Criminal Minds 7 Seconds Novels & Stories

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

The cold metal edge of the handcuffs brushed against my wrist. Beside me, Sophie was wailing at the top of her lungs. "Arrest her! Lock her up!" Leon kept his head down. His shoulders shook in a performance that perfectly captured a grieving grandson. The crowd of onlookers grew larger by the second. Everyone stared at me as if I were a convicted murderer. I could hear people filming on their phones and their venomous whispers. "How vile, targeting an old lady like that."

Through tears, she said, "Ash, if I had not gotten so close to Rowan back then, would this happiness have been mine? We would have had a lovely baby too..." "Nina." I interrupted her, looking at the lisianthus in her hands. "There are no ifs in this world. And I do not like lisianthus. I only like mermaid roses." Nina looked utterly shattered. In the end, she gave a silent smile, set the things down, and left. Before she went, she told me that Rowan had been arrested for suspected theft. During police questioning, they discovered that he knew the driver who had hit me. Digging deeper revealed that my accident had not been an accident at all; it had been planned.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

“Sure, but if it doesn't come out you'll have to give me a new one” I don't get an answer and say goodbye with a shout so he can hear me. “I'm kidding. Goodbye, it was a pleasure” Now I head for the exit of the clinic to go home and hopefully get this stain out of my hair. It's important to clarify one thing, it's not me who goes to the psychologist, it's my brother Robert, he has clinical depression and generalized anxiety since 1 year ago. The reason is because he found his girlfriend (with whom they had been in a relationship for 5 years and with plans to get married), with another man in his bed and not exactly playing wrestling. They are both the same age, 26 years old.

I counted the number of high rise buildings we drove past, trying to calm my heart. "How long?" I asked quietly. "Hmm?" he replied, his gaze flickering to me. "How long what?" "How long have you been planning this?" He slowed at a traffic light and turned toward me fully, his eyes steady—warm enough to make the air feel different. "Since you went to prison." His voice sounder calm and soothing as his hand rested on my clenches hands. "Derrick noticed I was up to something that was why he framed me up and tried to kill me."

Frederick’s satisfaction with his informants’ work quickly faded as he absorbed the chilling reality. Leonard Hugues, 32 years old. One of the five executives of Lafleur, the most notorious criminal organization in Marseille. Known for his unmatched combat and weapon skills. A man whose brutality knew no bounds. “He killed two unarmed men just for touching his woman?” Frederick murmured, astonished. He let out a strained laugh, attempting to mask his growing unease. “I never imagined my brother would raise such a monster.” His gaze shifted to Jacques, who stood silently, visibly uneasy. Jacques seemed on the verge of speaking, but hesitation held him back, leaving Frederick to wait impatient

FUCK KALVIN FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART Gently cleaning the obvious chaos in his room, mind only partly there because every tick of the clock was winding me tighter. The ache between my legs had turned vicious. Dirty scenes kept flashing through my head like I was the main character in some low-budget p**n shoot—except this wasn’t scripted, and I wasn’t getting paid.

"I'll go in first. Like it or not, we're going to do what we have to do to take them down." Seven nodded as a low menacing growl erupted from deep within his throat. I could see that he was in the mood for some payback. I peered down the hallway, and several hunters turned with assault rifles in hand, so I gunned them down, trying to spare their lives where I could. Walking down the hallway, I kicked a weapon out of reach of one that was alive as I passed. The man popped up and grabbed my leg, but Seven ripped out his throat and blood splattered over his fur. He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go.

“Just don't call that.” “What should I call you?” He doesn't answer. Grab the bottle. Gulps the rest. “I called Diego over. Help him out. Get in the car.” I drove him home, Diego drove mine. “I know the code to Sean's apartment. Some people recorded me carrying him in. “I lay him on the bed. Take off his shoes. Filled pills and water. Leave them on the nightstand.” Then leaves. His words stay behind. “Because you're a Mafia and I wished you weren't.”