Criminal Minds Lila Novels & Stories

“But I’ve seen the way some of those men looked at you. At the hospital. In the background. Like you were the missing piece of some puzzle they couldn’t quite reach.” Goosebumps crawl over my skin. “Have you told Luca this?” “I tried. But he’s so focused on the drug lords and the money laundering, he won’t listen to other theories. He’s spiraling, Lila. He’s trying to protect you, but he’s drowning in secrets.” A lump forms in my throat. “He doesn’t talk to me anymore. Not really.” “He’s scared,” Lena says. “And guilt ridden. Our mother… she left behind a mess none of us were prepared for. He’s trying to clean it up and protect you, but he’s just a man.”

Lila The first thing I was aware of was a male voice in the distance. Each word was pulling me to wake up but my chest felt heavy and God did my body hurt. I knew that voice. It belonged to the morning news anchor on Channel 8. Derrick Green. He had interviewed me three months ago and I found myself watching him everyday since then. He had a lovely voice and an even lovelier face, something Orion had always been jealous about. “…tragic news reaching our desk this morning. Lila Sterling, heiress and CEO elect of Sterling Global, is in critical condition after a fall from a balcony last night during her engagement to her long time boyfriend Orion Vale. Doctors say she may not make it, reportin

“We believe in you. And I’m sorry—I know how much he’s made you suffer, too. Elena told me everything, and I think we should all work together to make a plan. It’s time to get our revenge.” I nodded in agreement, watching as determination hardened Lila’s delicate features. “I already have a plan,” she said firmly. “I’ll go back to the company and the house tomorrow. I’ll give him hope—make him believe I’m considering returning the company to him. Slowly, I’ll earn his trust and get him to admit to all his crimes.” “That’s my clever, pretty mate,” I teased, smirking when her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink. “But…” she began, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Why did Elena tell you ev

Jake. She looked a little bit familiar to me, is all that was going on in my head. I had seen her before, I had interacted with her before in some sort of way or form. I had never really looked at her before, Atleast not this much. But something about her was bugging me and I needed to find out why. Why she looked familiar. I got out my phone and immediately sent out a text to my private investigator. "Get me everything you can on my new assistant, Lila Moreno. " I hit send and put my phone back in my pocket before I turned to face her.

she says. A sign for her to interpret. Why did she decide this was a sign for her, when I’m the one who did it? I’m the one who committed the crime. Not her, not my doll. I’m the one who took something helpless, something I loved, and threw it away into darkness.

, Damien asked in a cold tone as if warning them that they have entered the wrong territory. "Mr. Black, Lila Page was brutally murdered yesterday night and for the investigation we need to talk to Ms Rain.", one of the officers stated. My mind froze for a moment. Lila is dead! But how and why? Okay maybe we didn't share a good relationship and what she said yesterday was very cruel but still she was my sister and I never hated her. "Rain, angel?"

he added. “Reis… Reis, please…” “Tell me who hurt you, Lila?” he ordered, his tone harder. “I don’t know them… they were some Lunas in the arena… they were wondering why we came in together… please, Reis, let me cum, please.” I didn’t care if I was being selfish right now, but I really needed to release. “Just give it to me… give me your sweet juice. I know you want to cum on my fingers,” he whispered again, moving even faster.

Lila’s flare gun hung empty, her scarred arm trembling, but her eyes were locked on the glass-ash, on the reflection that wasn’t us. The ground rippled. Not an earthquake. A heartbeat. The glass-ash shattered upward, shards suspending mid-air, forming a perfect circle around us. Each shard showed a different us: Elena, throat slit in the warehouse, Heartstone glowing. Alexander, standing over his parents’ burning car, wager in hand. Mamá, young, signing the loan with a smile. Rosa, face blank, eyes red smears. Lila, nine, watching Etienne slip into the flood.

"So, let’s talk about the main event. How exactly did Mark stab you? I want the details. Every single one." Lila didn’t look at me. Instead, she turned her head toward Victor, her lip trembling in a way that looked practiced. "Babe, why is he interrogating me? I just got out of surgery. I’m the victim here, and he’s treating me like a criminal." "Because I’m the only one in this room who can actually save you," I answered before Victor could open his mouth.

“But something about her is off. It's like I'm trying to fathom her but I can't. It's like I can see through her by the same time I can.” Marcus handed my glass back to me, the content almost emptied. He folded his arms, staring leisurely at me. “Camille has been here for years and Lila has just been here for a few days. Camille knows the rules. Why would she want to frame Lila? Camille knows the rules. She's been here long enough.” “You and I know that Camille can be a little jealous and there's a tendency that Lila , despite being new, can still tell the truth. New people sometimes still tell the truth.” I responded slowly.