Criminal Minds Lila Novels & Stories

After a brief opening speech, the evidence was presented in summary to reiterate the cast against Lila. “…and these crimes could be punishable with excommunication or death.” I stopped listening to the legal arguments echoing in the chamber, fixed my eyes on Lila. While she was flustered and forlorn yesterday, now she seemed completely calm and resolute. It was as if overnight she had understood some great philosophy of the meaning of life, the serenity in her face was enchanting. When Lila was called to take the stand, she rose from her seat and floated toward the bench. It looks like her feet barely touch the ground. I start to wonder if she is hasn’t eaten anything in two days and is star

Tessa asked. "I was a model inmate," Lila said, her voice getting lower with each word. "A murderer? A model inmate?" Tessa scoffed. "Oh, please, that must be a joke if you believe it." Lila began to question everything she knew in life. "I already know that you did not do it, but there is no evidence to prove it, but trust me, my daughter, I am going to make sure that the real culprit gets punished for doing this to you."

Some people murmured with a smug laughter. Lila wondered how fickle people's minds could be. Looking at the smiling Cynthia, she wondered how she had fallen victim to such an idiot's plot even in the past. “Since you have decided to bring this up, be ready for the aftermath, Cynthia,” she thought inwardly and smirked with full belief that Cynthia must have paid someone to slide the watch into her bag. “She's right. I'll only pay if we watch security footage!” Lila's partner insisted.

Lila alone was a woman with a talent for performance and a history of taking credit for things that didn't belong to her. Lila with Victor Kane was something else. Lila with Victor Kane was a conspiracy with resources and reach and the specific, cold patience of people who understood that the best crimes are the ones that look like accidents and the best lies are the ones that get other people to believe them so completely that they do the enforcement for you.

Her skin bore the map of abuse, though the bruises faded to angry purple and the scars telling stories Raven dared not imagine aloud. “You’re Raven,” Lila said without preamble, voice trembling but clear. “I heard you’re fighting them.” Raven nodded, lowering herself beside her with care. “I’m trying. Can you tell me what you know?" Lila’s hands trembled as she clasped and unclasped them, struggling for the words. “It started when I was seventeen. I thought the job was just... work. Dancing and parties, but then it turned. The whispers became screams and the men, they weren’t customers, they were hunters.”

Lila spoke for me. "I do not......." Before I could finish my sentence Lila dragged me away from the table. "What is it now"I asked with my arms folded "You're still interrogating him" she said as she facepalmed "Look, I'm only trying to watch out for you. What if he's a criminal or a hacker or maybe a serial killer?"I said trying to make her reason with me "He's none of those besides he's mine and I can watch out for myself"she argued

“That I was more valuable as a mystery than a person.” The detective exhales sharply. “And the livestream?” “I planned it,” Lila admits. “Not the kidnapping. The signal.” She looks down at her hands. “I knew they watched everything. I needed proof. I needed witnesses.” “And blinking twice?” the detective asks. Lila’s eyes fill. “I hoped Jade would see.” Jade The door opens. Jade stands so fast her chair scrapes loudly against the floor. Lila steps out, smaller somehow, but real. Jade doesn’t hesitate—she pulls her into a tight hug, careful of the bruises, breathing her in like oxygen.

“I sent my men over as instructed. If they locate Damian at the hotel, they will shoot him on sight, and anyone unlucky enough to be a witness. That includes your precious Ethan and maybe...you.” Lila trembled violently, nearly dropping the laptop as pure panic consumed her. “You beast!” she choked out, voice breaking. He let out a soft, chilling laugh. “Don’t blame me, darling. It was truly a pleasure working with you.” The call ended abruptly with a click, leaving her standing in stunned, total terror. The cigarette burned forgotten between her fingers. Heart pounding, Lila quickly switched to FaceTime and dialed JoJo. He answered almost immediately. The video showed him lying comfortably

Her lips parted in a venomous smile as she whispered to herself, “Let’s see how much you love Elara when I take away the only reason you think she matters to you.” The car rolled to a stop outside her building, but Lila stayed seated for a moment longer, staring at her reflection in the tinted window. Her eyes were sharp, her beauty unshaken despite the rage twisting inside her. This wasn’t the end. This was just the beginning. She picked up her phone again, scrolling to another number on her list. A different contact this time, not Leonard’s assistant, but someone far more skilled at… adjustments. Someone who could make medical records, DNA results, and hospital files disappear or reappear

She rolled her eyes at me as she opened the door, “Well no one would believe you even if you came out to say that, bitter lilith.” To think we used to be close when we were younger was something that felt unreal whenever I thought about it. And right now, we were just the Belluci women who got compared each day, side by side by everyone. While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known