Novel & Cerita Criminal Minds Angel Maker

The second I no longer heard his steps, I moved. I ran to the desk and snatched my phone. Waited ten minutes. Exactly, before I moved. I tore the robe off, yanked on black leather pants, and zipped them up tight. The crop top hugged me like armour. I tied a black scarf around my neck, shoved on an oversized shade, and stared at the mirror. I didn’t look like the dove he once called angelic. I looked like death in motion. I had to return before him. But first—see the murderer.

Jhonia stood in silence as everything rushed back to her. When she was informed, she's being followed! "Consider me your guardian angel on earth." "A guardian angel here on earth." "Get some rest angel." "Your guardian angel." “My guardian angel.” Jhonia remembered what he said, what the cop said, what he said after calling her, what Orean said when he sends her Valentine's Day gift, and what she said after reading his note. “It’s him!” She started running back through the door! “MS. JHONIA!!” Cassidy yelled as she noticed the terrifying look which changed, she fears she would be in danger. Her shouting alerted the biker who realized and rode off!

She said angrily. “What’s wrong? Why are mad?” I asked. “You don’t know why? the heck Mark! Why do you sentence all that rogues enter in Wolf Fang territory a death? Why are you in a killing rampage again?” Angel asks angrily. I can feel her power but I try to ignore it. “It’s my rules Angel. You don’t have to worry about it. You have so much in your plate already.” I said. “You know, I once one of those rogues but you gave me a new life. You don’t even spare them your time or ask them if they just want to apply as new member here.” She says.

I expected it from the others, but him? “I’m known as the Angel of Death. Gunner is a sick twisted person who likes to torture people slowly, for hours, hell, even days. People fear him. Me? I am calm, but as I said, I am known as the Angel of Death. A few are unlucky enough to meet a side of me that slips free. They push, and I break, and I show no mercy. I give up on questions. I give up on everything and just keep hitting and hitting until I can’t anymore. They know, if that happens, they are dead regardless.”

"Only because my angel said so." With that, he put a bullet through the man's skull.

He walked in, slamming the door shut with his foot. “What is your name?” I asked, but he didn't answer me. “What is your fucking name?” “Kian Arreas,” he said, his voice cold and emotionless. And my world fell apart again. “Did you have my child?” He asked. "You're a murderer, not just for killing Candy, but you're a liar, manipulative, and deceitful, and I fucking hate you. I despise you. I was pregnant, but you said to get rid of it, so I did. I never want to see your disgusting face ever again. Now get the fuck out of my house and stay the hell away from me.”

"Bring him back to life and what? Introduce him to who you are? A ruthless mafia? A man who owns a network of people who speak and walk DEATH. What would you do to him? Talk to him about all beautiful butterflies and flowers just to shove the thorns of reality down his throat. No way. I am not gonna let you close with my baby brother. I might have made a mistake, but he is my baby brother. I won’t let him face your world. I won’t let him see the actual face of the man standing. No way am gonna allow you to enter his life". Jeffery spat in anger. He was true. He wasn’t lying. Lucas knew all this. He was the fucking Mafia Boss. He had built his kingdom from scratches and ruled the underworld f

But life wasn't all candies, soon he would have to return back to his world where the sky were always grey and blood stained the floors, his world were women were raped and sold, his world where he wasn't even allowed to feel, to show any emotions, because in His world emotions were weaknesses. * Faircho Dominguez was the world's most known drug and human trafficker. But even as Xavier sat before him, he felt no fear, Faircho should be the one afraid, he was before the Australian Mafia Leader, the most popular Mafia Leader in the world. Xavier watched Faircho as he took a stick of cigarette, lightening it up and taking an inhale.

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

"And what did they do?" Sighing, I look at her. "Everything you can imagine that is fucked up, immoral and wrong Angel." I wait, and she shrugs, waiting for me to explain. "Child murderers, rapists, paedophiles, wife beaters. You think of the people who often do fucked up, sick twisted things and walk free due to lack of evidence, and that's who it is." She seems to realise what we mean now. "But Carl is none of them." She looks at me, waiting.