Criminal Minds X Novels & Stories

Bullet stated. Brandon sighe as he lean back on the sofa. "Yeah. She is in the room 204, just a floor ahead. She's in the same condo building when she send the video to us. Fuck it really makes me sick!" "I'm thankful that it's not real." I said. Brandon looked at me. "It looks like you're calm and not affected." he commented.

Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of two individuals. Zellman: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of three individuals. Hitler: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of two individuals. Grimm: Crimes are drug dealing, assault, and murder of two individuals. Sven: Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of three individuals. -

But still, the truth will pierce you and will drill deep into your mind, slipping through your thoughts. Serra felt like her heart shrank into the size of an atom, lost and then gone as the truth hit her like a poisoned arrow, painful and torturous. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Her mind repeats. Should she be scared? Mira is a Badblood. Should she hate her? She's a monster. Her kind killed your father, a voice inside her said. She's your friend and will never hurt you, another voice inside her said. She just stood there confused and unmoving. She felt a lump on her throat and her eyes started to blur.

He grins as if he has gotten his way so Owen figures that they must be leaving the room or doing whatever else it was that he wanted them to do. He waits a minute longer, watching the room before he puts the binoculars back in the pocket of his cargo pants and bends down to grab Owens bound hands once more. Owen quickly closes his eyes before the officer sees that he is awake. He is being drug across the ground once more, but no longer through the trees. He knows exactly where he is going. Brandon Michaels is heading towards the well house, where he has left his other victims. He is thinking that Owen is going to be his third one.

The man acts as if he's aroused by my presence near him as he keeps staring at me with hooded eyes before gliding his dirty gaze up and down my body, shamelessly. Asshole. I'll make sure you learn a lesson before you die. The silky white shirt I'm wearing isn't tight at all but I made sure it shows my cleavage a bit more than needed and one sleeve is off-shoulded. On the other hand, the black skirt reached above mid thigh, showing my long legs thoroughly. I know what I'm doing. I'd be mistaken to think he's a stupid, shameless and characterless random guy. Because he's nothing but a cold-blooded serial killer, attached to some illegal business and works under a psychopath's command.

It had a couple pictures from the CCTV footage, I had already seen the footage he sent me through the email, however this report was just an elaborate and labeled version of it. “They’ve got the scorpion tattoo on their arms.” Leonas pointed with his chin towards the men. The scorpion tattoos were an indication of Albanians in Chicago. As far as I was concerned we had nothing going on with them, we weren’t enemies but we stayed off each other's ways. But for this to happen it seemed something was going on. Leonas had found them on the security footage of the dead men’s apartment, the footage that was deleted but Leonas had people on tech who brought it back.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

"You really shouldn’t know, I don’t know if you can handle going deep into the gory details" Somehow, it sounded like he was worried about me and I really shouldn’t venture into it but I shrugged the thought off. I want to know the kind of criminal I was dealing with. "Trust me, I've seen worse" I tried to sound as convincing as I could even though my heart was hammering at the thought of learning something horrible about the murder. "are you sure?"

They we're about to clean everything when the color of those bastards blood made me want to kill more of them. Indeed, when my eyes caught sight of Victoria again, a vicious idea forms in my head. I don't care if it will counted me as a psycho or perv for what I am about to do. I just need a release and this could be a last good memory of this place before selling it to another person. "Jace" I call to the lieutenant of my crime unit. "Yes. Don. Leave the cleaning for tomorrow" I said. "I also want a full report of tonight's security breach and tonight's event tomorrow morning. Make sure to inform our removalist team to ready my home at Southern Park, 460 Park Avenue tomorrow."

The paleness of her skin and the blue tint making its way to her lips were worrying. Adrian ran up to me. "Boss, what do you want us to do about her father?" "Don't address that prick as her father. That traitor belongs to Zone X." Zone X is an isolation prison where our victims kill themselves from the inside out. A perfect concrete box design to break their will to live. "Get your damn hands off me! Please don't do this. This is not what's supposed to happen. I wish I never took that deal." "Can someone shut him up, please?" Chris huffed in frustration.