Criminal Minds Reid Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elion could hear the water running. He sat there, shivering in the warm room. He put the glass down. He reached under his pillow and pulled out the notebook. Anomaly 42: The Nightmare. Kitchen explosion. Steel rod in chest. Anomaly 43: Cale's Reaction. He didn't ask what I dreamt. He knew. Anomaly 44: The Phrase. "I reject this ending." He stared at the words. I reject this ending. It sounded like a spell. Or a command.

I swirled it slowly, watching the dark red liquid move in circles before taking a sip. It was good wine, expensive. But right now I could barely taste it. This was because my mind was elsewhere. My mind was far off on the iron claws, boaz had told me earlier about the leader of the iron claws, Clifford. That bastard. Honestly, no matter how much I tried to take my mind away. My mind still ends up drifting toward it. The ambush. My men who had died in that evil act and lastly the shipment that was stolen by those bastards.

After a long time, Jonathan's assistant, Bretman Reeves, came to take me back to the psychiatric hospital. The moment they locked me back in the room, my phone buzzed. I picked it up with difficulty and saw that the trending feed had exploded. There were articles titled, "Mallory Silva Goes Crazy With Jealousy, Frames Charlotte Stewart", "Jonathan Fowler's Wife is Suspected to be Mentally Unstable", and "Charlotte Stewart is Pushed Down Stairs by Mallory Silva, Unconscious and Hospitalized".

Reynolds looked deathly pale. His voice was barely a thready whisper as he said, "It's not what you think with Alia." I almost laughed out loud. "Not what I think? Reynolds, I saw it with my own eyes. What possible explanation could you have?" He pressed his lips together, as if summoning all his resolve. "I admit, I wasn't in my right mind. She kept tempting me, telling me that we weren't officially marked yet and I didn't have to take responsibility… I just lost control."

My mind went back to Flint, despite not wanting to, and the last thing I heard about him was that he had been locked away with his mother. Under different circumstances, I might have spent more time wondering what had become of him, whether he regretted anything, or whether he was still clinging to the same twisted beliefs that had led him here in the first place. But I couldn't bring myself to care, not really. Every thought circled back to Levi. My gaze drifted toward the adjoining room where he lay sleeping, and the familiar ache settled in my chest again, the one that never seemed to leave no matter how many days passed.

I pushed the ugly memories out of my mind, not ready to be overwhelmed by sad emotions and ruin my day. “Come with me.” I stared around the luxurious living room one last time before walking up the staircase with Reid. We walked to the second floor and he led me down a hallway to the last room. I found it a little weird he was taking me to my room himself, isn’t that the work of the maids? Well, I guess there are a lot of things weird about him, he was a complete contrast to the other rich alphas that would keep a scowl on their faces and would never even want to be close to you, like they forgot they bought you with their money. He was acting kind and nice, I guess I was quite lucky then, j

Better to be rejected than murdered in my opinion even though I did hear rumors here and there than being rejected was sometimes even worse than death in itself. The rejection supposedly left your soul empty and there was no happiness left in you. In time you turn into a vicious beast that cares for nothing and no one. That was not the best option either, but I was adamant to believe that those rumors were just that. Rumors. You know what they say, you tell yourself anything just to make an excuse for your actions or something like that.

I want to ask him where he is going but I lost my chance when he just walked out from the room. Once again, I tried to think something that can help us to catch the culprit but the lead that all we have is rotting 6 feet under the ground. 3 years after he was convicted, he began showing schizophrenic behavior until one day, he just died inside his prison cell. The investigation report shows that he lost his sanity because of guilt from his victims, however, there are writings in his cell that didn’t match this claim. His journal shows his daily entry of repenting and saying that he didn’t do the serial killings and someone keeps on visiting him, while feeding him the information that’s why

says Mikhail. His words pierce my mind and because of that, my eyesight turns completely red, perfectly focusing on the two people who have conspired for my children to die, so, immediately, I transform into a wolf. I don't think anymore, I just act and because of that, I just see how I run fast and throw myself on the two people, who I scratch with so much hatred that I can feel a lot of satisfaction when their skin opens under my claws.

Jane's forehead creased when she saw a familiar tattoo on the victim's wrist as she scanned the papers of the victims for following up reports regarding the missing girl's case. Dragon? Jane thought as she scan the paper again, making sure she was seeing right information on the paper. Now, what does this bastards doing killing people especially students? I know that they're into prostitution and drug dealing but students from her former academy was bit of odd; she click her tongue and croaked her neck to the side as she flip the papers to look at the other side of the paper and found something that reminds her of what happened years back. Jane blink her eyes as she remembered the betrayal a