Criminal Minds 100 Novels & Stories

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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.

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

When the first tall watchtower came into view, my stomach clenched. My mind flashed back to Robert… what he’d said about this place with a seriousness that made my stomach clench. “There are criminals you read about in the news,” he’d said. “Serial killers. Cartel bosses. White-collar monsters who steal billions. They become names the public actually knows. You see a face, you know the names and every tiny detail of their stories.” “But?” I’d asked. “But… then there are the ones you never hear about,” he replied. “The ones whose crimes are so twisted, so horrible, that the people in power quietly decide the public doesn’t need to know they exist. Blackwell gets those guys.”

"How are you holding up?" Xander asked just after he finished examining me. My chest, just close to my heart was burning up. It wasn't as painful as at that moment I was shot but the pain was bad. I've suffered a gunshot wound before when Marlon had invited me on one of the typical police chases. The suspect was a drug dealer, abuser and a single father. He had slaughtered his fifteen year old daughter in cold blood because he was high, drunk and angry.

But still, the truth will pierce you and will drill deep into your mind, slipping through your thoughts. Serra felt like her heart shrank into the size of an atom, lost and then gone as the truth hit her like a poisoned arrow, painful and torturous. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Her mind repeats. Should she be scared? Mira is a Badblood. Should she hate her? She's a monster. Her kind killed your father, a voice inside her said. She's your friend and will never hurt you, another voice inside her said. She just stood there confused and unmoving. She felt a lump on her throat and her eyes started to blur.

“Is this some kind of joke? How did this happen? Why is my son here, of all places?” The auctioneer simply smiles and gestures to the stage. “As we all know, none of our test subjects are innocent. They’re the worst of the worst—criminals the justice system failed to punish properly. He may be your son, but that doesn’t make him an exception. According to his record, he’s spent the last decade committing one horrific crime after another—robbery, kidnapping, brutal assaults, drug trafficking, the repeated sexual assault of underage girls, torture, extortion, and God knows what else. His victims were left traumatized, broken, and in some cases barely alive. His file is thick enough to fill a s

“Based on the situation, that could have been the best option, we aren’t related by blood so that makes it in appropriate for you to see me undressed” “Is that what you think? The most important thing is that you didn’t drown the best thing you could do is say thank you” “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” “I don’t need one, I don’t trust women.” “Wow. That’s new. Same way I don’t trust you either, a man what if you decided to take advantage of my unconsciousness?”

Again, the image of one breathtakingly sexy and terrifying mob boss flashed through her mind. Jane leaned sideways, still tilting precariously in her chair and pulled out the top drawer of her desk. She reached in and picked up a full bottle of cherry whisky. Having it there made her feel like a real PI, even though she barely touched it. She hated the taste of strong liquor. But tonight she needed it to dull the image of a certain ruthless criminal from her brain. Even the pictures, most of which were images of the side of his body, his head turned from the cameras lens as though he knew it were there, were enough to make her heart beat a little harder and ignite an ache low in her belly.

He said frowning "Suprise!!!" I yelled laughing "You are under arrest senior Detective Shawn " i said suddenly frowning too "What? Where's your warrant, you can't get one so soon?"he yelled "Oh baby we do have a warrant " i said smirking this time "You are being charged with multiple counts of murder under the guise of science You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law ,You also have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." Mk suddenly said as i cuffed him