Criminal Minds A Real Rain Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 41 Victor's pov The rain was coming down hard pouring down on the built skyscraper like a million tiny drums. The metal frame. Groaned in the wind the only sound in the empty dark space. I did not care about the rain. I did not care about the mud over the floor. My blood was racing, hot and angry like a fire burning out of control. I had been following Raymond's signal. It had led me straight to this abandoned yard. I was not leaving until I got some answers.

"Your description of the weather is inaccurate." "It was raining, Cale. It's always raining in my memories of you." "On that specific date," Cale tapped the page, "the barometric pressure was stable. It was overcast. Stratus clouds. No precipitation." "Rain sets the mood." "Rain is a variable. If it was not raining, the friction coefficient on the sidewalk was normal. If you write rain, you imply slippage risk." "It's a memoir, not a police report." "Memory should be precise," Cale insisted. "Alex deserves precision."

Not only do we have a bunch of blood-thirsty Vampires, but we also have a woman that shall be set on getting revenge. So as we enter the dark road that takes us into the middle between the warehouses, the atmosphere hits a terrifying high. There is a slight burst of cloud coming down, and the rain starts to pound down hard on the tar road, leaving big splashes of water all around. As they pull the door open, we a dragged one by one from the van. Somehow getting drenched in the rain is far better than the reality that today might be the day we shall die.

“I bet you know how to make all kinds of toys.” “Just the exploding kind,” Rain muttered. “Really! That’s cool! I want to see,” Malix cried. “Me, too! Me, too!” the others chimed in. All except for DJ, who was looking at her with interest. Rain sighed. Unable to take the torture, she grouched, “All right! I’ll show you one little thing, but then you’ve got to find something else to do.” Ahead of them, she could see a couple of Haunt in uniform. By the purposeful way they strode toward her, Rain guessed they were her security detail. They didn’t look happy, but then they rarely did.

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.

He has a feeling that he would wipe his mocking smirk with his fist if he stayed there any longer. *** Lina stood next to the window, hugging herself. The rain came unexpectedly. A few hours ago, the rain was shining brightly but now the forest was dark and gloomy and the unsettling feelings grew in her heart. She was thinking that it was the remnant of the trauma that she had when she was kidnapped. She stayed inside the narrow container van while listening to the rain and the wind. The feeling of being alone in that scary and unfamiliar place came back to her every time it rains.

This meeting is something I must do alone. -”Alright. Do what you think is better.”- With a final nod to my Gammas and Betas, I melt back into the shadows, leaving the kidnappers in their care. The rain starts to pour relentlessly, an unyielding cascade that mirrors the tumultuous thoughts inside my mind. I stride in uneven footsteps, my hand clutching my side. I stagger from the rickety, rusty doors, my once-clean shirt now stained with the crimson evidence of my recent ordeal. Wounds, both physical and emotional, mark me as a man pushed to the brink. With a shuddering breath, I approach one of my parked cars, its sleek lines glistening with a thin film of rain. The engine roars to life at

He gesture for me to go inside. I push the door open. The music stops, everyone who is in the party stop to stare at me. They look at me with disbelief. Cameras flashing around and I am suddenly the star of the evening. "Criminal" is the word I hear around me but I didn't care. My eyes searching for that one person. My brother's killer. I still hate her smile when she smiles on tv.

"Too warm for a Were. Too soft. Too trusting." I smile again. "Isn't it exhausting being suspicious all the time?" "I wouldn't be alive if I wasn't." I stay quiet because well, he has a point. I reach for a small spade but the sharp thrum of rain interrupts me. It starts as a light patter, then quickly becomes a relentless roar. I glance up as sheets of water blur the outside world, hammering the glass roof. "Great," Casimir mutters as he looks up at the broken roof, blinking as rain pours over him from the holes. "We're going to drown in a glass box."

🌹 Damien 🌹 Damien’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he pressed the accelerator, weaving through the darkened streets with precision. The city lights blurred past, flashing against the rain-slicked pavement. The briefcase containing the shattered remains of the hard drive rested on Aurora’s lap, its broken pieces a cruel reminder of how close they had come to uncovering the truth—only to have it ripped away in a single moment of chaos. The SUV tailing them was relentless, its headlights glaring through the rearview mirror like the eyes of a predator. Damien could hear the rev of its engine, the unmistakable promise of destruction as it gained on them. He knew the men inside wouldn’t