Criminal Minds X Reader Novels & Stories

She didn't experience happiness and always got tormented in this damn family. Hah, I need to face the reality that I got transmigrated to this novel called ‘In the name of Psychopaths.’ Yes, it was categorized by the author as romance but when I read it, it was filled with bloody scenes and gore. The character in the story are all annoying, but I continued reading it. The protagonist of this story is Marva Alvid and the male lead of this is Patrick Raynell. If there's a female lead and a male lead, there is also a psychopath villain and its name is Phoenix Valcarcel.

I stayed indoors for those days, trying to keep my mind busy by reading the surrogate contract book Alpha Rowan had given me. It was strange, the procedure was, but for a while it took my mind off the events. But the evenings and nights were worse. Every time I closed my eyes to sleep, it all came rushing back—blood, tears, screams, Rowan’s dying face—and I woke up screaming like I had lost my mind. This evening was one of those. I had not eaten anything as Talia had brought Beta Cole in the morning, and they stood at my door saying something about checking up on me. I refused them entrance as I wasn’t ready to talk to him.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Who the hell told you I was going to talk about nude? " And how did you know my head of department said nude? Are you a spy? Or do you have strange abilities and talents?" " You read minds right? " Melissa asked. " So what if I do? " I asked. " Well the thing is I also do read mind. There is this saying that goes like this, in order to catch a criminal, one has to think like a criminal. So, in order to catch a werewolf, one has to think like a werewolf. Can't you see you are destined to hunt werewolves, that is why you think like them. Werewolves, have a very good ear. They can hear things to the extent of hearing what one's heart says. Werewolves are intellectual beings and so are you becau

How on earth did I go from a girl who'd blush hard whenever my twin sister spoke dirty to a girl who orgasmed from touching herself in front of a cold Alpha? As if the dreams and constant pleasuring myself weren't enough, I grew bold enough to play Xavier's dirty games. Heck, it seemed like I was the inventor of the game. Xavier fucked me so hard the whole evening and through the night like he was starved and was certain that he wouldn't live another day. I was even surprised that I had matched his energy, but unlike me, who'd crashed out in bed immediately he was done, Xavier still managed to get dressed and walked out of my room, like he hadn't just destroyed me. He sure did see me as noth

, he stretches his hand which he wears dark gloves on towards him. Ian slowly takes his hand, and whispers. "Ian Parker". "I wonder what trouble you got yourself in that made you end up unconscious in an alley", he stated as he took his seat. "It's nothing. I just haven't been eating well I guess", Ian lied. Zhedya locked eyes on him like he was trying to see through him and could tell he was obviously lying. "Oh Ian, are you not a crime journalist? The writer of the new crime blog "Feral Minds"?", he questions.

His other hand made its way up my thigh and to my waist holding me gently and caressing it in a vertical up-and-down motion. His lips were already making their way up my hand. This is when my brain rebooted. I pulled it out of his grasp and looked at him wide-eyed. “Ah, I don’t think we should be doing this,” I said as I looked at the floor. He tilted my chin up and met my gaze. “Why do you resist? Give in to the fantasies of your wolf.” He said and I turned my head away from his hand. Fuck, I can’t be doing this when I haven’t even thought of an answer to Xavier. I heard Xander grunt as he stepped back from standing between my legs. “Why are you thinking about him at such a time?” Xander as

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

More wolves came running back through the hall but these ones were carrying bodies and I saw burns and blood and one man whose arm was bent at an angle that made my stomach turn and Doc Martin appeared from somewhere directing people to lay the injured on the tables. "We need to set up triage here," Doc Martin shouted. "Anyone with medical training help me now." Ava stood and squeezed my shoulder. "Stay here. I'm going to help." I watched her rush over to Doc Martin and start checking the injured wolves and Lisa hesitated for a second before following her and I was left alone at the table with my hands on my belly and my heart racing so fast I thought it might break through my ribs. The bond

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last