Conflicted Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“I know you are still mad at me. It’s ok if you don’t want to answer just listen to me.” “Rose, every person differs from another, everybody has different thoughts, different views regarding the world.” “You have a separate view for the same case which is the center of anger, fear, gossip, and attention of the Duluth city.” “Similarly, I have a different opinion regarding the crime and criminal.” “Perhaps you are an intellectual who is prudent in the logic of any criminal, but it’s common for an average person to despise a criminal.” “But I hate the criminals to the core, I don’t support the people who violate the law. So, no matter how much your argument is reasonable to describe any crimin

The last thought, the last obsession, the last need inside the mind became the only order left, repeating again and again until there was nothing human enough to question it. These men had already chosen a criminal path before their minds broke. They had robbed, hunted, taken from weaker people, and survived by making others afraid. So when their powers collapsed, that was what stayed. Rob. Kill. Take. Survive. Their bodies remembered it. Their powers obeyed it. Their minds had just enough awareness left to move, attack, and follow the strongest command, but not enough left to stop.

Malik interjects in their conversation. "Oh please, I heard her husband also fucks his secretary at his real estate firm. They are in some kind of open marriage." Zoe continues. "I heard that sometimes they do threesomes with their conquests." "Nasty, can't imagine those old people doing it. She's like over 50, right?" Jody shivers. "Don't be an ageist." Zoe laughs. "Guys," Linda runs into the break room, grabbing everyone's attention. "Something huge just happened." She starts, before taking time to catch her breath.

“I can explain the expansion.” Root stepped closer. “Proceed.” Victoria glanced at her. “You really do talk like a machine.” “I am working on it.” Victoria almost smiled. Then pointed to the programs. “We believed identity partition could rehabilitate people without lifelong punishment.” Elena listened. “At first, only criminal memory clusters.” “Then addiction.” “Violent impulses.” “Trauma.” “Compulsive behavior.” “Shame.” “Grief.” “Eventually?” Victoria looked sick. “Anything patients disliked about themselves.”

“This kind of person has a twisted mind, but if you ask him to swindle Americans, he would not be able to speak a complete sentence in English. Instead, he would only be able to curse at Americans. Even if he wanted to defraud Americans, he would not have the strength to do so. He has a wicked mind but nowhere to use it, so he certainly will not turn his back on his thoughts. He can only find an outlet for it, and in this case, his compatriots are the easiest way out for him.” “In the United States, if an Italian, African, or Eastern-European person suddenly dies mysteriously or gets murdered, there is often times a high probability that the murderer will be their compatriot. This kind of th

She had taken Lily's attempts to heal and turned them into weapons. *Now do you understand?* My wolf asked quietly. *They both need to die.* And suddenly, I did understand. This wasn't about revenge or even justice in the legal sense. This was about cutting out a cancer before it could spread further, about ensuring that two predators could never again destroy an innocent life. Margaret and Davidson weren't just criminals—they were ongoing threats to society, sophisticated predators who had perfected their methods over years. Even if they went to prison, they would find ways to continue their manipulation, to corrupt other inmates or officials, to cause harm from within the system.

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

"There's a danger that some of these folks may be prone to dangerous and threatening outbursts when they return. After learning he had murdered his spouse, the very first brought back to life human had a psychotic breakdown. He even assaulted Dr. Melendez and might have murdered him if we hadn't been there, then committed himself because he couldn't face the atrocities." "Well, they will have to be the first individuals I assist," Kelly said firmly. "If I'm going to be of any use to these folks, I'll really have to keep researching in my leisure time," his eyes were bright and wide as he glanced at Lesley. "The very next time we go downtown for whatever, I'm going to check out the libraries

You are an exconvict. I don't blame anyone for seeing me differently. I am a different man because I have done things I would never mention to survive. I have framed people to get more food. I have hidden things in unmentionable places in my body. I have been served food that had moss growing on it. I have suffered for a crime I did not commit, so anyone could understand if I have anger in my heart.

The warden looked away knowing their job would be in trouble if they interfered. Really, the Brown siblings ' depravity could not be tolerated anymore until the criminal psychology officer was interested in studying it. "Come with us, Mr. and Mrs. Brown. Your time is running out, " warned the young warden who was holding his stick not to beat the troublemaker duo's backs.