Novel & Cerita Criminal Minds Blue Angel

“More like, what isn’t she on trial for? That Mer broke so many rules, they went through six urchin spines writing the warrant. She’ll be lucky to ever see the outside of a jail cell again—and she’ll be lucky if that’s the worst they do. A pity, but then, I guess what goes around, comes around.” Ginger switched her weight atop her bony legs like a little kid needing a restroom, giving him another come-hither look from beneath her lashes. “Now, had she stacked her karma with good deeds like, oh, I don’t know, doling out scallops, her fate might be different.” He had no clue what the bird was talking about be-yond “jail cell.” They couldn’t put Angel in jail. She’d sacrificed herself for Micha

she said, her voice gruff. “Good,” I said, not looking up from a list of missing children. There were eleven names. Eleven. “We intercepted a small rogue group trying to scavenge near the southern river,” she continued. “Three of them. They didn’t put up much of a fight. They’re in the cells.” This time I looked up. “Did they talk?” Rhea’s jaw tightened. “They don’t know anything useful. Low-level muscle. They were hired through a middleman, paid in silver. They never saw the one who gave the orders. They called him ‘the Angel.’ That’s it.”

“And Alpha Devant ordered for his death when the mad king found out about Ahbaya’s secret group.” She was beginning to sound testy, whiney even. But who wouldn’t when you’ve found out that your mate, your future partner in life had been fucking another woman in the sideliness. I understand her, painfully so. But I’ve seen Blue. I know who he is and I’ve encountered him a couple of times when I was still one of Ahbaya’s boys. Blue was tall with a lean muscular frame. His eyes were as blue as the ocean and his silver long hair reached down to his back.

Angel was handcuffed as she sat on a chair and was surrounded by six officers. My mother rushed her over and hugged her tightly as she cried, "You must have suffered so much, Angel. Don't worry, I'll take you home…" Before she could finish her words, Officer John pulled her away. "Get a grip of yourself!" My mother was bewildered. Then, she noticed the handcuffs on Angel's wrists and instinctively tried to tear them off. Officer John sighed deeply as he looked at her frantic state with pity in his eyes. "You can't take her home, Elina. She's a murderer."

but the chief raised his hands to stop her. “Enough of this drama Agent Shirley.” He said. “Whatever problem you two have, I advise that you solve it before I take you both off the case! Now Agent Shirley, tell me what you’ve learned about this homicide so far, and why there’s “angel of death” written on the wall, in red.” ---------------------------------------------------- Shirley came out of the apartment building and spotted Azriel right away; she hurried to her and tried to apologize for keeping her waiting for too long. She tried. She called her out countless times, but it seemed Azriel had been kept prisoner in her own mind for some reason. Her thoughts were so far away and lost and

Castle. The question lodged in my throat like broken glass. “Is it the mafia?” I froze. For a moment, I thought I misheard him. I wanted to believe I did. But Angel was staring at me—sharp, breathless, deadly calm. Like he’d already put the pieces together and just wanted to see if I’d open up to him. I could’ve said yes. I could’ve said no. I could’ve told him that the truth is somewhere between justice and madness—that I’m not who he thinks I am, not who anyone thinks I am.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

"Look at me. Open your eyes. Dammit, look at me!" I desperately wanted to oblige, but I was terrified that if I opened my eyes, I would see his sickening green gaze staring back at me. "Fuck!" Danzel cursed in pure panic. Then, his voice dropped into a desperate plea. "Angel, love, open your eyes, please." My eyes finally shot open. I wasn't met with dead green. I was met with blazing, intense deep blue eyes staring desperately into mine. My entire body instantly softened, helplessly lost in those blue depths.

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

My lo- I stopped there and opened my eyes. All I could see was a blurry world around me. It was not because of rage. But the despair that followed. My jaw clenched as did my fists. My head was pushed back on the headrest of my chair. Angel lied to me. She hid the truth from me. She hid the fact that she could be killed that night. And that terrified me. All the possibilities of that night, scared me. All that could ever happen. What if someone hurt my Angel badly? What if they accidentally shot her! What if they kil-NO!