Criminal Minds To Hell And Back Novels & Stories

(Bright's POV) Understanding the minds of criminals is my job. Sitting in a locked room with a person who's seen a lot of people die before his eyes doesn't bother me anymore. In fact, it never did. I see a maximum security prison as an amusement park. But instead of fun rides and various attractions, the stars of this place are serial killers and their magnificent crimes. Killing is a form of art, and I'm just one of a million people who would fall asleep with their dark confessions like it's some bedtime story.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.

You are being arrested under suspicion of conspiracy to murder, attempted homicide, and complicity in several counts of premeditated murder. "'You can't—' Carl yelled. 'This is a mistake! I built this city! You think you can take me down like some ghetto punk?'" A second officer moved in, voice cold and harsh. "You are a criminal." Brigs sneered up, bleeding lip contorted. "Mother. you're going to let them do this to me?" Helen said nothing. Her eyes—tired and red—simply stared at him like he was a stranger. As if he'd been dead a very long time, and all that remained was just a shadow with his face.

That my not-mother had framed me for his murder. Didn’t give one flying fuck… But finding Ann like this? Finding my mother’s mind so messed up by their drugs she’d never recover? Seeing her mentally break apart and knowing that she would never return to her old self again? And finally, finding my brother in a cage? That was what had put me on this path!

She starts rifling through the wallet’s contents with the practiced ease of a skilled thief. “God, I can’t believe I’m living with a master thief. Now I really feel bad for that poor guy,” I laugh, leaning back against the small headboard. My mind is still racing, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of anger, fear, and the ever-present desire for revenge. Ivan Volkov is going to be my new and scariest nightmare.

The table let out a clang, his body pressing against the hard metal as his eyes stare at the blood dripping organ clenched around the supposedly dead person's fingers. He took out his heart. Christian's heart. He wanted to scream, let out the fear and remove the stormy cloud gathering in his chest. But his oversized ego would not allow that, watching as his predator advances slowly, taking all his time like he had the world in his hand. All he had witnessed was enough to come to a conclusion. He had just voluntarily entered the other side of hell.

“Which pack, Cal?” Finally he met my gaze again. His eyes had gone small. “Hellhounds.” I needed a few seconds before I could respond. The Hellhounds were a pack that I would sure as shit rather not have anything to do with. They were nothing but trouble. Filthy rich but low-class lovers of mayhem with a long lineage in organized crime. Their Alphas were notorious for shuffling in and out of prison. They ran the show inside the prisons, too—mob bosses, you might call them.

Hearing their support, Lucius became completely lost in his own power trip. He walked to the front of the stage and, facing everyone, declared in a booming voice: "By the authority of the Alliance Chairman, and invoking the ancient laws, I find the criminal Clara Winters guilty of promiscuity, deceit, and treason!" He paused, a cruel glint in his eye. "I sentence her and the bastard in her womb to—" Just as he was about to say the words "death by fire," a calm voice cut him off. "Wait." I slowly rose from my seat. My gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on his stunned face. "Chairman. Have you... forgotten something?"

Root frowned. “Purpose?” Helen answered: “To rehabilitate offenders by separating criminal memory structures from future identity.” Elena's stomach tightened. “How many?” “Initially twelve.” Charles whispered: “Twelve prisoners.” “Yes.” “What crimes?” “Different.” “Violence.” “Theft.” “Fraud.” “One homicide.” “Participation was voluntary?” Helen hesitated. Elena's expression hardened. “Helen.” “Legally.” “That wasn't my question.” Helen looked at the floor.

He was about to say something, but I cut him,"Don't you dare to say anything. Because now I had enough. You said alot now its my turn. What you think of yourself? You are not God Akash. This is not hell ,Who will punish other on their mistake. I wish someone could ease my pain. I'm human and I have feelings and heart. I'm not like you Akash. I will never forgive you for what you've done. I will never forgive you for sending Dhruv to rape me. Have you ever thought how it feels when someone going to get rape?? Do you even think for once before saying anything that how will it feels to others??And you slapped me till I am faint your are such a devil. From childhood I always live in hell, my unc