Criminal Minds A Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

Regis replied firmly. Amora knew he had made an unyielding decision. She reluctantly swallowed her curiosity but had a strong feeling that something significant had happened. If not, they wouldn’t be leaving an event like this early. The murder incident from seven years ago flashed back in Amora's mind. Vividly, she remembered Regis's cold, expressionless face after committing that crime. Even after taking a life, Regis had shown no change in expression. No guilt was etched on his face, leading Amora to sometimes think that he might not have a heart at all!

"And just so you know, it's not Stockholm syndrome. But you might have a bad case of hybristophilia." "Oh?" Marybeth frowned. She didn't know what she expected when she brought up Stockholm syndrome, but it certainly wasn't a psychology lecture. She felt like she was back in varsity, sitting through her Pysch 201 class. "Think about it, Austin is a suspected mob underboss and has likely murdered tons of people, but all you want to do is jump on him and ride his dick." Scarlett continued, an elated glimmer in her eyes as her words tumbled out faster than her brain could keep up. "You think you're the Bonnie to his Clyde."

(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.

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.

Everything seemed calm, as if the city itself was holding its breath, waiting for something terrible. At the police station, the atmosphere was heavy, filled with the exhaustion of piling investigations and the constant chatter of conversations. Daniel Martin, a police inspector in his thirties, was going through the files with a tired gaze. A recent investigation occupied all his thoughts—a gruesome murder in the city's upscale neighborhood. The victim, a respected and influential man, had been found in his apartment, shot multiple times in the heart. Everyone had theories about the murderer, but the truth, so far, remained out of reach. The main suspect, however, was a woman. A young woman

The surveillance footage ended abruptly there. I felt a bone-chilling cold shoot straight to my head, and my palms were slick with sweat. A few days later, all the major news outlets published the final investigation results of this horrifying murder case. The final assessment report stated that at the time of the crime, Vivian was suffering from acute mental distress and was in a state of severe psychiatric disorder. Therefore, the forensic psychiatric institute determined she had no criminal capacity. The court ultimately accepted the evaluation.

"Thomas Romano, you're under arrest for conspiracy, manipulation of the mentally ill, child endangerment, and forty years of family destruction. I'm the evidence you never saw coming." As I set the gun down and raised my hands in surrender, I looked one more time at Emma Romano—the little girl whose innocence had finally taught me the difference between obsession and love. "Thank you, brave dolphin," I whispered. "You saved me too.”

He thought he had hit the jackpot with free meat until human fingers came into view. A storm kicked off this grisly murder case. Thunder boomed, and rain hammered down. The police and their dogs tore through the city. Daniel couldn't keep it in. This hacked-up mess matched the Rain Mire's style from eight years ago. "What do you say?" he started. "Doesn't this remind you of Rain Mire from way back?" Robert's face went grim. The Rain Mire struck on rainy days. He got off on torturing young women and ruined tons of families.

🥀 SWEETHEARTS IN CRIME🖤 (He's A Dangerous Mafia🔞_She's A Slût👠) Chapter 4 A coyly smile ran up his lips looking at Melanie. Her expression well.. blank Her face straight, pretty eyes being emotionless and her heart beat normal "Oh...my" Ethan said and stared at Melanie for a whole full minute. Normally,when you've just being disgraced and degraded in public it's not an option that you'll be covered with shame

"Do you remember what I promised, Phil? I'll stay with you. And that's no matter what. I'll always be with you." "The interview with the suspect was able to determine that he is under a uhm-- ah, I'm sorry, I can't read my own writing... under mental illness, no signs of conniving. The suspect Collin Beaver has been affected by a trauma back when he was just a boy, and that stress took him to do things that is obviously illegal and brutal." The police stated to the family of the Hamiltons while sitting on the sofa of their living room. "Collin Beaver?" Carl repeated the name with such confusion playing on his face.