Criminal Minds 100 Novels & Stories

This wasn't a single crime. This was a lifetime of rot. The camera zoomed in on Anthony's face again. It was like the cameraman had a thing or two against Anthony. Who wouldn't? Anthony's jaw tightened, just slightly. Barely noticeable, but I saw it. I saw the panic that flashed through his face. The prosecutor concluded the opening with a single sentence: "The evidence will show that Anthony Robinson believed money could erase consequences." "And honestly? His belief has been true until today. He's been getting away with his crimes for years, unnoticed. We can't allow it to continue!"

Hearing their support, Lucius became completely lost in his own power trip. He walked to the front of the stage and, facing everyone, declared in a booming voice: "By the authority of the Alliance Chairman, and invoking the ancient laws, I find the criminal Clara Winters guilty of promiscuity, deceit, and treason!" He paused, a cruel glint in his eye. "I sentence her and the bastard in her womb to—" Just as he was about to say the words "death by fire," a calm voice cut him off. "Wait." I slowly rose from my seat. My gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on his stunned face.

Above it, carved into the stone arch, were three words that made Khelani’s blood run cold: THE LUST MIRROR ROOM The voice continued, softer now, intimate and cruel. “In that room, a mirror waits. It shows no reflection. Instead, it reveals the deepest, darkest sexual fantasy buried inside your soul—the one you have never spoken aloud, never dared to act upon. And once you see it, you will have no choice but to live it. With the person nearest to you. Or the people nearest to you.” The group exchanged terrified glances. “The mirror chooses the order. The mirror chooses the pairings. And the mirror… never lies.”

Not that hard. Anyways this week we finally got to win this case about a murder happening inside a factory. The worker's family blamed the factory and their work environment while it was all the wife's fault. Charging the factory for unhealthy conditions in the workplace when the heart attack of the man was a result of a poison. Belladonna. It's not the first case like that, that I have won. This other time I had to work with a serial killer. Dramatic experience since I almost got killed but amazing sex, so that kind of balanced things. Before the trial, the police busted in the court accusing my client of things he clearly hadn't commit just to frame him. Until this was fully taken care, I

Letting out a growl she runs to the area, the bricked walls not so high but in the height where a human cannot climb, she walks in, the interior is the walls of separate rooms in different heights, where some are short one wall and some are two, typically like a maze. Cautiously she tramples across the bare land, her eyes catching every corner. Her movements stop, she steps back leaning on to the large wall...The sound of footsteps get closer... She jumps forward when a familiar man comes to her view, the man who murdered Philips's son, she read through the files in Mintz’s office to find out whether Mintz had known about it and as expected he did know, he knows everything behind the AIM’s c

I asked. “Hmmm about a few hours more boss….is there a problem???” He asked. “Alright getting fucking tired….have you gotten the information I asked yet??” “I did get some boss.” “What is it???” “A few years ago, Alonzo was admitted in a mental asylum for quite a while after he exhibited some signs of violence and odd behaviors.” “A mental asylum??? I knew that the bastard was sick in the head!!!! Is Irene aware of this??” “That I do not know boss but it is very unlikely.”

he barked, hand jerking toward his holster. I ignored him, aimed at the cruiser’s front tire, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, loud and sharp, and the tire hissed as it flattened. I dropped the gun, raising my hands as the officer charged toward me, his face red with fury. He grabbed my wrists, snapping cuffs on me so tight they bit into my skin. Damon stepped forward, hands up. “Take me too, officer. We're partners in crime.” The officer shoved him back. “Stay where you are!”

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I was looking over the thin sheet of paper to see what he'd ordered when something on the television nearby caught my attention. "Breaking news," the reporter said. "The head of a dangerous criminal organization has now been brought into custody by a coordinated effort betweeen the FBI, ATF, and Palmer County police. Marshall Brown, 26, has been charged with drug distribution for Schedule I and II substances, such as marijuana, cocaine, and a number of different opioid drugs, across the state. Brown is currently being held in the regional prison where he will wait until his court date next month." The photo of Marshall in a tangerine orange jumpsuit glowering into the camera disappeared. My

The man took out his briefcase, quickly checking over the notes he had in there. “I’ll buy her for eight million,” he offered. “And please tell the bitch to stop crying.” He rolled his eyes. “Bring that up to ten million, and we have a deal,” I grinned, letting my hand out for him to shake. He nodded in agreement, and shook my hand. I’d sold ten children today. I knew that my partner in the mafia, Damon, had told me he was against human trafficking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was a heartless prick. I’d do anything for money.