Criminal Mind Novels & Stories

But I can never have him. Because of one tiny, inconvenient detail... Maybe two. He's my Criminal law professor. And he's thirty-nine years old. 16 years older than I am. "The mens rea of a crime is the mental element. The offender's state of mind. In this case scenario, can anyone tell me the mens rea?" he asks at the front of the class. My hand flies above my head. "Miss Bello?" "The intention to steal, sir." "Correct." He smiles.

It was easy to see after such cruel abuse of the homeless man that the abuser had a serious psychological defect. ‘This woman is very dangerous and abnormal. Her maximum sin value must be over 60!’ Jack thought.

It is a question I already know the answer to. “Because I was ordered to.” The conversation ends there and he goes back to his book and I am left once more wondering who it is that I am married to. I craft a book in my mind and I dig out the tunnels of thought that I am trapped within. I give faces to the emotions that live within me. Shame is a vile man with dark eyes, and he lives in my mind. Melancholy has hair the color of snow and lips tainted blue. She lives in my heart. My eyes, my eyes are fear. I am a map of emotions and tunnels. I do not find a face for happiness. It is not a character I have met yet.

The sheet made him shuffle awkwardly towards the bathroom and slowed him down. He didn’t like her being out of his sight, but he also didn’t want her listening to their conversation. He didn’t want her to know what he knew. She may have been a victim once. But when a captor inflicted enough damage onto a victim, they could become the criminal too. He hoped he was wrong, but Craig’s words made that hope fade. Alrick didn’t know what he’d do if he needed to find her guilty. He’d need to hand her over to NARC officials for a fair trial. Alrick hated himself for thinking of it.

Thomas tried. "The Council understands perfectly," Elder Sariah interrupted. "Thomas Morrison, you have confessed in front of witnesses that you orchestrated multiple crimes because you believed—without any actual mate bond—that Ms. Foster belonged to you. You have shown no remorse. No understanding that your actions were wrong. And based on the psychological evaluation we commissioned—" She pulled out a document. "You show clear signs of erotomania. Delusional belief that someone is in love with you despite all evidence to the contrary."

So, I never considered that my deskmates' distress had something to do with her. "Maybe she's trapped in a distorted timeline and just wants to relive her high school days," I suggested. Then, a chilling realization struck me. I turned and grabbed Noah's arm. "How long do mentally ill murderers get locked up in prison?" I asked urgently. Noah was stunned for a moment. Then, he answered regretfully, "They're usually sent to a psychiatric hospital, not prison." So, that was the extent of their punishment even when their victims were vibrant, young, and possibly had much going for them.

Lavina said slowly lifting her eyes to look at Melanie who continued smiling "Yunno I got sold to a brøthel right?? Well,after I worked there for almost 4 years, Brandon decided to sell me to Lewis. Yeah,the idea of being sold to a cold mafia is really scary but. After I got pregnant,he turned sweet and....." "You can't be pregnant for that FlyHeart! You can't be pregnant Melanie!! Abort the damn child,run away or do any fûcking thing! Just leave Lewis alone. He's a killer,a murderer, Laine. That bàstard kîlls for a living !!"Lavina suddenly yelled out.. Her veins popped out dangerously giving it a clear sign she's fûcking mad Her hatred for Lewis knew no bounds. She wished to kîll and castr

Third Person Point-of-View Six months later, a massive snowstorm hit Highville during winter. Matthew was sentenced to death for his multiple crimes. It was carried out immediately. Apparently, he suffered a complete mental breakdown before his punishment and kept shouting that Jamie had returned from the dead. Both Terry and Heather were sentenced to three years in prison for harboring a criminal and bribery.

“Statistics show that most murderers are male, but in addition to that, the amount of strength needed to liquefy the organs through physical assault, as was done to that girl, a male is more likely to be a suspect for it.” I watched the information sink in to Martin. He was a man of many expressions, and I knew every single one of them through years of working alongside each other. ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The girl chuckled before calling the other girl, who was still in the cubicle. "I think your drink was spiked. I'm glad I saw you, Alyssa! What if I didn't? Your mommy will kill me," she said. The woman also came out of the cubicle and sat on the side, "I feel like I'm paralyzed. Damn that drink!" "You two could've been in someone's hands. Someone's bad." The woman with red hair commented as she handed me the lipstick she borrowed. "You shouldn't accept drinks from strangers," I added. The four of us have fixed ourselves. It looks like the two are feeling better since, according to them, they don't feel numb anymore.