7 Seconds Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Rheya’s POV The invisible clock in my head is ticking. It’s taken me ten minutes to try to calm my nerves down from what just went down outside. Although I am feeling better since the police car took that criminal away, I can’t seem to get that look on his face off my mind.

He was stopped by a gunshot. "Hands up!" Arcilla shouted. "N-No, No! Inspector! Stop!" Arcilla looked at me. We were surrounded ny police men at this point. All pointing a gun at the two criminals. "How much time do we have left?" I asked. "5 minutes and 23 seconds." I looked at Chain and Arcilla. 20, 19, 18... "Did you hurt the kids?" I asked again. 15, 14, 13... "No. They're perfectly safe in there, Without a single scratch." I squinted my eyes. Someone did this for attention, Our Attention.

He scrolled through channels until he came across Criminal Minds. We spent most of the morning watching criminal minds in my penthouse. It's weird saying that now, I'm a part of the mafia now. I have two guns and a car, and then on top of that, I have a fucking penthouse. As my brothers and I watched Criminal Minds, my mind drifted to the day they brought me home. I honestly thought it was going to be the same as Jake and Mary but I was wrong. I have never had this many people love me. It was always just Jake and Mary, I. They always told me that no one would love me or want me.

Khali laughed. As everyone was busy eating, Khali looked at Brent for a moment, then closed her eyes. Moments later, she entered his mind. 'I know you and what you did two years ago.' Brent looked around. Tristan looked at them. "Are you all right?" asked Tristan. Brent shook his head. "Nothing." as he continued to eat. 'You killed someone two years ago.' Brent's facelifted again. 'You know, I know the three of you? And you'll be imprisoned in no time. '

Allie Saturday morning, 7:00 AM. The time when it all happened. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process what was happening, what was happening to me at that very moment. I get out of bed with difficulty and sit up, I rest my hand on my chest and cough in desperation as I struggle against my lungs to be able to breathe, it's not anxiety, it's my illness acting against me, doing its thing. Mom comes running into my room and talks to me but I don't hear her, all my senses are focused on finding more oxygen so I can breathe but despite my attempts I can't do it, it's all in vain.

She felt isolated, but safe at the same time. She sat there on the steps for a while just trying to calm and center herself. Things had been so off lately. Almost nothing made any sense to her anymore. She had heard that growing up was hard to do. But the things that had happened in the last twenty-four plus hours just took the cake. She didn't want to think about anything really. So she focused completely on clearing her mind. She sat there for a long while just staring at the moon. Eventually, the damp air made her feel chilled to the bone and she began to shiver.

Cassia stared at the clock on the wall as it struck midnight, her palms slick with nervous sweat. The card in her pocket was a constant reminder of what was coming. Room 7. Midnight. Live demonstration. The words had burned into her skin since the moment he handed it to her.

“But I have to prove something to myself.” Then she pressed the button. A soft beep. The screen next to the panel lit up. T-minus 10:00 The numbers began to tick down. Nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds left. Jake's breath caught in his throat. It was real. It was happening. Lila stepped back, her jaw clenched, eyes locked on the countdown as if sheer willpower might bend time itself. Jake’s mind reeled. With every tick of the descending numbers, images burst into his brain—screams, the smell of burnt metal, crimson pooling under broken bodies, sirens that came too late. The past flashed like broken glass through his memory, jagged and raw.

I've only been here a little over two weeks and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I actually lost my mind a long time ago, but now, I was just falling deeper and deeper into insanity and I think it has to do with the fact that I was becoming obsessed with Kitty. I had created this entire thing in my head that I knew wasn't normal but I couldn't stop it. "Because of Kitty," I repeated to Mason once again and he shook his head as he chuckled and moved away, his hands covered in my blood. "Kitty will be the death of you, Prisoner VII," Mason said as he washed his hands in the basin, "you really going through all of this for her? Who's running the drug industry if you're here in this place?"

Each second stretched out agonisingly, each one a reminder of the danger we were clearly in and each one a reminder that I was now dealing with one very pissed-off demon, who didn't appreciate being blackmailed one little bit. After a while, he dropped his hand from my mouth, but didn't let go of me, and I swallowed, trying to control my breathing. Three minutes felt like a lifetime. Three minutes was like a prison. A clock chimed, its lyrical steady beat striking twelve times and filling the room beyond with a pleasant, resounding echo that seemed to reverberate in my ears long after it had stopped. Still, Ethan didn't move and on the other side of the curtain, I could hear the sound of shu