Amelia Porter Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Amelia grabbed her phone. For several seconds, she stared at one contact. Unknown. Then another message arrived. You should have left Victoria alone. Her blood froze. She typed quickly. Who are you? The reply came almost immediately. Someone who knows everything you did. Amelia dropped the phone. “No…” Her mind raced. Her mother was in prison. Kelvin was avoiding her. The backer was too mysterious and had stopped answering her calls. … At the rooftop café, Julian closed the folder. “There is more.”

“He’s not my Alpha, he’s the son of a cold hearted, backstabbing monster. I was actually glad when the Lycan King took you. Despite what people think, he’s not a monster. I’ve been around long enough to know that he is a fair king and a good ruler…. Why did you come back? He asked her. “I- I don’t want to talk about it, it’s too complicated.” Carlos nodded his head. I can understand that.” At that moment, Amelia’s phone rang, breaking the Silence. She looked at the caller ID… It was Mr.D calling her. “Excuse me… I have to take this.” She said as she went outside and moved to a corner where no one could hear her. “Hello?” She answered. “Where the fuck are you guys? It’s almost dark and you’re

And also, she (Amelia) was aware of everything that prevailed that unfateful day; she was an accomplice and Eleanor was the mastermind. “I think you all got the wrong, person. I'm not a killer, I'm not!” Eleanor whimpered. “Then if you're not the killer, why do you occur to possess the same face, voice, and name as the killer? You can't fool me, Eleanor. Everyone knew what you did, and that's why I'm here to end it all because I can't let you drag me along to your doom,” Amelia maliciously whispered as she stood in a swift.

Her body shook as that picture of broken and desperate Amelia she had seen earlier played in her mind like a love song. In all her life as Psychiatrist, Brenda had never seen anyone who yearned to die this much as Amelia Rose, It was something she couldn’t just push out of Amelia’s mind, she thought if this woman talked about her life and problems then she would let go and seriously Brenda thought it was going well when she accepted chemotherapy but now she wasn’t sure any more.

] Upon bursting in anger, Ameira heard the phone end, making her lips tremble in madness. Now, she’s sure this killer was behind the cold cases she was investigating. She does not know why this person did this, but Ameira is sure that this person has the ability to manipulate weak individuals, many of whom are depressed, and looking at powerful people — or she was behind those powerful individuals. “Let’s talk.” Ameira back to her senses when Aleja came out from where Dainiel was confined but instead of answering him, she asked him. “How’s the patient? Is she all right?”

She replied thoughtfully. Back at the O’Neil’s mansion, Amelia was having tea with her mother discussing joyfully and reminiscing on good old days when her phone notification sound interrupted them. She picked up her phone and stared blankly at the text, it was from the private investigator she had hired, the text states that he had been compromised. Amelia felt her heart racing as she read the text from her private investigator. She quickly excused herself from her mother and made her way to her bedroom. Her mind was spinning with questions, how could he have been compromised? She had gone to great lengths to ensure that the investigation remained discreet.

Amelia’s signature perfume the dense trace of amber and vanilla. Amelia stood on the threshold, her identical face flushed a deep, unnatural crimson from the biting wind, her shoulders trembling beneath the fabric of Ava's stolen white cashmere cardigan. The fragile, heartbroken victim persona that she had spent weeks meticulously performing for Michael was completely dead. Her dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and glittering with a raw, volatile envy that she could no longer contain behind her engineered smiles. Her fingers were clutched tightly around the strap of her leather handbag, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white as she glared into the dim interior of the concrete room.

She sat at a table, handcuffed and shackled, with a smug smile on her face The first cop sat next to her. “We know you and your mother used your wolves to attack Elliot Gray and his daughter, and you attacked Daisy Wilson twice.” The other cop stood across the table. “Even worse for you is we have a witness who filmed a video of you with their phone when you went into your grandmother’s hospital room and smothered her with a pillow.” “That’s not possible,” Amelia said, but the smug smile had faded away. “You didn’t see the witness because she was in the bathroom,” the second cop said. “But she recorded every second of you in your grandmother’s room.”

“This is a wrong track I tell you. I think that bastard Robert himself planned this whole thing out to come out looking like a saint and frame Dr Sam as he is desperate to get Sarah back after he realized she is rich.” “You should investigate Peter Torres and Rudolf Martinez too. Both of them have criminal bent of mind”, Amelia said walking in. “Peter Torres had come to visit here and was eavesdropping. Only he, apart from us knew that we are going to the beach area to check on the video footage that the tourist took. How come the tourist and hair weaving vendor lady were attacked?”, Amelia stated her suspicions before beckoning Henry to Sarah’s room.

“What do you want me to do? Run away?” "If you're considering leaving me, don't you dare; that isn't the solution, darling. I want to have a meeting with someone, and i am supposed to collect a briefcase filled with money, and i don’t think it’s possible to do that because the man is prone to cheating. And it is said that he likes women. Therefore, I need you to complete a quick task for me.” Amelia could feel her heartbeat. She never imagined that she would take part in a crime. She is to do it with her body at the request of her psychotic husband.