Criminal Minds Angel Maker Novels & Stories

"Lives with her dad. They're hard-core broke so she works lots of part-time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more and found out the money she stole was deposited for her mom's hospital bills. Should we move in on her?" I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned to my laptop and typed in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen. My eyes scanned the document, and suddenly, I froze. A slow, wolfish grin spread across my face as I read, followed by a low chuckle. Jet frowned, glancing at Marcus, who looked equally confused. “Boss?” Jet ventured cautiously. I leaned back in my chair, chuckling softly. The sound grew louder, echoing throu

Martin informed him as he approached. He knelt down beside him and said, “Remember the accident that claimed the life of your mother and almost claimed yours?” Martin let out a smirk. “You caused it?” “Well, it is more like I was the mastermind behind it. I wouldn't want to get some blood on my hands so I paid someone to do everything.” Martin answered. Donatello became enraged and fought to free himself from the binding ropes. He was already tired of listening to them and wanted nothing more than to strangle them with his bare hands.

"We make you disappear. Completely. And while you're gone, you work on remembering. Everything you can about that night, about your family, about anything your father might have told you." "And then?" "Then we destroy everyone who's been using you as a pawn." His eyes glinted dangerously. "Starting with Javin Klein." Despite everything, despite the fear, the confusion, the way my world had just shattered, I felt something else stirring inside me. Anger. For years, I'd been kept in the dark. Drugged. Controlled. Told I was crazy for having nightmares, for being afraid. But maybe I'd been right to be scared. Maybe some part of me had always known the truth.

While they played detective, we tightened the grip around their throats. And I watched it all unfold from my seat like a goddamn king, sipping scotch as the house of cards leaned further away from me and closer to collapse. But the FBI weren’t the only ones chasing ghosts. One ghost particularly plagued my mind, Angel. He was my mistake, my goddamn muse and my ruin, all wrapped in that intense stare and fucking beautiful mouth. I leaned back in the leather chair, the city’s lights flickering beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass.

"P...please Angel drop the gun...shooting me won't...won't give you anything"Sia said while shaking her head hoping Angel would stop his advance and leave in peace. However, the expression on his face was murderous, he had his gun pointed at her "I've always hated you...do you know why...because you ruined my plans...if you didn't follow me that night"he said with bitterness as he took small predatory steps towards Sia who was backing away slowly, it was scary seeing how crazy angel looked. He wasn't in his right senses, and hence he could do anything without thinking twice "if you didn't poke your silly nose in my affairs then...you wouldn't be here with me pointing a gun at you...you littl

I respond, trying to make her drop the subject. I know where Nyx is heading and I don't want to hear it. The relationship between us is too new and fragile to talk about our professions. He did state that my past and future is something he will accept unconditionally. I hope he doesn't change his mind after learning my real Identity in the dark web. Killer angels is a group I created after going through something horrible. It's a group that gives women hope and a chance to start again,to escape the darkness thrust their way and more importantly,save potential women from being stripped of their dignity by ruthless men.

Around her were scary people who just surrounded her and giving her contempt looks and disgust. “Wha..what is going on…”. (Jamy Kraltor) Everything just happened to fast, Jamy Kraltor were still unable to accept anything as she were slowly sank into insanity. “Jamy Kraltor of Kraltor family…for the crimes that you have done…The First World Alliance has judged you Guilty..and the sentence is, Death Penalty…I staff Sergeant Angelina of Aeternum..will carried the sentences, recorded Video, Witness and the guilty is present…”. (Staff Sergeant Angelina)

❞ this invitation. Angel doesn't like night parties because she doesn't like the darkness that hides danger, but right now she doesn't care about her own safety anymore because, even to live, she feels she doesn't deserve it. Her twin died because of her; her sister paid for her carelessness. It was as if she would carry this feeling forever—the feeling that she couldn't sleep or eat because she felt guilt. Should she blame herself? An accident is an accident; no one likes it, but why can't we avoid feeling guilty about it? But at this point, she is taking on everything; she's the one who made a mistake and the one who must pay the merciless world for her wounded heart.

If there’s a way to take advantage, they will do that kind of thing, and it's very rare to find a business person with fairness in their line of dignity. “Yeah…it's fishy that’s why we moved out and stuck at the cabin in your land.” Angel sighed as he ignored that memory. It was just pissing him off. Mira took some time to digest all of the side information that Angel stored for her and make some notes of what they’d talked about. As the silence wrapped around the room and only the raindrops only echoing in the room, Angel started to feel nervous again. ‘Would you quit it?’ “I’m not you, Alarick. I’m still an omega by birth.” Angel countered the growl that his wolf just did to his agitation.