Best Quotes Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Ivy tugged at my sleeve and fretted, "Have you lost your mind? Are you seriously going to let them get away with this?" I smiled because I finally understood why Sophie had always known what I was thinking before I did. She hadn't used a hidden camera or any kind of AI algorithm. She definitely couldn't read minds either.

I know just by looking at his eyes, just with the air he's giving off. I've seen different kinds of criminals and some of them had the darkest stories. I could see through them just by their eyes. I could tell when they have something to fear, when they are lying, or simply when they are trying to hide in the darkness they have made for themselves. But Steele's case is different. If I could read the mind of the worst criminal, I couldn't do it to him. Every time I look into his eyes, I could see nothing but complete darkness. It was like he had fully mastered the art of hiding his emotions and thoughts to others.

I broke into a run, by the time I reached the lecture hall, my chest was tight and my hands were shaking, but I didn’t turn back, I didn’t look for him, I didn’t give myself the chance to hear whatever excuse he was ready to throw at me. “Rough morning?” I dropped into my seat, barely glancing at the girl beside me. “You could say that.” The room quieted as Dr. Nathaniel Carter walked in, placing his notes neatly on the desk. “Today we’ll be discussing criminal psychology in high-risk offenders,” he said, scanning the room. “This is not just theory. This is a real-world application.” “Melissa.” I straightened slightly. “Yes, sir?” “What motivates individuals in organized crime?” Dr. Carter a

I do not leave a calling card no imprint of my existence or involvement is ever left behind. By the time my so-called new friends feel the pinch they have no idea who it was that put the squeeze on them. It's kept me alive all this time and the fact that law enforcement was always on my ass added credibility to my cred as a dangerous criminal who was able to outsmart them at every turn. My criminal element was very impressed with my track record, if only the feds knew how their constant hounding kept me in business. Criminals liked nothing better than seeing one of their own getting over on the 'man'.

He chuckled. “Completely out of your limits.” I laughed back. “What if he’s everything you described.” He asked softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “but he turns out to be a criminal? A criminal who’s obsessed with you.” The question felt too personal. This didn’t feel like casual teasing anymore. His tone was steady, determined. “Never” I said lightly, brushing it off. “I’d leave him even if he loved me deeply. A criminal will always be a criminal. Their minds work in twisted ways.”

“You think I’m a criminal mastermind?” I exhaled. He just wouldn’t let the pride go. “That’s not the question, but yes. Compared to my brother—even if I probably shouldn’t be talking about the dead—you are better at what you do.” “Hm.” He nodded once, musing. “I’m impressed that you’re impressed. But I am not a criminal mastermind. That’s just fucking low. I am a very diligent businessman and a genius.” “Is that what they call it these days?”

"You think someone betrayed us?" Nikolai turned slightly, his eyes catching Roman’s. "Yes," he said, "someone made a mistake. And I don’t forgive mistakes," he said pressing the remote control and the screen on the wall lit up. Gasps rippled through the table as everyone glanced at Victor wide-eyed. "So tell me Victor, why is there footage of you picking up the envelope just right after Roman dropped it on my table..." The silence that followed was deafening, no one dared breathe too loudly lest they irk the boss. Victor was sweating uncontrollably as he fell on his knees, his hands lifted in surrender. He didn't get a chance to apologise because the next second a bullet tore through his sku

Yet, to Byron, it didn't seem right. When he got her talking about the other girls, to forget her nervousness and actually talk about them, she did so with such fondness, and love. He knew mental illness could make people do strange things that only made sense to them. He also knew the mentally ill were far more likely to be victims of a crime than perpetrators, contrary to what the media and millions of horror movies have taught us. Even in the cases where the sick person does awful things, it's rarely planned out, at least not to the degree that these deaths must have been. Hannibal Lector, while compelling, was not a real person. And Janice, though smart and charming when she wanted to be

"But from a strictly criminal law standpoint, we still have a major vulnerability in this plan. Even if Deckard publicly claims it’s a setup, and even if you successfully buy out the entire Newton empire... we still won't have a concrete murderer to hand over to the district attorney. We won't have the actual culprit held responsible for my mother's death." "The culprit will expose themselves out of desperation," he shrugs with a terrifying certainty. "Think about the psychology of the real killer. They murdered your mother to secure her massive, multi-million-dollar inheritance. The moment the hostile takeover happens and I hand the Newton empire over to Sydney, the culprit's financial wind

Counter-Strike: Dammit! Counter-Strike: Truman, Robin, Victor, I warn you, the FBI has arrested you on charges of drug smuggling. Be careful, if I catch you, I'll have you shot. Truman: Captain, my main business is arms smuggling. Captain, you have to believe in my innocence, I'm just a scapegoat. Robin: Captain, my main business is money laundering and online transactions. Please believe me, I'm innocent. Monster: What you said is what I wanted to say.