Criminal Minds Lila Novels & Stories

Dylan mocked Lucian, who clenched his jaws. “Fuck you, Dylan!” Lucian angrily cursed him. “Tell me, where the fuck are you?” Dylan started walking away. He even locked the door after he left. I want to follow them, but I lost my strength. I swallowed hard as I looked at the window. I chewed my lower lip. All I can see is the never ending green scenery. It was like a paradise. A lonely paradise. A paradise for sorrowful soul. Hugging myself, I can only hope and pray that Lucian come with a plan. Although, I know that he will because he's smart. I'm just scared that Dylan might outsmart him, just like what he did to Jacob and to me. ~

Feeling guilty, Sabrina looked at him and asked, "Finnley... did you wait for me in the living room all night?" "The police came here last night." Finnley slowly walked toward her. He stared at her with an oppressive gaze. "Do you know Liliana was in a car accident?" "I... I saw the video online..." Sabrina became so nervous that she kept swallowing. Her guilty expression convinced Finnley that she had something to do with it. Disappointment filled his heart as he asked, "Did you hire someone to do it?" "I didn't!" Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Sabrina screamed,

For them. For the future they both deserved. (Lila POV) I sat in the cold interrogation room at the police station, my hands cuffed to the table, my mind still reeling from everything that had happened. The fluorescent lights above me buzzed loudly, casting a harsh glow on the gray walls. I had been here for hours. No one had brought me water. No one had let me call anyone. No one believed me. The guards had led me here in handcuffs, their grips firm on my arms, their faces blank as if they had done this a thousand times before. I had tried to explain on the way, but they hadn’t listened. They just kept walking, their footsteps echoing in the hallway like a countdown to something I couldn’t

I watch with horror as a bound woman wearing too much makeup around her glassy eyes – and nothing else – is fondled by four hooded, leather-clad men. “Harper…” Lila’s broken whisper rings with fear and pain. “Oh my God.” I hurt for her. How terrible it must be to see a loved one at the mercy of strangers willing to degrade her for a sick thrill and profit. Then it gets worse as the ad’s words begin to scroll across the screen. Lila gasps, slapping a hand over her mouth as she reads. Another rung of horror grips me. “They’re going to force her to star in a snuff film?”

“Why?” Lila lifted her phone slowly, holding it up so the screen faced the room. “There’s something you all need to see.” “No,” Claire snapped instantly. “You’ve done enough tonight.” Lila ignored her completely. Her eyes landed directly on Lucas. Then on me. Then back to the television screen. “You’re all focused on the wrong scandal.” Lila stepped further into the room. Calm. Perfectly composed. Her posture stayed straight and her expression stayed even. “What are you talking about?” Ethan asked carefully.

he said quietly, “she would’ve killed them here.” A chill ran down my spine. Marcus cursed under his breath. “So she took them.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Leverage.” Callum looked at me, and the guilt in his eyes nearly shattered me. “Lila… this was targeted. She didn’t just attack randomly. She wanted to break you.” I laughed but there was no humor in it. Just something hollow. “Congratulations. She’s doing a great job.” Nathan stepped closer again, slower this time, like I was something fragile. “Lila… we’ll get them back.”

Lil Whatever Cain would tell me, his sins were unforgivable. He was the reason my life became poignant. He was the reason why I killed a lot of innocent people, even my friend's mother. And I wasn't in a difficult situation if he didn't show his demonic face. But if he wanted to assist me in breaking the curse, why wouldn't he talk to me instead of blasting in my ear like a machine gun?

Everyone could see them clearly. [I never thought that one day I would have to prove my innocence because of my parents’ actions.] What I said vaguely was quickly interpreted by people online in a dozen different ways, but the photos left no room for doubt. The people who had been attacking me realized they had been misled. Angry and determined, they dug up everything about Lila. Some details were new even to me, like the fact that she had had ten abortions in two years. Zeke added fuel to the fire. He released the explicit videos they had taken and made Lila infamous all over again.

My voice cracked. “The people I used to work for,” he said, spitting the words out like venom. His jaw tightened, eyes dark. “The same ones I told you about, the ones I hunted supernaturals for. Government-backed. Cold and Ruthless.” He paused, dragging a hand down his face. “They know about you, Lila. They’ve been tracking you since the day you crossed into the human world.” My heart lurched in my chest, my fork clattering against the plate. “Tracking… me?”

And Lila’s smile faltered. The film began. Eclipse unfolded—a dark, intense psychological thriller that mirrored Amara’s own journey. Her character, Dr. Naomi Reyes, hunted a killer who preyed on women who had been publicly shamed. She was sharp, isolated, and unbroken. In the final act, she killed the lead. Claire Voss—Lila’s character—died by her hand. Not with a scream or a dramatic struggle, but with a single, quiet line: > “You thought you could destroy me. But you forgot one thing.