Criminal Minds Season 1 9 Novels & Stories

I opened my cam after I finished preparing my stuffs. “Let’s eat.” I said. “So tell us, what happened to you? Does he bothers you?” – Nica. “No, he didn’t. But I was just like, kinda scared. To be honest I locked myself up here, I didn’t open my door. I think that man is mocking up.” I replied. “Eh, why would he do that, that early?” – Layra. “You have a point, is he gone mad to do such creepy things?” – Thea.

Letting out a growl she runs to the area, the bricked walls not so high but in the height where a human cannot climb, she walks in, the interior is the walls of separate rooms in different heights, where some are short one wall and some are two, typically like a maze. Cautiously she tramples across the bare land, her eyes catching every corner. Her movements stop, she steps back leaning on to the large wall...The sound of footsteps get closer... She jumps forward when a familiar man comes to her view, the man who murdered Philips's son, she read through the files in Mintz’s office to find out whether Mintz had known about it and as expected he did know, he knows everything behind the AIM’s c

"How are you holding up?" Xander asked just after he finished examining me. My chest, just close to my heart was burning up. It wasn't as painful as at that moment I was shot but the pain was bad. I've suffered a gunshot wound before when Marlon had invited me on one of the typical police chases. The suspect was a drug dealer, abuser and a single father. He had slaughtered his fifteen year old daughter in cold blood because he was high, drunk and angry.

"How vile, targeting an old lady like that." "The death penalty is too good for someone like her." Just as the cuffs were about to click shut around my wrists, I took a deep breath and abruptly stepped back. "Wait." My voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to cut through the noise. Every single pair of eyes in the corridor snapped to me. The officer frowned. "Ms. Spencer, please cooperate." "I am cooperating," I said, looking him dead in the eye. My voice was steady as I continued, "But before that, I have something I need to show you."

The lights in the municipal interrogation room were blinding, more suffocating than the dim lanterns in the escape room. Across from me sat Daniel Shaw, head of the city’s Criminal Investigation Unit. Beside him, taking notes, was a young female officer named Emily. “Miss Sullivan, go over what happened last night again. In detail.” Daniel’s voice was calm but carried an unmistakable pressure. “Don’t leave anything out, no matter how insignificant it seems.” I nodded, trying to steady my voice.

BRANDON Four weeks later, preceding Alfio’s case investigation, the prosecution office has Marcus Katrakis and Annette Teller arrested by the UK police and transported to New York, where they committed the crime of murder. I am now facing the man who killed Mom and Elga, with a glass wall dividing us. He has a number plate over the left breast of a gray uniform, wearing the same as the rest of the criminals inside.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"You think someone betrayed us?" Nikolai turned slightly, his eyes catching Roman’s. "Yes," he said, "someone made a mistake. And I don’t forgive mistakes," he said pressing the remote control and the screen on the wall lit up. Gasps rippled through the table as everyone glanced at Victor wide-eyed. "So tell me Victor, why is there footage of you picking up the envelope just right after Roman dropped it on my table..." The silence that followed was deafening, no one dared breathe too loudly lest they irk the boss. Victor was sweating uncontrollably as he fell on his knees, his hands lifted in surrender. He didn't get a chance to apologise because the next second a bullet tore through his sku

MYSTIC HOLLOW (Homicide) . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 9 . It was lunch break already, the four friends sat on their regular table and had their lunch while talkibg about the recent killings. "It was Detective Phillips, the news is on T.V already" Elena said as she stared at something on her phone "I've not seen the news lately, can you show me his photo?" Alex asked as Elena showed her a photo on her phone.

I jerked up almost immediately on impulse, my heart racing a thousand miles as I stared at the television, eyes wide. ……. the suspected killer is said according to the footage, to be dressed in a red hoodie and black ……...if you happen to come across……. Report to the……or dial….911 Oh my god!! The words from the tv that I thought I wasn’t paying attention to replayed in broken pieces in my mind and I connected it to what I saw outside. Red hoodie. Black pants. Blood. I almost screamed when the realization struck me hard. I covered my mouth with my palm not knowing what else to do as I fell heavily on the couch. My brain was fuzzy and I didn’t want to think about what my mind wanted me to thi