Criminal Minds 100 Novels & Stories

Page after page after page. How the hell am I supposed to summarize all this in less than five hundred words? This is one of the most famous cases in criminal history. I return to my blank document and pause. At the front of the room, Mr. Madden’s face is faintly illuminated by his screen. It almost looks like he’s staring at a blank document too. I begin typing the core structure first: the year, the confirmed victims, the location, the timeframe, the essential behavioral patterns. Across the room, Mr. Madden continues watching his screen. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifts. Like he’s pleased with whatever he’s looking at.

I saw Camala and Gloria shooting me mocking looks from the corner, and I wanted to rip them apart. But suddenly, an elderly police officer walked over to Camala. With a stern face, he showed his badge. “Even though we haven’t figured out who the criminal is for this case, we need your cooperation for a case that’s more than ten years old!” My eyes widened in disbelief. I recognized him immediately! He was Officer Lewis. He had been in charge of my parents’ murder case! In the end, they concluded that Camala was my parents’ murderer, and the drunkard was the driver who was hired to kill them!

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

MR GAY AND I EPILOGUE PART 1 Jackson and Allison were watching TV when the news about Benson came. "This is the criminal case news brought to you by CC channel. Benson Dawson who was sentenced to life imprisonment and some time in the psychiatrist hospital is now going to serve his time. Reports from the hospital had it that Benson was kept there for ten months and during his stay there, he was vicious and he had to be tied down, sometimes starved because the caregivers were scared he'd kill them. Benson looks like a person with mental problems. I saw him with my own eyes, so it's true that if you spend a some time with people with mental health problems you'll get it too. Despite the fact t

"And now is the time to pay." He hesitated for a long moment, his voice trembling. "I’ll do it." "Good boy," she said sweetly, a cruel smile curving her lips before ending the call. ~~~~~~~~~~ Lenny sat in his dim apartment long after the line went dead. His hands trembled as he placed the phone down. He’d promised himself he’d never cross Nikolai Volkov. He had once witnessed how he had tortured one of his men who had betrayed him and the thought sent a shiver down his spine.

"Now... The police will keep calling us to try to solve the case, because they think there is much more behind these crimes. Apparently, they suspect that there is one more person behind, the mastermind. They agree that the group was made up of very humble people, and that they have never had such an extensive criminal record to want to kill and steal overnight. So, until they find out if there is really someone behind, or if the leader of the group had a mental problem that made him act overnight in an impulsive way, they will continue to call us to give testimony and clarification.” "What about the minor who is hospitalized?” "He died.” I widened my eyes, mentally thanking Flynn for not be

She finally looks up, and I see the pain in her eyes. "I betrayed everyone I loved. Not just once. For five years. Every day." Her voice cracks. "I don't expect forgiveness. I don't deserve it. But you deserve to know the truth about who I am." She steps away quickly, and Chris takes her place. "I'm Chris Morgan," he says, and I hear the steadiness in his voice. "Ten years ago, I was a criminal. I laundered money for organized crime. I hacked financial systems. I stole millions of dollars."

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

There is no rhyme or reason to such an act. ‘People do strange things in the heat of the moment, sir.’ ‘Don’t I know that already Navpreet ...’ said the inspector thoughtfully. He crossed his legs and took a deep breath. ‘Twenty-six years since I joined the police force, there is very little left for me to see. And one thing I have learnt – murder is an amateur’s crime. Of course, I am talking about the regular cases, not serial killers or gangsters. Murderers, they are ordinary people like you and me ... with just one difference. Their common sense has been trumped by their desire for love, freedom, money or power. It is usually one of these. And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter rou

Would it benefit them in some way, or are some people simply blinded by greed? Seven Nevertheless, I hate crimes. I despise gangs. Eight I never imagined myself being affiliated with some criminal organization. Those rumors can sometimes eat my system up. Play with my mind. Nine Allura Everest Marin, I, has her reasons, and they aren't merely because she feels purity, sanity, or dignity bestowed upon her, a reason which she despises. Ten Fog filled the room, with the wind blowing in as the smoke dissipated. "I'm never going to become like them.”