Criminal Minds A Real Rain Novels & Stories

“What do you mean you’ve been through worse? You were born into a bed of roses.” He smiled, not answering my question. “Then we will release him tomorrow, or the search team will be all over these woods by morning. One way or the other, he will be fine. He’s probably just bored right now.” "It’s not funny, Rain," I snapped. "Torturing people like that… it’s dark." Rain turned to look at me, the firelight dancing in his amber eyes. "Honey, you know what’s dark? Blackmailing innocent people. And raping guests. He’s lucky Rex didn't find him.” A small tug lifted his lips. “It wouldn't have been funny.”

Life is too short for regret but I regret every moment that I do something wrong because it is all related to you. -Damien DAMIEN POV I felt frustrated seeing those motherf*cker cops but I kept my mouth shut and kept a solemn face. I don't want Rain to know that I killed her by slicing her throat in such a manner that she choked on her own blood. After tiny bit of negotiating. Okay maybe not negotiating just plain intimidation, the hopeless and pathetic blokes decided to interrogate Rain in the house. But like hell I will let them do it. They are in the wrong territory and they know it full well.

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.

It is a question I already know the answer to. “Because I was ordered to.” The conversation ends there and he goes back to his book and I am left once more wondering who it is that I am married to. I craft a book in my mind and I dig out the tunnels of thought that I am trapped within. I give faces to the emotions that live within me. Shame is a vile man with dark eyes, and he lives in my mind. Melancholy has hair the color of snow and lips tainted blue. She lives in my heart. My eyes, my eyes are fear. I am a map of emotions and tunnels. I do not find a face for happiness. It is not a character I have met yet.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

“I will not act without thinking, no matter how long I have to wait, I have to wait for this opportunity. ************ In autumn, it rains a lot, so the mood changes erratically according to the weather. Palomas Blancas hid in the cave, sadly watching the raindrops fall on the dry leaves, washing the stone steps in front of the cave. She really doesn't like the rain at all, because the raindrops always touch the anxiety in her heart, evoking memories that she wants to forget.

The relentless drumming of rain against the panoramic windows of Liam Chen's office created a melancholic rhythm that resonated deep within Kayla. The sky, a bruised purple, seemed to mirror the turmoil brewing in her own heart. It was one of those afternoons where the city lights blurred into hazy halos, and memories, unbidden and persistent, clawed their way to the surface.

"Everyone, be fair. She likely snagged the fluff during her mayonnaise borrow, then unwittingly passed it to her son. Now she pins it on me, fabricating harm tales to deflect scrutiny." She locked eyes with Chris, her tears pouring. "I just messed with her tire for payback. I'd never touch a kid. That's heinous. She wants revenge because I exposed her postpartum mood swings just now." I observed her frantic deflection, grasping her ploy. Tire vandalism was minor mischief, while allergen assault on a toddler screamed attempted murder. "Is that so?" I retorted icily, relaunching the app. "Fatefully, to document potential upstairs leaks, I installed a compact wide-angle lens at our entry-living

The colour of her face was slowly going to back to normal. Serra’s heart almost stopped as she looks at her friend. Crowd of thoughts swirl on her mind like a hurricane. Their eyes met and Serra could see fear, confusion and horror on her eyes. Her cloudy mind started to clear and a realization started to solidify in her mind, clearing the whirlpool of thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat. "Badblood!" Maddy said, choking the words out. She stood up and the colors now back on her face but she's still breathing heavily. She pointed at Mira. "Badblood!" Then she ran.

Archie grumbled, his eyes turned maroon. "He ran, in the forest… the one we killed was a clone!!" Rain reported monotonously. Her eyes did not have any shine in them as if they belong to a corpse, "I traumatized that kid enough. He won't get in your way anymore." ~SLAP~ A sharp sound reverberated in the room. Rain's cheeks turned red. The moment he slapped her, they all heard a crunchy noise. Her entire team of 13 hunters clenched their fists. A taint of anger and fear was visible in their eyes, facing the ground.