a result he detests women and convinces his only living bank account that he needs to marry a woman that he really hates.
His daughter had gone to the wrong party on her prom night. She tried to leave but they wouldn’t let her. So she hit someone with her high heel shoe. The boys at the prom gave her a horrible beating and she bled to death right there on the floor in the middle of the room.
A recently retired veteran who was not too keen on receiving a less than generous pension. He decided that means needed to be taken to ensure that he got the money that he deserved and had earned. Although the stories do not have to be true, you do need to have an idea as to where you want to take the story. The following is an example story outline template of a fictitious story. You do not have to use this particular format if you think of something else that would better fit your needs.
She used to have a fledgling business on the Internet.
She would take any job given to her by the head of the group for as long as he was well paid.
Left to his own devices he did everything he could to prevent his wife from becoming aware of his criminal activities.
He had never wanted a family. In fact he could not even follow the top of his crew. Any family man would have cut his losses and gone legit. He wouldn’t and thus put himself into utter despair in the end.
His greatest stealth was his human stealth as he went around a steady stream of young female targets, seducing them before making off with millions of dollars in jewelry and cash.
His span of work was about to come to a stop because he had finally been put away for filicide, which meant that he was going to be in prison for life.
He had trained his body to last long enough to escape from a maximum security prison.
She wore the blood of her victims like paint and makeup.
Here we have a man who masterminded every kidnapping and murder, from a sophisticated computer fortress, so that there would be no more physical evidence, or outside corroboration, for any police or detective to find. However, he made one tiny mistake that caught him out.
She had sworn off of guys, but he had a way about him that always stole her heart away.
She was a very serious FBI agent. She finally tracked down the fugitive bank robber. Prison time it wouldn’t be, though.
She was the world’s most expensive call girl. She could persuade just about anyone to give her exactly what she wanted and she gave a certain kind of service almost no one had ever experienced.
She had spent her entire life on the straight and narrow. She had been a police officer before joining the FBI. After the FBI, she had left to go into private practice. Nothing about her life had shown her the underside of the world in the way that she was about to see it for the first time.
That little boy looked like he could almost walk. She sent one of her flunkies out to go get the little boy by the hand.
What secrets might one man be willing to sell for enough money?
She had been shipwrecked, tied to a tree and forced into the ocean only to be killed by a shark, cut down by pirates and still she had come out of it all with her mouth shut and her head up.
She was a freshman in college. She loved the disco music and truly believed that disco could never die.
She had already been a witness a number of times in cases involving the mob. Why did people never take her seriously? Maybe it was because she had a habit of dressing up in brightly colored dresses and always flashing her hair colors from red to green to etc…
He was a police officer who stepped between a husband and wife as they argued. They were drunk and things were getting out of control and she said something that pulled a trigger. Unfortunately, that trigger pulled ended up releasing some blood and guts and his consciousness.
He got away with it because of the least likely explanation for how he was able to stay under the radar. She was one of the most famous movie stars hence the invasion of privacy was hard to live with.
In the facade of a wealthy pastor’s daughter was the brain of an executive as she secretly ran the photocopy store he owned.
Not far from home an obese child was starving to death.
If you have ever visited this city or have ever heard any of the stories and legends that swirl around within the city limits, you may never want to visit. If you do, know to bring an umbrella to fend off the mosquitoes that inhabit the city.
With a modest IQ and a love of nice things, he became one of the most infamous jewel thieves in the city.
He was a pencil pusher who ended up helping an old woman in the most chilling way possible. After his experience he filmed a series of tapes about how far someone will go to prevent death from happening to themselves or theirs.
She was a shape-shifter, the only one in existence in the world. She had been threatened on all ends of the spectrum and basically had the front doorway of her home in the southwest shaded by a wall of incredibly high pitched sound waves that kept anyone and anything from getting anywhere near her.
But now he had dug a hole that was soon to be his grave.
This fireman worked all of the horror stories that caused even the bravest of firefighters to want to skip a couple of houses on their routes. He was tough and everyone respected him.
It was a long slog of a job. She did so many things. Needle in the haystack, location by location tracking of shipments and goods and people throughout the world, were the gist of what she did day in and day out. It did, however, pay off. As much as she may hate it, she made a killing for her bosses.
They always figured that they would be able to hide from the police and the few people who did know who they were would never testify against them. That notion was destroyed when two of them were murdered.
His life was boring and lonely. She had kidnapped him and had plans for him. His greatest fear was that she would make good on them.
She had heard about this one ever since she was a kid. The name was whispered with fear and awe. She couldn’t believe that this elusive serial killer was currently scheduled to be released from prison.
She had been caught and convicted for ratting out one of the toughest violent gangs in the country. She wasn’t about to tell anyone that she was actually never going to rat them out because she fell in love with the leader after joining them.
She had first become a contract killer when the leader of her murder syndicate ordered her execution. She got the axe but she also got a clean slate and a promotion.
He and his older brother were the ones that came up with the revolutionary algorithm that would help people make profits online. The only problem was that the government didn’t want people to have that kind of system.
Because of her insecurities, she had convinced herself that the ditzy woman that was in charge of security for the Treasures of Heaven museum could be easily duped. What she needed was something that she could flaunt in her life in order to feel good about who she is.
This detective’s partner was missing and she knew that the serial killer from the last murder case had taken him. The killer spared her partner and actually tried to tell her something through the code that he always left near the bodies.
She had been patiently waiting for her chance to rip these people off ever since she had been hired on by the handlers of the royal family. An opportunity presented itself when the show was announced, so she volunteered to check it out.
Two armed men paid off her ex-husband to get inside while they were still asleep before they planned on robbing the place. They never would have thought that there was anyone else inside who knew how to handle a gun let alone a real one.
He had absolutely no understanding of how a newspaper worked, but he managed to write it anyway. He put out the paper for a friend who was participating in an undercover operation for the government.
When the police started to close in, the mafia reluctantly sent a killer after him and the family he left behind.
A detective was investigating a string of violent murders that was happening all across the United States. She was determined to find at least one common link between all of the murders.
It was almost a game for a moron like him to intimidate a Chinese mob boss with a few words and showing a gun. In reality, he’d been given the gun by the mob boss to cause a distraction.
When he was inside prison, he had more girlfriends than anyone else in the place.
She was determined to become the greatest supervillain of all time. To help her achieve that goal, she changed her name to a Greek spelling and then gave herself powers she really hoped she would never have to use.
Inside of prison he was the most well-connected, well liked, and powerful individual.
During the day he was a detective for the city police. In his off time however he would pay people to do all of the illegal jobs that needed to be done.
The last pairs of shoes worn by the murderer are found but the police have no way to find the killer. A weary retail worker at a shoe store doesn’t want to help the police but before he knows it, he’s showing the detectives every woman with a matching shoe size.
She was a thief who could get in and out of any store without ever getting caught. She mostly took small items that wouldn’t arouse any suspicion but occasionally she got bolder and would take something big like a television or even a diamond engagement ring.
He lived a normal dad life with his family and his already purloined money. But one day he was killed and they found out that there was more to his dealings than what people outside of his criminal career knew.
She was a respected member of the FBI for all of her year of service. Now she is a vital member of a team of bank robbers.
And he made sure that every time, without fail, he killed anyone that had ever come remotely close to taking him down.
The terrorists wanted to keep their news rooms and printing presses as far away from their residence as possible. Knowing as well that time is of the essence, they felt that it made sense. That being the case, they found the perfect location to make their headquarters.
She was accused of murdering her husband. Said that he had been abusing her for years and she was tired of the constant beatings. Nobody believed her daughter. She was living comfortably off of his life insurance payouts and wasn’t in need of money. The police couldn’t figure out why she did it. Suddenly there was a new lead in the case.
He was considered the godfather of a New York crime family. His family went back for generations as a Godfather in the family so when he came of age he followed suit.
He had seen a lot of bad things in his lifetime. What happens when the bad things return and force him to relive the bad choices he made once again.
A witness to one of his more daring thefts accidentally shot footage of the whole thing. He didn’t even know what he was doing.
Behind her coy smile she hides a dark secret. She pushed him into doing some of the worst work he had ever done. He had become so used to killing that he had forgotten the depravity of it. This had led him to become suicidal.
He had hoped to join the Police Force but instead was placed behind a desk for the majority of his cases.
They say he had killed thousands of people, but no one knew how many since he worked for the government and they didn’t really keep a good track of those number kinds of records.
She always dreamed of a life outside the broken home and poverty stricken group of friends she hung out with in the projects. However, that illusion shattered when she was shot in the head and died.
On the inside of prison he is a different man. His transformation is almost unrecognizable.
For him, the only thing better than the adrenaline felt during a heist was torturing his enemies and rubbing their faces in the whims of his fortune.
Who knew being a housewife would be so much fun?
Even though they managed to take out a lot of his best cooks and dealers they knew that they had their work cut out for them when they started making the rounds in the Coliseum.
He had, in fact, shot her during a robbery gone wrong. She was reaching into her purse so that she could use pepper spray on the robber. In the dark, he was unable to determine whether or not she was reaching into her purse for an item or for cash so he didn’t even bother asking for the purse.
What would any good crime story be without a good bit of criminal activity? One crime author was especially well known for his car crime stories.
But inside of prison, he finds that he would rather write than be put back into the life he had before he was sent away. So he turns to writing and is successful.
She had been famous for her role in the Vietnam War. She claimed to have killed hundreds of innocent people and the men and women who were responsible for sending her and her friends into war where they had no business being.
She was an art thief who prided herself on never harming a painting.
He didn’t believe in being nice or fair. He just wanted to control everything that was under his gun and whip. The world suited his style.
When they were done with her, she wished there was a way she could end her own life. Yet she knew if she did, the entire group would hunt her to the far ends of the earth.
Bodies had been turning up in the same area for the last few months and no one seems to have any answers.
He was the type of man who would execute someone for just looking at him the wrong way.
Life can take turns we don’t expect. It took a turn for the better when this man got a job for a temporary courier service. He spent his lunch hours playing chess at the corner table.
What would happen to their marriage if there ever was an economic downturn?
There weren’t many things which scared Robert, but these vampires sure did. “When the sun sets, we will come for you.” he thought to himself.
Officer Beatdown was second in command. He was supposed to be the one who helped Deputy Do Well execute the “evil schemes’ ‘ that the Chief of Police Builtwellfo came up with.
This woman’s future looked bright. She’d never had trouble of any kind with the law. She’d been dating Peyton, her high-school sweetheart, for her entire adult life. Her career, which was non-profit, was on the fast-track to success.
This gumshoe lives and breathes for the cases that he handles.
She had made a name for herself by writing for political reporters who needed to get a story out but did not have the time to do all the research, or to spend endless hours interviewing.
His jealousy issues drove him to kill and drive one of his mistresses over a cliff. What he didn’t know was that the mistress was the wife of a brutal Mexican crime boss who was looking to make an example out of someone—anyone.
In jail he was well protected. Who would be crazy enough to attack the Sinatra of El Paso?
She couldn’t live her life anymore. The idea of making a living through honest means, she felt too ashamed for doing it unless someone else was helping her.
He had been on the wrong side of the law for too much of his life, and now his wife and son were the only things he wanted to protect. The question was whether or not he ultimately needed the law’s protection.
She was a low level drug dealer for one of the biggest cartels in the world. She could have been the sole drug dealer for the cartel, but she worked for someone else, taking a smaller cut of the money. He kept her around because he appreciated her work ethic and her loyalty.
All her life she had been forced to do and be exactly what the people around her told her to do and be. In her desperate struggle to escape her idyllic farm-like life, she left behind her true love.
She was supposed to escape and someone would find out where she was and then she would be sold to someone.
She had trained, lost weight, and talked several of the women on her force into letting her try out for the position. She had wound up getting the job and was legendary in the NYPD by her third year.
He had worked his way up to his current position in life through hard work and minimal schooling. The more contacts he made, the more information that he had access to, the grander his conspiracy theories would become.
But as soon as he entered prison territory, he knew that the real people who ran the prison…were him and his men.
Often she was hired by attorneys to dig up information on clients and others involved in divorce cases or child support disputes.
She was the second fastest draw in the West but instead of proving this to anyone who guessed, they were able to measure the speed of her draw against a mechanically recorded time that was completely independent of her reflexes.
They say that one’s past always has a way of catching up.
She had spent her whole life being part of the family business and had never had the desire to move up in the ranks. Zipping along the tops of tall buildings in powerful helicopters came natural to her.
He worked hard in school, studied persevering, and it all paid off because one day he was offered a job at the FBI working the Technical Analysis and Surveillance Team that dealt with hacking on computers, social media monitoring, that sort of thing.
She was a maid who liked her job, but found herself bored with her life. She started doing larceny whenever she had to clean someone’s home. She would take things that were shiny and worth stealing.
He was not really a criminal, he considered himself more of a con artist. Only an old friend’s disappearance that led him back to his childhood nemesis opened up a wound that he could not just let go of.
She was a professionally deposed Queen and she needed to be reinstated to the throne before her kingdom fell apart from corruption and lack of funds.
He was a detective. He was a cop. He was a fraud. He was on the inside of the worst case of his life and it was all because of his own deceptions and lies that had landed someone there.
She was the world’s only female serial killer. It was true that she killed men in addition to women, but she had been so prolific at killing women that most people just felt more comfortable referring to her as an exclusively female serial killer.
Orphaned at a young age, he now sniffs out people with big money and gets them to give it up.
She was beautiful and she knew it. She was also a master of manipulation and can weave stories that made people follow her every whim.
Nobody was more loyal in the mafia than this man.
She had mixed feelings. She wanted to get back at the people who raped her and murdered the physics teacher, and possibly also at the boy who laughed at her. Did this mean that she was insane?
She was down on her luck reporter looking for a story. That is, until her boss told her to find the story taking over the internet of this new superhero in the center of Times Square saving civilians from a terrorist bombing.
His respected reputation and exceptional skill led her to seek him out before she retired from a life as a thief.
She was the former mistress of a retired mob boss. Her lover was said to be addicted to painkillers. The mafia was supposedly considering cutting his medicinal pills off because he was becoming unhealthy and his feeble thoughts and actions could prove a liability for them.
She had run off with a senator just a couple years ago and then she was found 6 months later. Her body had been beaten to death and dumped in the woods with a bag over her head. It looked like a very clear message but only a few people ever knew who did it or why.
In his past, he had been a whistleblower and gave up the names of every person in the county who abused their right and deprived him of living a normal life. An eye for an eye he always said.
She loved being a woman because it typically predisposed people to think that she was a moron when it came to computers. In reality, she was a world-renowned hacker who would and could steal anything from government secrets to bank account access codes.
Having been born on the streets where every man and woman for themselves is a way of life, Penny developed a taste for becoming a gang leader of one of the most powerful gangs of New York.
She was the waitress that seemed to have a heart of gold. Everyone who knew her would have sworn that she stole from her job with her syrupy sweet nature and open manner towards her customers.
He would never understand how anyone could spend all night reading Ray Bradbury writing for fun. He settled down into writing at night after a long day at work as a high school teacher, and a really long commute.
After her husband was murdered trying to sell drugs down in Brazil, she became relentless in her pursuit to take over his position within the Cartel and ruling the drug trade.
Years of dealing in some of the vilest kinds of drugs had left them with the biggest profit margins in the business but also left them ripe for a violent death if they ventured outside of the drug world.
He was not going to go down without a fight.
Everyone thought she was just a little, weak girl until someone crossed her. Once that happened then they received enough blood to paint a house red.
When the bell rang signaling all of the inmates to head to lunch, the main character of the story..
While remaining close to her father, she could tell that he was fostering dishonesty and paranoia and she hated it. She still made sure that he was able to indulge himself in his precious pink drink every day.
She loved her daughter and loved her job.
She knew her boss was a cruel jerk who just wanted to see regular, working men and women suffer in pain. As an organized crime member, he didn’t care. He just wanted his “nuts” and he would step all over anyone to get them. Her goal was to find out who killed her mother, a stripper, and steal all the information about the case that her boss had.
While he never killed anyone who wasn’t in the mob that once voted into it, he never held back in killing those who had turned their backs in disgrace. As second in command he was never sure when he would become head of the crime syndicate.
He was the most feared crime boss in history. He took everything from anyone at any time from the streets to the courtroom.
He didn’t like the way that a lot of things were going in the Big Apple, specifically in the Law Department.
The woman who hired her underestimated her ruthlessness.
Her boss used her. She used her boss. When they met it was almost like they both gave permission to screw each other over for the rest of their lives. “I want what you’ve got and you want what I’ve got” was the cheerful way the woman putting around her husband’s office would put it.
Down the road, she was going to be the victim. That day, at the moment in time, she was a questionable woman who wanted the same things he needed.
He left her for dead.
Agent Mac Toole of the Los Angeles Head of the Violent Crimes Division hates her job. Her lack of dependable friends combined with her hate of her job leads her to a constant disregard for the rules and a cycle of drunken anger. She’s right on the edge of being taken off the job and behind bars.
While roving outside of the dark alleys of East Chicago, he would try to find that perfect offense so that he could get away quicker. He was older and his knees often hurt as the hours ticked by. Somehow he found himself waking up from a few middle of the night scares.
He used to be the top detective under his father, but now all he wants to do is murder all the men who destroyed his once loving relationship with his ex-wife and daughter.
This team of burglars shot themselves to death when they found out that their heist was never going to happen because a simple battery would give them a warning before they could get to the most valuable piece of art.
She loved the thrill of the baby switcheroo. She lusted after money like so many others, the only difference was that she took big risks to have material things.
In a world where magic and technology are almost indistinguishable, Xariel is the master thief making a living stealing from the rich elite.
She had lived a life of being invisible. She had been taught when she was younger to be like the wall that she could sneak behind and watch everything in the room. She would be like nobody noticed her and that was very much true.
Her years of experience made her unstoppable. If she didn’t get caught she still robbed banks for the thrill it brought to her. If she was caught she played it off like they could never convict her.
He had just graduated from police academy and was thrown into the field of work after a brutal murder of an entire police squad.
But as a prisoner, his record showed that he was one of the safest in the system, and a firm believer in the justice system. It was as if while still behind bars, he was helping clean up the world one crook at a time.
He was born into a short-tempered and abusive family where he grew up to be the ideal for the culture in his environment by getting into fights all the time. He would avoid serious injury or death because he was so strong and fast. A kid who later abused his own wife and kids growing up wished he was more like him.
Crimes within the prison for him entailed everything from gambling rings to drugs to murder hit jobs.
While children are criminals, they are just waiting to become hardened adults.
She had never understood why hate crimes were more punishable than non-hateful crimes. In her mind, it was like comparing a puppy to a serial killer. No comparison would ever be found.
The rumor going around was that she was too ruthless for them and so they were going to kill her.
He was involved in the wrong deal, gave a bit of nonpublic information to the wrong person, he was informed that he would be prosecuted, and that there surely was no getting out of trouble, then the best course of action he could have taken was to watch his back.
He was an ex-juvenile delinquent that had squandered every chance he managed to get.
She was mostly an ancient art thief and almost never actually hurt a person.
After gambling away their daughter’s college fund, they decided to take all of their money and bet it on one of Harley’s chances at the ponies. They won fifty times over and now they live in a big house and can buy whatever they want.
As the new kingpin, she wanted to set a new, substantial precedent for his family that would reign over countries and continents.
Her drug addiction was taking her very close to the edge, but she wanted to stay just in control long enough to find her baby.
Her entire family fought in the civil war. They soon learned however that when they went outside there was no war. She stood up when most refused.
Simple on the outside, very complex on the inside. She was about to go down a path that would land her in a prison cell for the rest of her life. How and why would it happen?
It’s only when he was released from prison that he decided he wanted to be a legitimate player and became one.
He was unfortunate enough to have been seen on a security cam when he burglarized an apartment building. This was back before that technology was so easily affordable. Oh well he was caught. Now he’s sitting in prison with the rest of the crooks.
He knew that he shouldn’t see her, but he just couldn’t stop himself. She was one of the great loves of his life and she would be for the rest of his life whether they were separated by prison bars or a world of opportunity.
She had created a special program, downloading onto phones, and computers that allowed her to hack into any hard drive and retrieve any information needed.
Mrs. D had a long history of being the most prolific thief and her particular skill is shoplifting. After all these years the game has got old and she’s ready for one last big heist.
His hobo life continued to pay in unpredictable nature. But one day he killed the father of a small child. This would come back to haunt him.
From an early age he learned how to survive and when to shoot first. His biggest decisions were made through various tactics of intimidation.
She had been falsely sentenced for murder. Unfortunately for her, she crossed paths with the mobster who was also in prison for the exact same reason.
There was almost nothing he wouldn’t do to that mean, lowlife, rapist bastard that had killed his wife before anyone knew she was missing, including his daughter.
At one time she had been considered the very best in her field. Now she was diagnosed with Agoraphobia and Severe Depression—when she wasn’t busy taking care of her 90 year old father whose Alzheimer had worsened ten years earlier.
His job was to provide protection for the bosses and often he was the one in charge of their executions.
Even Gerald did not think that getting rid of his father-in-law was something he could do with a clear conscience.
Due to her father’s close ties with many other mob bosses, she was a walking safe for many organized crime figures.
He was 8 years old when his house was attacked by a gang with shank-like weapons. It was very traumatizing for him and he vowed to find each one of those men and make them pay.
But, secretly, he wasn’t too comfortable in his gangland role and came to hate being the boss.
As captain of a group of ship pirates, this man no longer had to worry about anything for life. No man defied his authority because none could make him any less money than he made from piracy.
But why was he in prison?
Beginning with his first murder, he became addicted to the thrill of watching people die.
She wasn’t someone who originally planned to even be involved with any sort of law enforcement. She loved the adrenaline rush she got when in pursuit of placing someone in cuffs and what made it even better was that it happened to come with the hostility of her husband.
In her mid-thirties there was no doubt that she was mature. She had a sharp tongue and was not afraid to use it.
She loved to study serial killers. She considered them her favorite teachers because they taught her how humans were really capable of absolute evil.
There was little evidence left behind after he committed a murder because he was so quick in disposing of it
While serving as her family’s bodyguard, he found himself falling in love with the woman who he had sworn to protect. However, his love would cost him his life.
She was wealthy, her parents were wealthy, and she was no doubt going to be extremely wealthy. She had simply decided to quit her high paying job to pursue her dream as a writer. It was hard work, and not a lot of people thought she would make it, but she had a voice and a story to tell, and she knew that she just might be able to change her life by doing it.
The young man who was being interrogated was supposed to only be a lookout for this unidentified thief, but he had called the police before he was supposed to, which brought about this dire circumstance of questioning.
She made a promise to herself to go after the one who got away. This was the one who became the crime lord, the mafia don. He was responsible for her family being killed and for her being in the care of an abusive guardian. She didn’t have much going for her, but she had something to prove.
She never planned on becoming a criminal. She just needed money so she could get the procedure done that would make sure her mother, who was a drug addict, didn’t have another baby.
With his unique skills and inabilities, he is sent on a do or die mission that will make him rich beyond his wildest dreams.
When the owner of a successful chain of travel agencies one day woke up missing his wife, it was immediately clear the military had bumped her off.
She had an uncanny knack for being able to hack into any computer. She was working on a job for the mob. Her task was to find out who auditioned overnight for the five million dollar diamond at the jewelry store in town.
She loved being a woman because what most would consider to be feminine vanity, she found an excuse to allow her the perfect cover to steal from the various homes she invaded.
Years ago she had attended a seminar on how to identify serial killers. The event took her completely by surprise when she had found out that she had a mild interest in catching them. Ever since then she had focused most of her skills in law enforcement on dealing with serial criminals.
Thieves, posing as nuns, were ready with modern weapons perched on top of the medieval statues of saints.
She was in her last year of college when she woke up one morning and realized that she didn’t want to spend her life in the tobacco fields with the man she married.
He had successfully carried out grisly murders only to be thrown right back into prison again because none of the evidence that they had against him could be proven.
People of all walks of life worshipped the ground he walked on.
The previous year he had been a respectable member of society that was making unexpectedly decent money. Then the month had come when things had gone silent. He just disappeared. The only thing left behind were remnants of dust that seemed to be composed of dull silvery metal—a metal physicists declared to be alien in nature.
He is currently immobile and awaiting execution. Which is really too bad because he is one of the only people in the city who has not done anything wrong.
She didn’t know what a genius her husband was. He was the one credited with inventing the Internet and giving the whole world free-form and free-flowing communication. Instead, she saw him as a slob who never cleaned up after himself and never seemed willing to try to find a decent job to provide for the family.
Before joining the DEA – Drug Enforcement Administration – she had lived as a cheerleader, fitting in perfectly with the stereotypical lifestyle.
The bodies were just piling up around hers. Someone had to do something about it.
He spent his apprenticeship years learning from the king of picking.
She had no idea how she knew it, but she was certain she saw something in his eyes that told her he wasn’t just some random person on the street. As he broke off of his current task, she suspected that he was about to do something more nefarious than he was being paid for.
This cold-blooded and ruthless killer lived in the small town and murdered people without remorse, always staying ahead of the police because he was part of the police.
Every one of his cronies and his own family thought of him as a self centered fat cat. He was anything but. After fooling the world into believing he was a killer, he was actually just a family man who wanted to protect his loved ones.
This grifter had always believed that you can take any information about a person and turn it into your advantage. He found that no matter how slim the chances were, if he could get his hands on information, he could turn it into an easy score.
Someone said that she wasn’t bone white because she was a leper and instead it was because she had spent so much time at the bottom of the ocean. No one dared argue with her after hearing herself out.
Claire is an orphan who always ran with the wrong crowd. She ended up getting strung along by some bad kids and decided to use her miraculous powers for dark, self-centered and sadistic purposes.
Although she was a bit pissed when she found out that she was only the getaway driver, she was definitely not disappointed that he had internet access in prison.
In prison, he decided to learn and know everything there was to know about how to conduct a meth lab. He was never caught as he did this for the better part of his sentence.
But inside, he was a model prisoner who nobody would mess with.
He usually worked alone. However, it did help matters that he was bulletproof. Wounds never bothered him and he was able to take a good amount of punishment.
She was the only woman in her agency. It didn’t matter to her. She was so good at her job, and she was so rough and tough that nobody complained once it came to wanting her in a tough case.
Unbeknownst to the conservative dresser from California and the blue state loving politician, they were both embroiled in an online extramarital affair which would come back to bite them both.
It bothered her that the company wasn’t even close to where she thought it would be in terms of success. So she decided she would cut the company open, steal all the money and run. There would be no way to stop her and definitely no way to trace her back to the heist.
The terrorist groups in England and Northern Europe loved him for all of the chaos that he would bring to the streets on the Fourth of July.
She knew how to solve cold cases. She knew that the cops were always a step behind because they picked up whoever had information the fastest. Her angle, however, was deeper. She ended up with inside information and a lot of resources.
Now despite confessing to the crime, he was insisting that he didn’t do it. Either way, he was going down hard for this crime. Was he innocent? Or was he just a really great fabricator?
She was left with no family, no home, and no other way to provide for herself or for her two children than prostitution.
He used his power and his wealth to influence an entire legislative branch.
His sister had always been a thorn in his side. She was the one person who his old man loved above all else. He was willing to willingly give up his life for her, too.
How do you go from being a well-known slasher to being an investigator in the FBI?
His love of money led him to break into houses across the city every single day for a year.
He went to prison as a young, not very bright man and came out a genius behind bars. However, being in prison had given him the chance to study up on the business practices of one of the most powerful cartels in the world.
Working with her husband on the police force, she always made sure to keep a gun on her. Her husband had been killed earlier that day and she was determined to get the man who did it.
Inside prison, almost no one knew who she really was, but everyone feared her because few who stood in the path of her scalding temper would ever be the same.
He had only recently gotten his MBA in prison but it seemed that the educational requirement was advantageous after prison more than it was helpful in court.
She’d always had to bandage her knuckles and hide the welts on her arms. The bruises were bad enough, but the shame of getting caught meant she’d always come across as if she was lying.
On the eve of her Senatorial campaign, it seemed that the most controversial story imaginable was about to be unearthed. An illegally adopted child that would label every aspect of her political career was about to come to light and it did – along with other secrets.
When he decided to leave a crime organization he had to completely sever ties with them, including never contacting any of them ever again.
A cop who had gotten fed up with dealing with guilt from time to time breaks from his job and goes after the very same murders that he uses to solve as an officer.
When it came to white collar crime, he wasn’t afraid to bend the law in order to gain an unfair advantage over his rivals.
He was working in industrial espionage until his son, who he loved more than life itself, was taken off the street and never heard from again. Devastated, he goes to the police and helps put away the bad guys who did it. But there were bigger and worse people, which he just might have gone up against if he had never turned informant on them.
He was a successful woman who had created her own clothing premium line and due to her hard work and determination now she was the most powerful executive at her company.
She was the best ambulance driver in her city. For ten years, she lived the best life humanity had to offer.
Stealing is not a big deal. What is gross is what happens after these pieces of art get to the black market and wall street.
At times he felt that he was here purely because of a conspiracy that had gone against him. Many people had died around him in impossible ways and he was just about certain that someone or something caused it. It was several days until he had to get back into AA because he had had a few drinks far beyond his limit. He looked over to his car at the man sitting inside. His dealings on the streets weren’t usually called by big names, but this man insisted that his new right hand had a name and that name was Death.
One of his group would make an argument about how this was so wrong, and how they could potentially be caught and convicted of a crime that could send them to prison for the rest of their lives.
A couple of years in the army taught this man how to be an expert in infantry as well as ways to impress important clients with guns that had to be silenced. She was the go to when silence had to be guaranteed.
She loved interacting with people with her magic trained. She liked the thrill and almost never used her magic unless there was a real money prize attached to it.
His love of hunting and guns as a kid turned into a skill for being able to kill anyone who he felt would hurt him or his gang.
A prestigious art gallery owner always ran a very tight ship in all regards. There was never any sloppiness in his dealings with anyone either. One night, it appeared that he had let his guard fall as he hung the masterpiece by the same artist that previously stole a piece from his gallery’s collection. It would seem that someone realized they could conceivably steal from the best to learn how but more importantly how to avoid falling prey to the same.
Upset with life and this ungrateful world, this man frequently would let blue and red explode out of his mind onto the canvas.
She used her wealth and connections to manipulate everyone that she came across. On the outside she would give her wealth away to flaunt her kindness, but on the inside she laughed at their kindness.
It was eerily quiet in the small café. Everyone stared at the stranger. When the stranger finally ordered, he snapped his fingers and the server nervously asked what he wanted to order. The stranger kept repeating “The chicken”. Eventually the server relented and brought him the now ordered chicken.
After he was released from prison, the first thing he did was meet with his fellow mob bosses to plan what they would do to ensure that they all kept their profits and made even more money.
She had climbed her way from the bottom to the very top and took care of ALL secrets.
She was the little girl that would limp out to the middle of the playground, alone, in the rain. Where she would sit silently as the other kids glared at her, wishing she would get a sodden, painful death. She never made a sound when she sat on that wet, cold tarmac not bothering to bring a brown bag, or a lunch bag.
He had a unique ability when he was in a room with someone. He could literally manipulate them into doing just about anything he wanted them to, even murder. But what would a filthy cop and a genius mob boss see in each other?
Guys like him rarely sit. There is too much money to be made. This business was his life and he would do anything to ensure its longevity.
During World War II the United States decided to move the manufacturing company to a drier place. When all the owners were gone out of town they were apprehended, shot, and buried in the desert. With no one knowing what happened and with no evidence, the case went cold.
Such a soft, pretty thing she was too, and she had definitely earned her way into that household of sin.
She was a killer and a hit woman but she didn’t always feel like she belonged in the world that she had created for herself. She had only learned to disregard her humanity after the third kill but her heart still allowed her to lose track of time before they made a move.
Working in child protective services can easily wear a person out with the amount of family problems that are going through in each home. One family failed to show up for their regularly scheduled doubles matching case. This concerned her to no end and she became very scared for the boys’ safety.
Childhood best friends turned enemies. The only thing more powerful than an unstoppable force and immovable object is when they come together to create a totally death defying friendship.
He wanted to start new life but he needed some money to get started which was why he decided to becoming a hitwoman for hire
He was living outside of his territory and ended up killing a bunch of random cops that had decided to mess around in Mafia business.
He had just begun a life of crime after spending most of his life as an ex-race car driver with 10 championships already in his belt. He was already knee deep in the eminent “Panama Papers.”
He died a lonely man with no one to visit or tuck him in at the end of his long life.
When this man was just a boy he watched his parents get killed in front of his very eyes.
This character has a pet ferret that he takes with him everywhere!
Two killers were planning to ice each other because one had sic’d a contract hit on the other for plotting a coup d’etat whereby he would move in on his gangland partner’s territory.
He wasn’t one of the nicest people in the world. In fact, he probably wasn’t even on the good list.
Her name was feared by the very worst criminals who led crowds with guns and protection rackets. Her name meant death, the grim reaper and when whispered into the ears of those mob bosses, it was almost a plea for help from the law enforcement community. Mandy knew she wasn’t invincible though. Working undercover she was pulling double duty and filling in as a detective. It was a world of deceit and untrustworthy people where colleagues were just as likely to be working for the other side as the person they sat beside.
He would steal anything he could hide under his trench coat. She was getting to be too old to keep up with the lifestyle and wanted out but knew that nobody would understand her reasoning.
She was just trying to make her life better than what it had been. She was sick of people stealing from her and hurting her. One day she was going to take them all down. With her newfound ability to control her body temperature she was going to sit by the fire until her target just dropped dead.
But one day when being driven by his usual getaway driver he makes the mistake of getting into a car with someone outside his circle of trust. Needless to say, she was a spy for a different mob family.
She was a woman of many appetites and she seemed to go from man to man in search of one that pleased her either physically and/or intellectually.
Growing up she only really had herself. Everyone considered her to be a nuisance and an imposition on each set of parents who opened their homes to her.
When a man finds the woman he thought had killed his wife, he would go on a journey into the seedy underbelly of the Paris streets to get his closure and to have
When she asked her sister, the first thing that she said was “please find a new hobby.” And when she was asked her teacher, her teacher recommended a form of “therapy” rather than quitting.
This girl really just wanted to be someone’s prison wife. The only thing she wanted was to be by her man’s side no matter what.
He may or may not have been a technological genius who had created a near untraceable way to transfer money across the world.
He had a heart for money but little else. He would do almost anything for a buck but he wouldn’t produce a dime for charity. On the other side, he donated tens of thousands of dollars to poor and homeless people on a regular basis.
He was investigating a murder of someone he had grown up with.
She was working on her PhD in Management at a local university when she was gang raped. The neighborhood landlords didn’t like this and pepper sprayed her all over her desk. This made her physically ill and now she had an intense fear of heights.
He is known as the figurehead for this underground group of modern-day pirates.
He felt like he was quitting early, giving up on his dreams of earning a legitimate living. It seemed like the only way he had been able to get by was with his inherited family money. It made living in a nice house easy. Because of his inheritance, he could say that he truly didn’t have any worries. But he still had a restless feeling inside of him. He didn’t really have any specific long term goals that he was setting for himself except work things out financially while trying to enjoy life as much as possible.
Just a few months ago she was forced to hide in the home where she was abused. Now it’s behind her and if she needs to kill someone in order to get their secrets just so she can defeat her attacker, so be it.
He earned his living hacking everything from power grids to cell phone communication traffic. His favorite target was financial international networks and exchanges through which he made a lot of money with off the record financial deals.
A group of friends were vacationing at a bed and breakfast when they stumbled upon a body which they thought looked a lot like one of the judges from their hometown.
Then a rival got kidnapped and executed on his watch. He knew how to create indestructible organizations, but when it came to this new age whiz kid he hadn’t a clue how to handle him.

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