Criminal Minds 100 Novels & Stories

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He couldn’t believe he’d had anything to do with such a slimy bitch and… “Erm… according to the file here….” Mr Paul started glancing at the papers in his hands, “She has Brain Cancer, bipolar disorders and some other mental disorder that wasn’t disclosed here. It is to note that she’d associated with hard drugs and overdosed on a certain medication that is not stated here too. All these were before the attacks on you and Miss Madison, and right now, her lawyer and father are claiming that she was not in the right senses when she committed all those crimes.” “What!” Damien and Madison both said in unison, their eyes straying until they met each other, and at the same time, their jaw dropped

“You being accused somehow make sense because you might have had your criminal impulse that day—” I stopped in my tracks which made him do too. I faced him and spoke in a firm manner, “Would you please refrain from speaking any symptoms related to my condition? It makes me uncomfortable. My crime-solving partner thinks that I am as evil as a criminal mastermind? Outrageous,” and then, I turned my back at him and continued my trip out of the JHB.

I'll kill that bîtch' Michelle gritted her teeth making Tikka chuckled "You mean Salma McKenzie?" "Huh!?!?' "Don't worry your little head Michelle. She's getting her piece of cake" Graveyard Cartel** "Where am I!?, let me go !"Fiona kept yelling trying to break free. Her hands and legs were bonded tightly with ropes The room was dark and absolutely dirty "Who ever you are, you'll pay for this. You don't know who I am!!" she hollard and a dry laughter could be heard. Fear seized her seeing Lewis emerge from the dark

But her heart wouldn’t stop hammering. “Criminal psychology is about understanding the minds of those who operate in the shadows,” Dominic continued, his voice deep, smooth—almost hypnotic. “Criminals, masterminds, manipulators. They all have patterns. They all have weaknesses.” His gaze flicked to her again at that last word. Was that meant for her? Isla clenched her jaw, refusing to let him see how much he was getting to her. If he wanted to intimidate me, he’d have to try harder.

Nothing could sway his newfound hope. Two weeks later, a lonely woman walked in with a bizarre story full of fantasy. The Inspector was well aware that the movies Zambian television channels were airing were confusing most young women. Evidently, the woman who could have been a first client talked about dreams. She talked of five people she wanted to trace and possibly exterminate. Yes, he was a police officer but he never thought he could be a gun for hire. Her story could surely make a nice fiction movie in Hollywood.

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.

"You really shouldn’t know, I don’t know if you can handle going deep into the gory details" Somehow, it sounded like he was worried about me and I really shouldn’t venture into it but I shrugged the thought off. I want to know the kind of criminal I was dealing with. "Trust me, I've seen worse" I tried to sound as convincing as I could even though my heart was hammering at the thought of learning something horrible about the murder. "are you sure?"

That was why he wanted Karen. Why he wanted the baby gone. Why he wanted Peter broken. “Not this time,” Peter whispered into the still room. “Not again.” MARK THE FIRST CLUE Miles away, Mark stood inside Peter’s mansion, in the dark of his brother’s living room. Rain dripped from his hair, soaking his clothes, but he didn’t move. He simply stared around the empty space… eyes simmering with venom. Kane stepped in behind him. “You won’t find them here,” Kane said. “Peter is smarter than that.”

The needle jabs into my neck. I jerk. Gasp. And then.. Darkness. Not death. Not yet. Drugged. Paralysis creeping into my limbs. Limbs that once danced with blades. That once carved obedience into traitors. Sabrina stares at me like I’m a monster. Let her. They’ll lock me up. Try to rip answers from me. Try to break a woman who already bleeds for fun. Let them try. Because I’m still smiling. This isn’t the end. This is the beginning. And when Nora comes—