Criminal Minds X Reader 소설 & 이야기

But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.

“That is just a cover. I am a mafia, first and foremost.” “I have read your books, you are a very talented writer, Eros.” “You only said that because you have never seen me kill people mercilessly, you only read them on the pages of my book.” His voice was bitter and full of hatred. I was not sure whether that hatred was directed at the cruel world that he was born into or at himself for killing those people. “Those books, those scenes, I have lived them, Xy, which is why it is not safe for you to be here, Xy. There are people who have done things, far worst than what I did. I stand by what I said last night, you would be safer with Ryker Cromwell. Moreover, The Erebus and Atlas or anyone wh

Chapter 2 Autumn’s POV “What the hell do you mean by that?” I shot back right after his words landed, my voice shaking but pushing through anyway. My wrists still burned from the zip ties they’d cut off only minutes ago, and my legs wobbled in the middle of this smoky room full of bikers who all looked ready to eat me alive or worse. Jax didn’t answer right away. He just jerked his head toward a hallway and two of his guys grabbed my arms again, marching me down a narrow corridor lined with closed doors.

CHAPTER 135: Evan~ No, I send to Xavier. Yes, he sends back. Do you want them to break in there and kill her? Mate can’t defend herself in that cell. I leap over another body and head to assist a wolf who is on the ground, a leg twisted

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

My fingers wouldn't stop shaking; whether it was from the cold or fear, none of that mattered. I knew I made things way worse now. When the door opened, I stiffened every muscle in my body. Damien was dressed in another perfectly crisp, black suit. He walked up to me and stared directly into my eyes. I saw no emotion—they were cold, deep, and blank, full of emptiness. His dark eyes looked almost bottomless. “Do you have any fucking idea what you've done?” He roared, the sound reverberating against the bare room. I dropped my eyes. “That client was going to spend all night with you...”

“And the Demonyo Gang is like the mafia, the bratva? Mob bosses, drugs, arms? All the bad stuff?” He nods. “Yep, all the bad stuff.” Wow. It feels like I’ve been dumped into a world where everything is the opposite of what I’ve known all my life. “And you’re okay with it?” I swallow hard, my throat dry from the lack of water. “Don’t you want to be anything else besides a criminal?” Xander thinks for a moment, then says, “I don’t see it as being a criminal. I belong to the Mafia family, where we kill for each other.”

“How on earth does that translate into criminal mastermind?” “OK,” she drawled, and I knew she was chewing on her lower lip. A habit of hers. “But he might just be an exception?” Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “They’re all party-animals and have a clubhouse filled with whores, drugs and alcohol,” I deadpanned as I wasn’t about to draw a glossy image of their lifestyle. “And yes, several of them have criminal records, but nothing like--- THAT!” I groaned, rubbing my temples in frustration and just feeling lost about this whole thing. “And Jasper’s really happy there,” I sighed like a crybaby bitch. “They’re like real brothers for him and he’s always going on and on about how happy he is

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.