Criminal Minds X Reader Novels & Stories

My drunk brain only had one thing on its agenda, and that was to sleep with Liam to remind myself who my fiancé is and why I need to stop thinking about my kidnapper. While the sex was decent and I feel closer to Liam, I can’t help but feel… odd. And I don’t know why. I can’t explain it. It’s almost as if my mind is present but my body is vacant. Like I’m mentally here in the moment, but I’m physically somewhere else. Yeah, back in the dingy bedroom with the masked man’s hands roaming all over your— “I’m going to get some air,” I murmur, unable to meet Liam’s eyes.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

His thoughts were back to his unsolved cases and put the car in gear and drive into the night back to his large empty house. He was naked to his briefs when lay back to the bed. Ian is a thirty-five years old single man who was building his career. He had a very skeptical view of life and was certain that he didn't want a woman to hold down his career. He is a homicide detective who had seen people at their worst. People who would kill to get what they want, who were greedy and clouded by their survival instinct to diminish others who would cross their path. Then some people were just plain sociopaths and needed to kill for their sick pleasure.

he grins lopsidedly, “I did warn you to never say never.” “Argh!” I swiped the blinds together, closing him out. Damned psychopathic brothers! They always get on my nerves. All three of them. And they are everywhere I go, wanting me dead and making me submit when I don’t want to. But my wolf and my body have minds outside logic. I think about Xander’s hand in between my legs—gods, I had just met him then. I think about Xannon’s perfect body and how much I want to be kissed by him. Or Xaden, the asshole who prays for my death. I want him so badly, even though I never got to confess to his brother when he asked.

And since Ace—who was at the wheels—was more of a maniacal driver than Nick, we arrived at the location in mere minutes. It was the city center, and Xander was in the heart of it, in the worst state I’d ever seen him. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as we all ran to him, only to find him unconscious and laying in a pool of his own blood. He was naked, proving that he'd probably been in his wolf form before he was knocked out and he must’ve weakly shifted back. As though that wasn't horrible enough, a confusing message was carved unto his chest, and the asshole who did it had the audacity to use his flesh as a canvas and his blood as the paint.

The truth is already branded under my ribs, burning hotter with every breath. The wolf I begged to own me is the one I betrayed. And those mismatched eyes that see straight through lies just promised to find me, and to think, he's not even a wolf, he's a fucking Lycan! The dangerous type, just great! He's coming to make my pay for my crimes and when he does, there won't be a screen left to hide behind.

"Life he loves you he can forgive you for anything except murder, no wait, even murder, he might even help you to dispose of the body afterward" "you are exaggerating, " I said chuckling a little, looking at her weird gesticulations "Will you go Life or not I swear if I don't get some tonight I'll come to sleep with you! " "fine fine I am going but you are mental! " *** I was nervous and a little scared when Xander was angry My alpha is a wolf through and through I was smiling at my mate's thought and I opened the door The sight that greeted me shocked me and the emotions that coursed through me were one of betrayal and pain

“You’ve felt it all your life—the pull, the hunger, the knowledge that there was more. That you were more.” My heartbeat thundered against my ribs. She wasn’t lying. I had always felt different, always felt like something inside me was waiting, watching. But I had ignored it, buried it beneath logic and fear. Damon’s voice was sharp. “I don’t know what kind of mind game this is, but we’re done.” He raised his gun, finger hovering over the trigger— The woman flicked her wrist. A pulse of power slammed into us. Jace yanked me back just in time, shielding me as a shockwave shattered the stone beneath Damon’s feet, sending him stumbling. His gun skidded across the floor.