Criminal Minds To Hell And Back Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I would fall into a daze and eventually drift off to sleep. I became numb to everything around me and followed instructions almost mechanically. Eventually, I learned to be clever. I hid the pills. I flawlessly mimicked the behavior of people affected by the medication and replicated every gesture with precision. Not only could I fool the doctors but also Ava. I learned from books that when dealing with a stronger enemy, brute force did not work. I needed to be smart. There were all kinds of drugs in the mental health institute. Each one had different effects. I thought they were amazing and had always wanted to try them on someone.

Tessa got sentenced for attempted assault, trespass, harassment, and more. The dispatch center fired her and aided the probe. Long jail-time stretched ahead. The invite in that "dream" was unprovable forever. Perhaps needless. Wesley was discharged soon, and our lives went back to normal. Yet something had changed along the way. Chris returned home earlier than before. We talked more and went to therapy sessions together. He stopped dismissing my fears as overthinking and repurposed the covert camera for recording Wesley's growth. Tessa was sentenced to ten years in prison, and her time there was tough. Child-endangerers were despised, and the inmates spat derisively at her shadow.

I was a ghost, a nobody, tethered to nothing and no one. That changed when I was nine. I didn’t see the men coming—just felt the prick of a needle in my arm as I walked home from the market, my vision blurring as the world tilted sideways. When I woke up, I was in a dank basement, my wrists bound, my clothes torn. They didn’t care that I was a child. They raped me, broke me, then sold me off like livestock to a mafia outfit run by a brute named Marcus. He was a monster—huge, with hands that left bruises and a laugh that chilled my blood.

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

The Monster POV Evil, know I am evil for what I have done. I don't feel remorse, she had no right to take the twins. I will have them! I will have my way and become the Luna they need. She may think she has them, but I will take them from her. I had let him have his way with her, the way he moaned as he fucked her despite her cries. I knew he was supposed to wait, but he had grabbed her; I had to reward him. I couldn't lose his help or my plan wouldn't work. When he had finished with her, I let him fuck me while pretending I was her for his enjoyment. It was fun but I wanted his cock to be that of the twins. I didn't feel bad for what we had done, I was pissed she had gotten away. We had ba

She smirked lightly, "Demons are cocky bastards and being so full of themselves. That is always their downfall." "Humans are just as bad, ya know." He said as he nodded to a couple of customers that were tucked off in a booth against the far wall. "Danny over there just got out of rehab for his meth addiction, but he bounced right back into it not so long after." He glanced to the clock on the wall just above the door. "Any second now."

Christopher took a deep breath. "And our competitors were trying to take us down. Charlie and I were working our butts off, and we broke our bodies thanks to that. You ladies ignored us when we came to you. And you were flirting with those men. Unbelievable." I was already close to forgiving Christopher. "Well, you didn't tell us you guys booked a room." "And risk you escaping me again? Charlie even gave you guys 15 million in case you ran out of money. You ladies didn't notice that?"

This damn building… this damn apartment… Shawn pulled the car in front of the ‘crime scene’, Danielle’s house. The moment he set foot out of that infernal place; Shawn promised himself never to return again, not even for a simple visit. Danielle tried to play him and she almost had her way. He had an idea of how malicious, how vengeful she was, but by sending the photos to his wife, Danielle pushed this sick game to another level. This madness had to stop and she had to pay for all she had done to Belle and to him.