Criminal Minds Birthright Novels & Stories

Rather, the blonde felt a bit relieved that the latter did that as she thought about how that gang deserved it for killing Dakota’s older brother whom she loved the most. “Yeah, fuck them.” This time, it was Olivia’s turn to caress the latter’s head like a baby. “They got what they deserved.” “Yeah.” Dakota let out a light chuckle when she saw the annoyed face of the blonde. “Mathias wasn’t in this city a decade ago when we met. If he was, you would’ve met him and you would’ve liked him too. He was a really cool person.” “I bet he was.” “But I’m not lonely anymore. I have you, Bullet, and Knives—or Leo and Lia, rather. So, I’m contented now, even though it doesn’t feel right since I’m litera

After a while, the conclusion seemed as simple as two plus two. Humans are rotten. Some more than others. Contaminated souls who feed on cruelty. And if those applauding the show are monsters, what does that make me, providing the main entertainment? “Welcome back to the Blood Ring, the esteemed, the beast, the biting threat, the undefeated reigning champion, Don: The Pitbull!” The applause explodes in the air. The thirst for destruction thickly crawls down my throat. I wonder if I was ever a good man. But then I conclude that good men would never do what I’ve done and would never find violent pleasure in doing what I do.

Damien's POV It was the first day of college in a long long time. I'm sure very few persons would remember me. Besides, I hadn't much friends back then. It was just me and a psychopath, Nathan. He left our pack a few months ago when he lost his grandfather in death in the hand of unknown rouges. Well, during my father's reign, a lot of abductions happened.

"I'm a psychiatrist Alex, not a plumber and a crazy one for that matter. I know that Ciro is also a criminal but he has a heart and he has feelings regardless of the fact that he doesn't show them doesn't mean he doesn't have them." "Why are you like this?" "What do you mean?" "I mean you're willing to risk your life for a crazy man you don't even know." "Because it's my job Alex and believe it or not I know that He didn't just decide to wake up one morning to be a criminal, every devil has a reason for being evil but everyone believes once you are evil you are born with it but evil doesn't come by birth rather it is thought to a child indirectly." "Good luck."

he says, as if he could read my mind. I grumble at him about his being cryptic. “Did you guys knock Carley up again?” I ask, curious about why she is puking her guts up so early in the morning. “Yes, and this time we have no clue which one of us got the job done this time. With Brennan, it’s obvious he is mine, but this one… we have no clue. We know for sure it isn’t Ransom’s since he’s sterile.” “It’s a good thing the psychopath of ya’lls group is sterile. Can’t psychopathy be hereditary?”

"He's using my niece's vulnerability to rebuild his father's criminal empire. Someone needs to save her from herself before she destroys what little future she has left." Fury burned white hot in my chest. Richard was framing this as mental illness, as manipulation, as everything except what it really was his own conspiracy collapsing under scrutiny. "Tomorrow," I whispered to the empty room. "Tomorrow we burn your lies to the ground." Outside, sirens wailed in the distance. Another emergency somewhere in Los Angeles, another crisis for someone else. But my only crisis was locked in solitary confinement, carrying a child conceived through violence, planning revenge with the cold efficiency o

For the past two months, Misha has been residing in Chicago, making preparations for my takeover of the now-defunct Chicago Bratva. Similar to myself, Misha is an active member of the European Bratva, engaging in various illicit activities such as drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, and contract killings. His expertise extends beyond the realm of criminal operations, encompassing combat skills, weapon proficiency, and the art of manipulation and control.

Being a martial artist herself, Robert had told her about Birthright elites—as the term suggested, those who reached it are individuals bestowed with divine talent. Unless one was a Birthright ranked individual as well, their only option was to run. In Vicky's mind, Frank did not stand a chance, but she would keep him alive no matter what it takes. As long as he lived, there was always a chance. That would not be the case if he died, which was why she would hand over the Rejuvenation Pill recipe just to keep Frank safe! Drakon, however, chuckled coolly. "It's too late. You're going down, kid."

They still might have a few issues but it wasn’t going to be something they couldn’t overcome. Max knew their kids were going to be the ultimate test of nature versus nurture. The triplets had two parents who were insane. Their mother, Deanna’s cousin, Samra, was incarcerated at the mental asylum Winter Haven because she had turned cannibalistic after being raped and tortured by David for months. She had given birth to the triplets, and Deanna’s grandfather had taken custody of all three. He hid the girls in the secret attic rooms and kept Henry as his adopted son.

"Fair enough. So tell me, since you studied all type of qualifications to do with human psychology, when someone tells you how they plan to kill someone else, what do you do?" "I listen. When they are done saying what they felt, I given them my view. I'm not responsible for what you are going to do when you leave my room." "I hear you." He sighed, "Funny how... you know what, no further questions." ""Any witness from the defendent?" "No, my lord. I'll pass." "My lord, we shouldn't forget who we have on trial and what he is capable of doing. We have Mastermind, a thug trapped in a child's body. The only 17year old to have encountered several charges, from murder, rape, human trafficking, drug