Criminal Minds 100 Novels & Stories

(Bright's POV) Understanding the minds of criminals is my job. Sitting in a locked room with a person who's seen a lot of people die before his eyes doesn't bother me anymore. In fact, it never did. I see a maximum security prison as an amusement park. But instead of fun rides and various attractions, the stars of this place are serial killers and their magnificent crimes. Killing is a form of art, and I'm just one of a million people who would fall asleep with their dark confessions like it's some bedtime story.

"I am scared of her next move. We need to strike before she does, and you know hers blow stronger. Let's kill her. If we get rid of her, it will solve half of our problem. Don't worry, I know the best hitman." He stood up, pacing slowly. He was fighting within himself. He could be anything, but not a killer. Then Mike's voice echoed in his head, “We need strong evidence to nail her.” He quickly waved it aside. "I don't want to be convicted for murder. What if we get caught in the process? I can't afford to go to jail." She laughed at him, seeing how evidently scared he was. Then her face turned serious. "I don't know if I am overthinking. But all the time I was with Daniella, the way she tal

“This just proves that the guy who showed up last night is the same one I ran over. And the other guy—the one with the Cerberus tattoo—they all came from the same hole.” “Yeah, it can’t be a coincidence. You literally crossed paths with Be’s dealer. That’s insane. What are the odds?” I wonder the same. “Was there anything else in Be’s notes that might explain what this card means?” Camile opens her phone gallery and shows me some recent photos. “I found notes about the drugs he picked up. Mostly weed and coke. If I got it right, he owes those guys almost fifteen grand.” She narrows her eyes, shaking her head. Worry lines her face. “There were also random names with different amounts. Could b

His eyes rimmed red as he continued, "I can't prove it was just a dream, but Wesley is here. You're here. We're together." He cradled my face, pressing his forehead against mine. "We nearly fell for her trap. Grant me redemption. Let's protect our family together." I shut my eyes, nodding as tears fell. This time they were not cold. Sleepless hours stretched. Our hands clasped as we quietly watched over Wesley. The police disclosed Tessa's full confession. Sick obsession was her motive. A week later, the charges were dropped. Tessa got sentenced for attempted assault, trespass, harassment, and more.

He looks terrified. The anchor's voice cuts through the haze of my shock, her words painting a horrifying picture. “The pair were responsible for the trafficking and illegal harvesting of organs from humans. The crimes spanned nearly a decade. Authorities estimate the number of victims exceeds three hundred.” Three hundred. My stomach churns. My mind flashes back to that room in his penthouse. The organ deliveries. All of them stacked on the shelves. "Remember when you believed they were movie props?" Kira whispers. "Wanted to believe," I correct, "difference."

These were typically people who had large debts they could never repay and had families they needed to protect. "Wh-what crime do I need to confess to?" The middle-aged man with a wife and two daughters asked desperately. "You fired a rocket launcher at the home of a loan shark who charged absurdly high interest. It was an act committed out of burning vengeance against someone who ruined your life." The terrified men's faces contorted. "A rocket launcher? That's ridiculous... There's no way the police would believe that. How could anyone get such a weapon in the middle of New York? I'm just an ordinary drug dealer!"