Criminal Minds A Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

And the last page with anything written in it was in English “THE RISE OF DISASTER” “That somewhat looks like blood. I haven’t seen these blank pages before and I’m sure I’ve gone over it like a hundred times or so.” Everest inspected but Eva had zones out, unaware of the world around her. She stared at the like she was drawn to it, like it was calling her. “That is enough; you are scaring my friend.” Jayne said closingthe book up and placing it on the table. Shouldn’t an old relic like this be kept somewhere safe until the museum picks it up?”

He was lost in his own twisted narrative, reliving his crime like it was some great accomplishment. "Do you know what the best part was?" He leaned against the wall casually, like he was sharing a funny story. "Watching everyone panic. Watching the chaos. Seeing you, Dave, lying there in a pool of blood while Katherine screamed. It was better than I imagined." I felt bile rise in my throat. This man was sick. Truly, deeply sick. "And no one suspects me," Liam went on. "Your grieving best friend who has been so supportive during this tragedy. The police have not even questioned me. Why would they? I am family."

We always had to be available whenever it was required of us. “Sorry, we lost track of time,” Zayn apologized quickly, running his hands through his hair stressfully. Boss shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to waste any more time. “It better not happen again,” he muttered briefly, before cutting to the chase. “Anyway, there's been some mass murders in Manhattan lately. I'll need you two to investigate these, and do what you can to find out who was behind them.” “Fuck,” Zayn heaved. “Is there a pattern between them?”

Criminal cases still dominated the cases that landed on her desk. Emily looked at the photo of her defendant, Jared Detroit. A white serial killer who had murdered five women in Chicago, Emily did not want to grant leniency on the grounds of mental illness or psychological disorders. While the trigger for Jared's crimes may indeed have been psychological issues, the man deserved a fitting punishment. Life imprisonment in a criminal cell was appropriate for him. She put away the case file and moved on to the next one. In a single day, Emily could have up to three court hearings scheduled, as judges did not preside over trials every day, and prosecutors adjusted accordingly.

His accomplice, Mia Lane, convicted of fraud, has been sentenced to 10 years in prison. My assistant placed a report gently on my desk. "Noah got into a fight over a dinner roll in prison and had his leg broken. He keeps insisting he's the CEO of Justice Corp., so everyone thinks he's insane now. "Mia… She lost her mind after her miscarriage and spends her days muttering about her dream of marrying rich. As for Cynthia, she curses the other two every day. The three of them may be in different places, but they're bound together in the same endless cycle of hatred."

After a while, the conclusion seemed as simple as two plus two. Humans are rotten. Some more than others. Contaminated souls who feed on cruelty. And if those applauding the show are monsters, what does that make me, providing the main entertainment? “Welcome back to the Blood Ring, the esteemed, the beast, the biting threat, the undefeated reigning champion, Don: The Pitbull!” The applause explodes in the air. The thirst for destruction thickly crawls down my throat. I wonder if I was ever a good man. But then I conclude that good men would never do what I’ve done and would never find violent pleasure in doing what I do.

Zandra and I barely have enough time to exchange a look before all hell breaks loose. Glass shatters. The walls shake. An entire squad of police officers storms in with their weapons raised. When they open fire, we retaliate. Flipped tables. A thunderstorm of hailing bullets. It’s nothing but confusion and mayhem. Left, right, and center, some of Italy’s most prominent Mafia heads and lieutenants are forced to their knees and arrested. It’s a blur of movement and a cacophony, but my mind can only fixate on one person.

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.

She looks so innocent, with a strand of hair that fell on her face. I shake myself, cringing at my thought. I am just sitting there, admiring my cousin’s girlfriend. I am totally disgusted. Mike will be disappointed in me. Resisting the urge to look at her once more, I stand to my feet and walk away to my room. Instead of going to bed, I plop myself down to finish the remaining paperwork. *** A loud screams jolt me out of my dream land. I blink, trying to figure out where the horrific scream is coming from.

Everything felt like it was closing in on me and I couldnt understand as to why I was being told that I needed to be silent for the victims that passed in the auditorium and that I was going to face serious jail time. Arriving at the station I look through the window of the back seat I could see a swat team waiting in the front with the their bullet proof vests and their guns that were automatic, I sigh and wince at the pain that was coursing from my wrists to my gut as I was yanked at last second out of the vehicle and pushed to move foward. I look up pleading for help and all I get is guns pointed straight at me no one willing to help me. When we reach the top of the steps I see my reflect