Criminal Minds Seven Seconds Novels & Stories

I knew she could feel it beating violently against her palm. For a second, I leaned in, my gaze fixed on her lips, as the space between us closed— A sharp, violent buzzing on the marble nightstand shattered the moment. Hazel blinked, She stepped back quickly, her hand dropping from my chest as she cleared her throat, her face flushing a deep, radiant crimson. I let out a ragged breath, rubbing a hand down my face as I walked over to the nightstand. It was my private secure phone. A notification from my head of global security was flashing on the screen.

When she stopped me from calling emergency services, she kept insisting the child couldn't be saved. In the end, the one who couldn't be saved was her own son. She had killed him with her own hands. The police began reviewing surveillance footage. The kindergarten cameras were broken, but the main road camera outside was working. In the footage, Esther could be seen driving in at a moderate speed. She glanced at the playground. Suddenly, she spun the steering wheel and headed straight for a group of children. She didn't try to break. She drove right into them. The police also pulled up messages from her phone.

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

Sometimes what we think we’ve lost forever isn’t truly gone—it’s just waiting in the shadows, lingering quietly until the moment it steps back into the light without warning. That was exactly what happened to Noah. He stood frozen at the head of the conference room, confusion and something sharper twisting in his chest as his gaze locked on seat number thirteen. Nathan sat there, staring straight back at him with wide, stunned eyes—the same eyes Noah remembered from six years ago, the same quiet defiance buried under layers of fear. It felt impossible, like a hallucination conjured from too many sleepless nights spent wondering where Nathan had vanished to.

"You kicked her, you struck her with an ashtray, and you treated your own sister like mere merchandise. Do you even hear yourself, Gina?" Gina huddled against the wall, her legs giving way beneath her. She trembled so hard that she could barely stay upright. She was on the verge of collapsing right there on the floor. Edoardo flashed a cold smile, his words carrying a lethal chill while saying, "You took the woman I've spent seven years looking for and delivered her straight to my door, but you did it by scarring her face—leaving two ugly marks that weren't there before." Edoardo's composure shattered after saying that, his voice vibrating with an emotion he could no longer control. His fury

"I'll go in first. Like it or not, we're going to do what we have to do to take them down." Seven nodded as a low menacing growl erupted from deep within his throat. I could see that he was in the mood for some payback. I peered down the hallway, and several hunters turned with assault rifles in hand, so I gunned them down, trying to spare their lives where I could. Walking down the hallway, I kicked a weapon out of reach of one that was alive as I passed. The man popped up and grabbed my leg, but Seven ripped out his throat and blood splattered over his fur. He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go.

The doctor simply wrapped my hand for me. "Ms. Houston has psychological problems. She needs to see a shrink." "I see. Thanks." After they left, only Jeffrey and I were in the room. I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling indifferently. My soul seemed to float outside my body. Jeffrey was sad when he saw me like this. "Audrey... Please give me a chance to make up for you." That tranquilizer seemed to work. My heart used to be dead. But now I could remember even the most horrible days.

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”