Criminal Minds Blue Angel Novels & Stories

The plum curtain was still half drawn like last night. ‘No chance of sniper.’ But he didn’t stop analyzing everything. The woman’s smile only got wider at his answer, aware of what Tony was thinking. She loved prey that used half of their brain. She was theatrically like her father—both loved seeing people squirm. Then Tony murmured her name like a curse. “Beth.” She was about to reply when suddenly— The suite door clicked open quietly. Scent of coffee filled the air. Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

"Then I'll send one back. Written in blood." I rose from my chair, the scrape of wood against marble echoing through the room. My hand gripped the edge of the desk as I stared at the screen showing the captured hitman, alive but not for long. Nicolas's jaw tightened. "We tracked his movements. He was fast planned to be out of the city within the hour. Professional. But our men have him now. He won't talk, though. Trained, probably South African ties. Definitely hired." "Anyone who tries to hurt my daughter doesn't get to talk," I said flatly.

“It hurt me to hear you say you felt nothing for me, that you didn’t love me.” “I’m sorry,” she said. Five years, and she was finally mine. My Angel, she was the only one that could make me do something I didn’t want to do, the only one that could make me feel, and the only one that made me happy. “I didn’t kill Cathleen; I handed her over to the police, but you didn’t ask; you assumed I would kill her, love.” She looked up at me. “Tell me the truth, who knows?” she asked.

Angel glanced between the two men and shrugged. “What I needed to, to get Jordan on board. His dad will not follow me, he will fight, but I can make short work of him if he keeps on. So, I told Jordan about the last man who thought I was just a supposed pretty face.” Damian lifted a brow but it was Antonio who answered. “The worst part about what Angel did to that man was cut off his dick.” Damian glanced back at Angel who only shrugged again. “I’m not a good woman, I belong to the mafia, my sins run deep and the blood I have spilled runs like a river. You can go, if you like, you wouldn’t be the first,” she told him in all honesty.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

His ice-blue eyes are cold and calculating. I feel like he's staring right into the depths of my soul. Refusing to show weakness, I hold his gaze, but Tamisra is going crazy in my head. 'Let me out, let me out! I need to see,' she says while pushing her way forward to share my sight. I'm too shocked to shove her back; she never acts like this. Her dark blue eyes must be swirling into my green because I see his ice blue eyes start to bleed brown, showing his wolf must have also come forward. I'm frozen as I take him in.

— Do you think we? My gaze drifted a little at that question. My posture once totally rigid had now faltered. — I... I... I'm in your clothes! — I see. — You put it yourself, Angel! I just helped the zipper down and left the room. Nothing happened! Ian sat down on his couch and stretched his legs out fully relaxed as I turned inside out. — Don't remember anything? — Questioned. — Nope. — Well, I can't help but notice that you just totally offended me. — He was calm and shook his foot to and fro. — But I understand your situation. I can assure you I'm a jerk, just not an asshole who preys on drunk women.

The steward answered cautiously, his forehead covered in a cold sweat. Because the people in the villa had just been changed, no one knew Angie. “Did you call 120?” Blake asked again. “Yes, they’ve already started.” The butler hurriedly nodded and added, “However, in this situation, 120 people would usually contact the doctor in the mental hospital. She should still be sent to the mental hospital to avoid harming the innocent again.” “A mental hospital.” Blake’s ink had turned darker. Angie had been sent there once, and she had committed suicide after only one day, so he paid for her to return the next day.

‘MC Royale. I think this is the place.’ Mariko looked up at the tall building in front of her and read the signage. She went inside and asked the receptionist on what floor the CEO had located. She immediately went up to the 20th floor and headed toward the room of the CEO. The executive assistant greeted her as soon as she arrived at the 20th floor. “I came to see Miss Orianna McCartney. I’m Agent Angel.” She introduced herself using her codename and told the secretary about her intention to come in.