7 Seconds Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Too calm. Back at the estate, Aria refused to sit. She paced the nursery floor, staring at the empty crib like it might give her answers. Something felt wrong. Not just the kidnapping. The way it happened. No broken locks. No alarms triggered. Seven seconds of darkness. Seven seconds. Her eyes moved slowly toward the hallway camera mounted near the ceiling. Seven seconds meant someone knew the system. Someone inside. Her stomach turned. In the security room, Luca replayed the footage again. “There,” one of the tech men said.

The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47. Midnight is thirteen minutes away. The numbers glow red in the dark room, pulsing like a heartbeat, like a countdown, like a warning. Nathaniel is on the phone with Marcus, his voice low, urgent, the words spilling out in rushed bursts. Julian is pulling security footage from the building across the street, frame by frame, searching for a face, a shadow, a shape in the dark.

"I am sorry for the marriage of seven years and for our child. I have now suffered the consequences. Turns out Emily never loved me. She just wanted to use me to get what she wanted. I was too foolish and hurt the one who loved me the most." After he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Having been with him for seven years, I naturally understood his habits. Seeing him like this, I knew he truly regretted what he did. Yet, his current reflection was what I had once longed for. But now it was too late. It was all useless. He weakly pushed himself up from the ground and then took out a credit card from his pocket, handing it to me. "I was severely beaten in Heliaston, and

I was beginning to hate our legal system. The detective shows are very misleading. The shows make it seem like everything is resolved within a week, but in reality, it takes months! Months! During that time, Kimia’s attackers are out on bail. It just isn’t fair. Well, from my point of view anyway.

Brown. My first two months here were a struggle. Having the ability to read people's minds was not always a gift, it's rather a curse. I remember one instance while I was waiting for Martin just outside the school premises. I saw a man standing across from me. An ordinary person would never suspect that he was up to something evil. But his thoughts were clear to me. I can read minds. The man was waiting for his supposed victim. A woman crossed the pedestrian lane, going in the direction of the man. I knew she was in great danger but I cannot shout and tell her that she's about to get killed by that man. Besides, I didn't know if she would believe me, he was her husband after all. A day after

He was driving like a hunted man protecting a woman the world wanted to break. It took thirty-five minutes before they reached the outskirts of the city and turned down a narrow dirt road. Karen lifted her head weakly. “Where are we?” “Close your eyes,” Peter murmured. “We’re almost there.” She didn’t close them. She couldn’t. Not when she felt him slipping emotionally, sinking into a darkness she didn’t recognize. The road led into a thick cluster of trees. A small cabin appeared between them, surrounded by silence and safety. No cameras.

"Mom… From now on, it's just going to be you, Dad, Daniel and me. Our family is going to be just fine!" ... After that, our family returned to a peaceful life. I smoothly started working at the department store after the New Year. As for Victoria, I heard that she was sentenced for attempted murder, and the timing was politically bad for her. They said that she would not be getting out for 20 years. By now, she should already be on her way to prison to serve her sentence. "Miss, can I get a pound of those mints?" "Sure thing! Just wait a moment, I'll weigh them for you."

A pinhead sized red dot. Miles away, in a lab filled with humming lights and glass walls, a man watched the feed fade out. He didn't look surprised. He tapped the screen once, then scribbled on a tablet: Subject Seven, First Kill Confirmed. Proceed to Stage Two. A slow smile crept across his lips. "Welcome to the real world, little wolf.”

Dozens of crates, unmarked, except for a faint stenciled number: 19-9. Thomas muttered, “That’s not subtle.” “Neither is he.” We reached the first stack. I crouched, pulling the satchel open, fingers working quick, planting the charge at the base. Thomas kept lookout, his shadow twitching with every sweep of a flashlight. “Three minutes per charge,” I murmured. “Plenty of time if we’re ghosts.” “Problem is…” I set the timer, stood, knife ready. “…we’re not ghosts.” Footsteps. Voices. Two men turning the corner.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'