Criminal Mind Novels & Stories

“The police are still looking for the one who did this to you.” I looked up and saw him staring at me. “Hm, but I’m scared that the criminal might try to hurt Miles.” I was a lawyer, and so was Dylan. We were used to thinking about things from every possible angle, to understand the reasons behind them, what happened, and why. Criminals could act either out of conviction or provocation. The hardest ones to deal with were those who acted out of conviction, because they usually had a lot of information. And it wasn’t impossible that whoever did this to me already knew about Miles, and could use that to hurt me. The thought terrified me.

Hence with this concept and sentiment, the good side of it (the reasonableness way of doing things) had then been overshadowed by the dark cloud. Malice aforethought became the order of the day; anywhere they are found in the world. Initiating an unseen criminality record ever practiced by a black community in the world. Where cerebrations and intentions behind a wrongful act is well simulated without shame. A mens rea (knowledge that the act is illegal) well garnered and sponsored. Backed by high government officials of their country at times.

I looked at V with tears streaming down my face. "Rosa, I know what you are feeling. But Xavier is really a dangerous man. He is a PSYCHOPATH, Rosa. He had killed numerous people. He murdered everyone who had ever tried to keep you away from him. Being a Mafia is not a big deal but being a Psycho Mafia is one. He had killed my best Agents. Nick, Mark, Rebecca, Jennie, Katherine, Leon and...." I looked up at him. I grabbed his collar in frustration.

The door closes and I begin trembling. I’m not sure if it’s caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is—all the horrible things I know about him. He’s the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There’s never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he’s responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn’t care.

his victims in the hope that the women can be identified. They are still working on the remaining 43 cases to which he confessed. "Although he is already in prison, the FBI believes it is important to seek justice for every victim, to close every possible case," Christie Palazzolo, an FBI crime analyst, said in a statement. "Believe it or not, you only see evil a few times in your career," Marcia of the Los Angeles Police Department told The New York Times. "Looking into his eyes, I would say that he was pure evil," she recounted. And it is that the amount of details about the murders that he claims to have committed, the majority against women, left detectives, police officers and prosecut

Cutting up his skin deeply as we reached for his heart. The guard still struggled to breathe but Thunder deviously smile at him. He grips it a little making the guard scream and panted uncontrollably under our mercy. He then did something out of my knowledge. He forces the guard to look at him forcing his way into his mind. Flashing memories of the fucker raping three college students on the roadside and another memory were of the bastard molesting four high school students. The ugly and disgusting crime keeps replaying before us. Others were brutally murdered and some were being raped at parties.

You shall accept the veracity. “Shut up! Shut the hell up!” I fought back against my subconscious. I’m always right. You’re a murderer. You’re a bad person. If mom and dad knew what you would turn out to be they’d have been so disappointed. “I’m a good person! Liam! Olivia! Get up!” Murderer. My subconscious mind sang to my pain. “Stop please! I’m a bad person. I killed them,” I sniffled. Accurate. It’s always good to confess to your crimes. But that doesn’t get you out of jail. That doesn’t make you a good person.

The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin. "Did you not hear me the first time?" The man's hot, wet breath fanned across my face. My stomach turned. "I said get on the fucking floor, bitch." His dark eyes gleamed with malice. Some criminals were all bravado. They just wanted to snatch the goods and leave without actualy killing anyone. But the man in front of me? He wouldn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood. He looked like he was itching for it. The drumming of my heart reached a fever pitch.

She knew he was in the Mafia but seeing the killing of the person in front of her eyes was the most dreadful. **He is the same person who is always with kids Who is around the kids while taking care of them. Who is sleeping with her in the same room and same bed. Who is her Husband Who has addiction of blood Who is Psycho Oh Goddd Where I am stuck? He is insane! But he never harms you since you returned even though you hurt him. Shut the hell up! He is a criminal, a chaotic , insane person. He didn’t harm us but his enmity will surely!

" What happened Meg how could you allow yourself to stoop to the level of that criminal and more especially how could I miss the signs " " I was not myself, it was like something possessed me that was not me I could never do something like that please help me. I cannot go to jail please help me. " Sergeant Bloomhof was in a difficult position he felt guilty because he had failed her, so he felt he needed to help set her free at least to make up for his guilt. But another part of him said to him she is a murderer she deserves to rot in jail. " Maybe I could get you a psychiatrist you could declare you were mentally unwell when you committed all these crimes, because I believe that's the only