Amelia Porter Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“At Madamoiselle Jones’ last visit, I was…disturbed by her threats against Madame Evelyn and yourself. And so I took it upon myself to hire a private investigator. To have her followed. Paid for from my own pocket, of course.” “Burton,” Victor says, folding his hands together on the desk. “This was unnecessary. I, of course, had my own Betas on the same project. Amelia has been in San Tropez for weeks, bunkered down in a hotel there. She hasn’t left the room in weeks.” “If you will forgive me, sir,” Burton says, hesitating but meeting his eye. “Amelia knows your Beta forces, and having lived in the same home with them for years, she knows quite well how to evade them. She is unaware, however

So I might as well go through with this plan too. Electrified on caffeine, I walk inside the cabin with my coffee, overhearing Amelia, my victim, calling me names. "Ryan is a psychopath with a gun that shouldn't be allowed to run wild and free! He is sick in the head, a total whacko, and I would never fall for the likes of him! I wouldn't kiss him if he was the last man standing on earth-..." I walk inside the kitchen with irritation bubbling up within me. It's annoying, but no matter how robotic I try to act around this woman, she has this way of getting to my core.

How can i be with her 24/7, without falling for h-. what are u thinking Felix! You are an officer.She is just another one of your case. Get it together! It's against protocol! Chief explained to Amelthia what they were gonna do now. Amelthia agreed to everything. "I don't care about anything else as long as he doesn't get his hands on me!!" Amelthia said, standing a little straighter. She quickly rushed inside to grab somethings she had with her, especially her mothers necklace.

The door closed behind her. Amelia stood there, alone in the coffee shop. Her hand slipped into her pocket. Felt the vial. Cold. Smooth. Deadly. She pulled it out and held it up to the light. Two drops. That’s all it would take. Her phone buzzed. A text from Penking. Where are you? Her stomach dropped. She typed back. Went for a walk. I’ll be back soon. The reply came instantly. You have ten minutes. Or I’m sending someone to find you.

“Why are these two always at each other’s throats? Enough of this nonsense! Let’s kill them both and end it!” I gritted my teeth, pushing Uriel’s rage aside. “That’s enough,” I said coldly. “Shut down the restaurant. Make sure no one enters, and take everyone here in for questioning. I’ll decide what to do once I have all the facts.” With no clear answer about whom to trust—Hilary or Rose—I decided it was best to wait for proof. I was about to leave with Rose when a message from Marvin came through our mental link. “Alpha, we just received the lab results,” Marvin said grimly. “The soup was poisoned.”

He opened the door of the room and to his surprise, Amelia was standing right in front of the door with her sunset eyes wide in surprise. “Madam? Since when have you been standing there?” Alfred asked and tried to keep his calm composure. “Is it true?” Amelia asked. “What do you mean, madam Lia?” Alfred asked, sounding like he doesn’t know what Amelia was talking about. “You know what I’m asking, Alfred. Is it true that someone attempted to kill Damian?” Amelia asked again, her voice was shaking as he asks Alfred. Alfred let out a heavy sigh. “Let us go in, first,” he said and escorted Amelia to the living space.

She was still positive that Gregory and Dianne had something to do with Amelia’s disappearance. One morning Lydia woke before Drake, and started to shuffle through all the information they had obtained about Amelia. Each new piece of evidence was pointing towards Amelia being a sociopath. Lydia began to wonder how no one could see Amelia for what she was. As she shuffled through the papers once more, an article caught her eye. Lydia and Drake had only read through the articles pertaining towards information about Amelia, they’d never thought to read the other articles from that day. The article that grabbed Lydia’s attention this time around was titled, *WHO AM I?* and below the title a woma

When I arrived the head of the police gathered enough men to help with the arrest. After an hour of driving from the police station, we arrived at the mansion. The guards stop us to get in but upon showing the warrant they have no choice but to step aside. We headed inside and we saw them at the dining table having dinner. "Alicia Reev you are under arrest for providing false information regarding Amelia Parker's mental state and for sending her to West Valley Psychiatric Institution." the head of the police uttered then walked towards Alicia who is now pale while looking at us.

Now that he had know the mastermind behind the troubles he had had to go lately, his mind quickly flashed back to the list of the five names he couldn't confirm their identity. "A.C," he muttered to himself repeatedly. "Amelia Coleman," he said slowly. "It all makes sense now that Patricia and Amelia are acquaintance, Fargo must have tagged along." He said to himself as the puzzle became easier. "The phone." He rushed towards the wardrobe and slide his hand in, taking out the burner phone. Without wasting time, he copied all the content of the phone to his and tapped the phone. "You're done for, Amelia." He grunted. "I'm going to make each and everyone of you pay for everything you've done."

He didn't want to be scolded again. ************* ONE WEEK LATER In red heels and a beautiful black dress, Amelia appeared in the same mental hospital she had been for more than two years and in the same one where she met her accomplice. The smile had come back to its place, even if it was a false smile. With Alice’s permission and Marcos by her side, she understood that she needed to continue with that revenge until the day she saw it completed. This time Amelia wasn’t going to blink an eye and doubt her own actions against Valeria Valladolid. Alice was far away, the one that was still in the Muriel Hacienda was Celine. She and Marcos were preparing everything for her to go away as Alice h