Catherine Adams Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Lucas continued to get on Adam's nerves and it seemed to work as planned. “I don't care what you think about me and I don't have time to bond over this stupid conversation. Give me the damn documents! Or else, you wouldn't like what I’m going to do.” Adams threatened, the corner of his lips curling up into a wicked smile. ____ On the other side, Monalisa managed to open the locker with her hair pin after struggling a little. Carefully, she pushed the door open and walked into the room. Katerina was tied up on the wooden chair in the center of the room and she looked weaker than the previous night. Kate hadn't eaten or drink water because she didn't trust anything Adams offered her.

"My job is to haunt criminals like you down and I'd be dammed if I let you get away with murder again. Those ladies you killed plus Grace and Simon , would finally rest in peace." "It was Adams that killed Simon, he used that nurse at the hospital, I only set the house on fire. Besides, I killed Adams, shouldn't you be grateful?" he yelled at Chadwick, his viens popping in his head. "You too should be punished. Surrender now, and let everything be over. No criminal should go scot free." If Thomas had been trying to be remain sane before, he threw the handle away and flipped. "Do you think I enjoy killing people? Do you think I love asking for forgiveness all the time? Do you think I don't ha

“Tell me about the man who killed Catherine Thompson.” The shift was subtle, but it was enough. I forced myself to push Bobby out of my mind and focus instead on the crime itself, on Catherine, on the details that had kept me awake night after night. “You’re dealing with a sexual psychopath,” I began, my voice sounding unfamiliar even to me. “Her murder was a manifestation of corrupt lust.” “There were no signs of sexual assault.”

After dinner ended, Axel helped the maids take the plates to the kitchen. Arabella’s phone rang and she walked towards her room, speaking on the phone. Adrian and Catherine sat across from each other for a while in silence. Catherine cleared her throat, “I–I will be turning myself in tomorrow.” “I already told Axel I will be going away for a very long time, just in case he asks.” Adrian wanted to announce the real criminal had been caught, but looking at her always made his heart hurt. “Good for you.” He stood up, attempting to walk away.

My hands clamped over his arms as I listened to our breathing. “I love you, Tyler,” I mumbled the moment his mouth nuzzled my neck. “Maddox was not able to touch me. I was able to fend him off.” “We will make him pay for everything he did to you, Catherine.” “I don’t want to think about him anymore, but there were so many things to say. But first, we need to save Mindy there.” “Who’s Mindy?” “She’s an Omega serving at the packhouse. She helped me a lot. I felt Maddox was abusing her, but she was not allowed to say anything about it.”

I sipped on my wine and traced the lid with my finger. “But honestly, I find her really bold and interesting. Apart from that, she’s so beautiful and sexy. Did you see that perfect hourglass body? Damn, I swear, I’ve never seen a girl as hot as her. She has perfect boobs, her waist is so thin, and her ass—" “Katherine,” Adam called coldly. “What?” He put his glass down and went closer and moved his head down. The thoughts running in my head just now vanished like dust carried by a strong wind. My grip on the wineglass tightened, and I swallowed hard.

Theo's voice was laced with worry, his eyes searching hers for answers. A tempest of emotions raged within her at that moment. She couldn't help but feel a surge of elation at the news of Dario's awakening, for she had grown genuinely fond of him during her visits to him at the hospital. But this joy was swiftly eclipsed by the looming specter of her deceit, of the intricate web of impersonation she had woven. The realization of the impending reckoning gnawed at her conscience like a relentless predator. Catherine teetered on the precipice of a full-blown panic attack, her hands trembling uncontrollably, her vision swaying as if through a haze. The mere thought of prison sent shivers down he

"I am being reasonable. You're asking me to lie. To say that everything I experienced, everything I witnessed, everything the PI found was just paranoia and jealousy. I won't do it." "Then you'll go to jail," Catherine said flatly. "You'll be charged with assault, you'll lose in court because you have no defense, and you'll spend the next few years in prison while Damon moves on with his life." "Maybe. But at least I'll know I didn't give up." "This isn't about giving up, it's about being smart..."

No one would believe me if I told them how fast he ran. I'd heard Catherine's voice outside the infirmary earlier, but seeing her now—this wasn't the confused, helpless woman who'd returned to the pack with dementia. Evelyn had confirmed the diagnosis back then. Said her mother's mind was going. But the woman in front of me now was sharp, focused, completely aware. How was that possible? And what was her relationship with this white-haired man? Why was he here? Catherine looked between us, saw the gun in Cole's hand, my hesitation. She smiled. "You weren't about to do what I think you were, were you?"

The room was dimly lit, the pale yellow glow from the antique ceiling lamp casting elongated shadows across the cracked marble floor. Adrian—no, Damion in Adrian’s body—stood with his arms crossed in front of his grandmother, his jaw clenched tight, his knuckles pale from how hard he was gripping his biceps. Catherine looked older than she had just yesterday. The weight of secrets, the ache of time, and the fear of what might come had lined her face more deeply than usual. Her frail hands trembled, but her voice—when it came—was steady.