Criminal Minds Birthright Novels & Stories

"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

“Everyone in this life is evil at heart. No matter how many good deeds you do, it doesn’t change the fact that you were born from a tree of evil. And we all know the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” He shifted uncomfortably when I mentioned he was born into this life. So, I had been right. He was born into a life of crime. He didn’t choose this. “You know, I was born into this, too. Fabio is my brother, if you can believe it. Do you want to know what my breaking point was?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He pretended he wasn’t listening to me, but I knew he was. “When I saw a female prisoner at my house and I heard all the ways my father was planning to torture her. She was beautiful and i

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

The news played on every channel. Richard stood behind a podium, perfectly styled, tears streaming down his face. Behind him, a photo of me—smiling, innocent, from our engagement announcement. "Flora Winters suffers from severe postpartum psychosis," he said, voice breaking with practiced emotion. "She gave birth prematurely and, in her confused state, fled the hospital with our daughter. She is with a known criminal—Damien Cross, a violent offender with ties to organized crime."

Let’s agree on that and shake on it. “I thought you were some sort of innocent victim here,” Lila called out to Jasper, raising a clenched fist,” I didn’t think that I was looking up to a murderer.” “Lila, your father isn’t likely to have told you this, because of how low he thought of you, but he and your mother both had some kind of connection to organised crime. You’ve lived your entire life around violence and all the after effects of it. I understand your admiration of perfect victims and those who have never acted violently, but you need to understand that perfect victims exist. People are messy and have all done terrible things to survive and get an edge above each other. Each person

In the Beginning 1999 Cecilia Life was normal, or as normal as it could be before fate stepped in. I finished high school early with all honors and quickly enrolled in College. I completed all my prerequisites for Criminology and found Robert in the process. Robert had that handsome, bad-boy vibe with his leather jacket that pushed him over the edge of danger. His short curly blond hair fell just right on his face and his teal-like eyes were mesmerizing.

He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead before adjusting his eyeglasses. *CHRIS* I was glad that I have finally achieved my dream.the dream of making Martin Cruz pay for what he did to my family.there would also be justice for all the innocent people he trampled upon. I lit up the candle as I stared at the picture of my family in the grave. "Dad, mum, Tiffany,I finally avenged your death,I will stop at nothing till I make Martin pay for his Crime"I said in my mind before keeping a flower on the grave.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

After suffering through Myra's relentless bullying in my previous life and being turned away by Mom, I dragged my bruised body to the police station by myself to file a report. But due to insufficient evidence, they refused to proceed. As I fled the station in tears, it was this very officer standing at the gate, laughing at how naive I was. He told me Myra was Zayne's most cherished daughter, and that Zayne would let her get away with anything, even murder. At the time, that broke me completely. I never even tried to fight back after that. But now that I thought about it, how the hell did some random cop know so much about the Davis family's dirty secrets?

Ninety percent of cases we walked separately on were cracked at great speed but together, our head was halfway out of the game. I tipped my phone, tossing it as my anxiousness whirled up inside me. I recalculated my plans again. It first started as a manhunt, the hatred piled up all those years wanting to unleash themselves in all the cruel means I had picked along the line. My work had brought me closer to psychopaths, one of which is the poetic killer. His works were the beauty of art and blood stained together. He, just like I, had a great story to tell. Raised by abusive parents who appeared to be philanthropic to the world. His parents had used him in multiple campaigns celebrating thei