Criminal Minds Birthright Novels & Stories

"Listen up, kid, you're about to die at the hands of the Reckless Brothers!" Woody narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard of the name "Reckless Brothers" back when he was in prison. But they were nothing but desperate criminals. For the sake of money, they were willing to commit all sorts of heinous crimes, including killing people and stealing! In just a few years, their hands were stained with the blood of dozens of innocent people. Slimbuckets was a lecherous man, and countless women had been raped and assaulted by him. Meanwhile, Lil' Shorty was a drunkard who'd go berserk when drunk and would ruthlessly take advantage of his strength to hurt innocent people.

It had been the exhausted, unglamorous weight of someone who genuinely believed he'd inherited a sin he hadn't chosen and had spent his whole life trying, imperfectly, to atone for a crime that wasn't his to atone for in the first place. That didn't match the monster Mogra had built in my mind for eighteen years. It didn't match the cold, merciless Alpha I'd been raised on stories of, the one who'd supposedly ordered the slaughter himself and slept easily afterward. It matched, instead, a boy who'd been handed a throne built on someone else's atrocity and had spent every year since trying, quietly, desperately, to be anything other than his father's son. I thought of Alder's face from the dr

I was already a criminal. Might as well be a rich criminal. I pressed, call. Martin answered on the third ring, cautious. “Brittany?” he said. “Don’t lie,” I snapped. “ You took Pink Rodrigo. I saw the news about her missing. Don’t deny it.” Silence. Then, “ Brittany, I don’t know what you mean.” “Cut it out,” I said. “I know your ways. I know your style. You’re the kind who’d kidnap a billionaire’s child. Your eyes have always been on that girl.”

Aurora was beginning to understand why the man had sounded so desperate on the phone. Because even his own family had been living with uncertainty. Richard continued. "What I want to tell you isn't about Michel's father." "Then what is it?" Darius asked. The older man lifted his head. His gaze moved between Aurora and Darius. "It's about Vivian." The room grew quieter. "After Michel was born... Vivian never truly recovered." Aurora immediately became more attentive. "Recovered from what?" Richard swallowed. "A mental illness." Darius fell silent.

I got in the car and the strong smell of blood filled my nostrils, seeing the dead driver, was like a reminder that we shouldn't mess with those people. It's a good thing no one saw us when we were kidnapping her and even if they carry out an investigation, Bryan will be the main suspect as everything we did were funded by him. The car and the secret house were his, he also employed the men that kidnapped her, as well as the doctor. I never directly participated in anything. If the truth comes out later, I will just play the role of a sick girl, who is not aware by the extent that her boyfriend would go to save her.

Rena's life force enveloped her like a wild fire. "Back in the days, I used to think Badbloods are evil" she continued. "Now I realized, it is because we gave them reasons to think of us that we are. The humans hate us and then we hate them in return. Look what all of us got of our hatred towards each other, a world where no one is safe. A broken world"

I questioned, looking towards Thomas. "It's Victor, and it looks like Brantley has brought back The Ripper; his old title." Looking down at the body, I gasped, "Holy shit!" Brantley was once known for killing without mercy. After he turned for the first time, he succumbed to bloodlust, and the ambition to be powerful. Brantley earned the nickname, The Ripper; because when he killed, there was nothing left. "Fuck, we need to find her now."

The memories of my initiation into this sinister realm lingered in the recesses of my mind, a disquieting ritual that unfolded when I was only twelve years old. By the time I turned eighteen, I had become a harbinger of destruction, ruthlessly shattering a man's spirit and body with calculated precision as I climbed the ranks of the merciless criminal underworld. At nineteen, I solemnly embraced the realm of murder, extinguishing the life of a treacherous enemy—an initiation that marked my passage into a world of darkness. Yet, it was at the age of twenty-five that time seemed to freeze, crystallized by the cold-blooded murder of my mother—a haunting reminder of the malevolence hidden within

In his opinion Mistresses are only for physical needs. I came back to my room and took a birth control pill immediately. It's one of his rule that I can never give birth to his baby. I entered into the washroom to take a shower. I looked at my reflection on the mirror and found a sad girl whose eyes are dead. Once happy and playful Meher is gone now. My body is covered by hickeys which are given by him. His scent is lingering on my whole body.

"One of the things I noticed during this year is that the fact that people turn their backs on us is what really leads us to think something that is totally wrong for most others. I will not lie that, even as an adult, even after knowing who my brother was, I thought that the Brotherhood was not just a faction that was spreading throughout the world with the aim of making a word of destruction present. I believed that my father offered some kind of comfort to homeless children, as if pretending that they were abandoned and left to their own fate. But that would be impossible. There's no way you can offer comfort and demand that the payment be the death of someone else. I realized that he did