Criminal Minds X Novels & Stories

The moment they chose Gloria and disregarded my survival, they were no longer my brothers. Saul narrowed his eyes dangerously. “It seems like I have to teach you a lesson.” Before I could say no, he forced me to kneel on the shards on the floor. A sharp pain shot straight into my entire body. Then, he helped Gloria up before he stomped down on my knees. I sucked in a sharp breath as the shards dug even deeper. They took me to the police station. Since Camala refused to admit her crimes and the drunkard was proven to be mentally unsound, the investigation had come to a halt. They needed more proof.

I broke into a run, by the time I reached the lecture hall, my chest was tight and my hands were shaking, but I didn’t turn back, I didn’t look for him, I didn’t give myself the chance to hear whatever excuse he was ready to throw at me. “Rough morning?” I dropped into my seat, barely glancing at the girl beside me. “You could say that.” The room quieted as Dr. Nathaniel Carter walked in, placing his notes neatly on the desk. “Today we’ll be discussing criminal psychology in high-risk offenders,” he said, scanning the room. “This is not just theory. This is a real-world application.” “Melissa.” I straightened slightly. “Yes, sir?” “What motivates individuals in organized crime?” Dr. Carter a

He couldn’t believe he’d had anything to do with such a slimy bitch and… “Erm… according to the file here….” Mr Paul started glancing at the papers in his hands, “She has Brain Cancer, bipolar disorders and some other mental disorder that wasn’t disclosed here. It is to note that she’d associated with hard drugs and overdosed on a certain medication that is not stated here too. All these were before the attacks on you and Miss Madison, and right now, her lawyer and father are claiming that she was not in the right senses when she committed all those crimes.” “What!” Damien and Madison both said in unison, their eyes straying until they met each other, and at the same time, their jaw dropped

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

I said, my voice low, controlled. One of the detectives stepped forward, a file in hand. “The victim is Kraven Hemsington, suspected in multiple murders but never convicted. He was caught in the act of raping a 19-year-old store clerk who he dragged out the back of this convenience store when our killer struck. The clerk is alive and in route to the hospital but their condition is critical.” I nodded, absorbing the information. “Are we lucky enough for any security footage?” The detective shook his head. “Nah, we checked… these types of places pay under the table and skim cash off the top; they don't want video evidence hanging around for Mr. Taxman..”

The door closes and I begin trembling. I'm not sure if it's caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is-all the horrible things I know about him. He's the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There's never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he's responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn't care.

His eyes rimmed red as he continued, "I can't prove it was just a dream, but Wesley is here. You're here. We're together." He cradled my face, pressing his forehead against mine. "We nearly fell for her trap. Grant me redemption. Let's protect our family together." I shut my eyes, nodding as tears fell. This time they were not cold. Sleepless hours stretched. Our hands clasped as we quietly watched over Wesley. The police disclosed Tessa's full confession. Sick obsession was her motive. A week later, the charges were dropped. Tessa got sentenced for attempted assault, trespass, harassment, and more.

I was hardly sick, it was just one time close to thanksgiving I caught a flu in prison. "That's sudden. I'll handle the tab and take you home," Martin says as his eyes flashes around. "I'll make a quick dash to the restroom," I say, already getting up. Martin rises too. "I'll come with." "No, no. It's fine," I say, hurrying past him. I pushed through a small crowd of people to get to the restroom. I didn't stay there for long. I walked out, looking for a back exit. The feeling of paranoia breathing inside me could speak if you even dared it. The components of my head were all in a rough fight against one and other. Everything kept banging and clashing together up there. I put my hands on my

he barked, hand jerking toward his holster. I ignored him, aimed at the cruiser’s front tire, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, loud and sharp, and the tire hissed as it flattened. I dropped the gun, raising my hands as the officer charged toward me, his face red with fury. He grabbed my wrists, snapping cuffs on me so tight they bit into my skin. Damon stepped forward, hands up. “Take me too, officer. We're partners in crime.” The officer shoved him back. “Stay where you are!”

“Is there a pattern between them?” “It's fucking brutal,” Rafael admitted exhaustedly, tapping down against the whiteboard to indicate his case notes. “It seems that a serial killer is on the loose. He kidnaps the girls, rapes them and then tortures them to death.” I jolted backwards, mortified at this revelation. “What a bastard,” Zayn gritted through clenched teeth, balling his hands into fists, his veins pulsating their way to the surface of his skin alarmingly as his blood began to boil.