Criminal Minds X Reader Novels & Stories

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My heart pounds, but I feel a flicker of something new: strength. Xander returns at dusk, his fur matted with blood. He shifts in the entrance hall, naked and unashamed. “Rogues pushed too far. They’ll think twice now.” He sees the look on my face. “What happened?” I tell him about Marta, about Susie, about the enchanted stone. He listens, his expression unreadable. When I finish, he pulls me into his arms. “You handled it,” he says, his voice rough with pride. “No one else could have done that.”

He hunched forward and cupped the mug with both hands as he stared at me. I took a drink as I kept my eyes focused on him. A more beautiful man I’d never seen. He wasn’t just pretty to the eyes, but rugged and masculine like a cowboy. His criminal roots showed in his cold exterior, but no matter how many crimes he committed or lives he took, nothing could stomp out the light in his eyes. There was still a soul in there, a loneliness that was so deep it was impossible to miss. “Who were you talking to?” He drank his coffee, his expression betraying annoyance at my question.

The wetness, the pinkness, that’s all he could really see and what he could hear was the desperation embedded within every single one of her whimpers. She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. **** *** A/N// Xavier is cheating on me y'all...he...he😭😭he's going to do it with Celia. I've been crushing on him for so long and yet...! What an evil bastard...I hope he never cums!☹️ 😕

It is a question I already know the answer to. “Because I was ordered to.” The conversation ends there and he goes back to his book and I am left once more wondering who it is that I am married to. I craft a book in my mind and I dig out the tunnels of thought that I am trapped within. I give faces to the emotions that live within me. Shame is a vile man with dark eyes, and he lives in my mind. Melancholy has hair the color of snow and lips tainted blue. She lives in my heart. My eyes, my eyes are fear. I am a map of emotions and tunnels. I do not find a face for happiness. It is not a character I have met yet.

I finally completed my statement, my voice a bit firmer, and he raised his eyes, releasing a deep breath. He tossed the document onto the sofa and took slow, deliberate steps over to me, something dark flashing in his eyes. His clenched fists, tight jaw, and brooding eyes, it was obvious that he was trying to hold back, and it did nothing but arouse me. Every step he took sent shivers down my spine, spiking my excitement and making my pussy drip juices that soaked my panties. The tension was thin, our lust was thick, and even though I hadn't put in an effort not to, I found myself craving for the man that I've been told to avoid.. a man rumored to be a heartless killer.

My hands gripped the railing, white-knuckled. “Maybe it’s easier if I’m not here,” I whispered. Then I let go. I screamed halfway down, realizing too late that I didn’t want to die. But my wolf was silent gone. What was happening ? Then everything vanished. *** I woke again to blinding white. Not heavenly white cold, sterile white. My body was weak, heavy, broken. Then I saw him. Alpha West. The detective. Damian’s rival. The man known for rewriting rules and breaking anyone who crossed him.

[Russian- Little Vixen] All of my dark fantasy dies down when the asshole let go of me all of a sudden as I lose my balance and collapse on the ground. "Let her rot in this room and starve without medication until she speaks about Landon, and then kill her." He orders his men looking directly into my eyes without a void of emotion. His emerald gaze is so cold to freeze my entire body and face too hard to scare the hell out of me. Fucking asshole. "You'll pay for this." I snarl angrily.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”