Criminal Minds Angel Maker Novels & Stories

Under Angel’s orders, he waited for a while before making himself known. Angel nodded. “He’s been locked up in a mental institution for years. I’m sure he picked up a few skills there. No one will think much of him since he took the Quints’ family name. “He must resent Miru for looking down on him. Most importantly, he suffers from a mental illness. He’s just the person I’m looking for.” Angel chuckled grimly. Hunter’s heart sank. He knew Angel must be scheming by the way he laughed. “I have a question, Mr. White.”

“A Watcher. Well I'll be damned.” “Aren't you already?-” Samael stifled me with his hand. “Your levity is admirable, maggot. But this is more serious than I imagined.” “How serious can it be if the culprit is a watchmaker?” I asked, voice muffled. “Wrong, Watson. Watchers. Formidable angels that corrupted mankind. The ones that brought the Flood.” He near-forced me into the chair. “Sit here. Don't move,” he said. For a moment, I could swear he looked worried.

Angel looked at the man licking his lips and looking lustfully at her, she smiled inwardly knowing what's through his mind and she will beat him at his own game . Still smiling to himself he shoved a magazine that contained beautiful houses to her forgetting to remove the evidence of the person he defrauded earlier from the magazine . Angel took it from him and glanced through, after flipping about three pages she came across a credit card and other papers of properties belonging to an individual named " Bright Todd " she presumed it was another person they defrauded . Seeing her stop he glanced at the magazine and what he saw made him widen his eyes in horror , and he acted swiftly, took it

"From what I was told from my informant, the female claims they didn't know it was Remi. They were just given her details. She says Remi could still be; being followed. She said Remi had been being watched for a year or more. The male that commissioned the poison to be made; thinks Remi is his mate. Marcus' mind was swiped clean of all details leading to the buyer. I'm thinking a Fae or a vamp. I don't know of another species that can mind swipe someone." Lucifer shakes his head. "Some higher level demons can. Higher level angels also." "So, were dealing with either a Fae, vamp, higher level demon or angel." Kieran says rubbing his fingers across his forehead. "Looks that way. If the female

My hands were slightly shaky as I unzipped it. What I saw made my blood run cold. It was a baseball bat. But not just any bat. This one was made of metal. Heavy. Strong. Dangerous. A flood of thoughts ran through my mind. Why would Angel have something like this? What was she planning? Was she here to do the same thing I did to Hannah and Liam? If my suspicion was correct, then she was planning to break my bones with that bat. My breath hitched as I stared at the weapon in front of me.

I don't know when I'm drifted into sleep in his arms meanwhile in the sky good angel : is there any other piece of man like this guy evil angel : why good angel : to make him mine evil angel : didn't you see what kind of guy he is earlier good angel : who cares evil angel : me good angel : huh evil angel : you're not allowed to dream about any guy good angel : why evil angel : that's it

"Just like that? Instant forgiveness?" "Yep." I poke his chest with the spoon. "You're ridiculous." "Probably." "Dangerously trusting." "Only with you." I scoff. "You don't even know what the crime is." Azren leans back slightly in the chair, studying me with amusement. "Alright," he says. "Let's hear it then. What terrible sin did my angel commit?" I open my mouth. The truth sits heavy in my chest. The thought of Torres' card. The thought of bargaining. The desperation. But the words don't come. Instead, I huff and shove another spoonful at him.

"One more thing, you and your dance group will perform for him...you may choose your song...wear something, sexy...Don't let me down!" I began to cry, and mother tugged me by the hair. "What do we say about crying?" She scolded. "That its a weakness and strong women don't cry." I answered. Mother handed me a picture. "He's very handsome." I knew only three things of Carlos Romaro. One, he was super sexy, and one very sought out bachelor and millionaire of New York City. Two, he was now Capo of the New York Arch angels famiglia. And three, he is known as the Reaper of New York city, because he shows no mercy when it comes to killing. He likes to make his victims suffer painfully and sl

I lifted it slightly, holding it between us. “How many men have paid to touch you?” Her eyes glassed over but she didn’t look away. “I’m not like that. You’re wrong.” I pressed my body closer, pinning her in place. “Wrong? I’ve seen more than enough tonight, Angela.” She exhaled shakily. “I didn’t do this because I wanted to. I needed the money.” I laughed. Cold. Sharp. “Classic. That's what they all say.” She didn’t respond. But her fists clenched tighter. I could see it, anger, humiliation. My words were hitting their mark.

"Erick... help me..." And it turns out that Erick actually appeared in just a matter of seconds. The man was really shocked to see what happened. "Angel, stop it!" Angel's body was pulled roughly by Erick, suddenly his strength stopped. "What are you doing?! You could have killed him!" "I will indeed kill him!" Angel snapped with his gray eyes turning red. "What actually happened, explain to me?" Erick cupped both sides of Angel's face, hoping to calm the girl's emotions a little. "He's back to creating the Outcast that kills humans!"