Browsing Crime Stories

In the shadow of ancient Rome, an archaeologist unearths more than artifacts. A forbidden gate whispers secrets across centuries. When Iole, a modern archaeologist, uncovers an ancient Roman gate, she's swept into a world where science meets the supernatural. Alongside Lucius, a brilliant Roman scientist ahead of his time and eager to explore the uncharted, Iole unravels a timeless mystery of love, curses, and the secrets of time itself. The past beckons, and destiny awaits beyond the misty veil.

Crime murder thrill saga of Pete and Jake magnet fisherman out on a river in the Texas hill country. A pickup with two

This isn’t a story about what broke her. It’s about what couldn’t.

He thought it was their first date; she knew it was their anniversary.

In 1988, Sarah Christianson went missing...

Vince Foster is a father, husband, and best friend of the new President of the United States, Bill Clinton. He is also a close friend of the new First Lady, Hillary Clinton. He moves to Washington, D.C. to help set up the transition of power from the Bush to the Clinton Presidency and remains.

After her sister’s death, Cassandra takes in her niece only to realize the child knows far too much… and isn’t nearly as innocent as she seems.

She has always known she was different — shy, thoughtful, and torn between her Plebeian roots and whispers of an ancient secret that her family refuses to speak of. But when an unexpected tragedy thrusts her into the dangerous political world of the Early Roman Republic, she faces truths that will alter the course of her life — and Rome's history — forever.

The Experiment

She kissed him goodbye knowing he wouldn't remember her by tomorrow. We will get to that part later. Fine, I gasp, exasperated. I do love my mother—deeply, truly—but she can be unbearably overbearing at times. It’s like living with a steamroller made of lace and unsolicited advice. She means well, I think, but she’s got her own... methods. Tonight, for example, she served eggs, bacon, and waffles for dinner. Not brunch. Not breakfast-for-dinner-as-a-fun-change. Just... dinner. And you know what? That’s our favorite. Mine, hers, and even Joseph's—back when he had the ability to chew.