Criminal Minds Zoe's Reprise Novels & Stories

Zoe was minding her own business and heading off to her car after escaping family drama between the Khumalos and Davids. They were all pointing fingers over who was responsible for Kyle Davids' poisoning. She could not believe she was back here after she left yesterday, she did not even make it to the station before receiving another call. She was tired of all these cases with no leads; there was still no progress with the shooting at La Café, and the families of the dead victims wanted answers, and the only survivor at the scene did not see anything.

“Mr. Andrew Sinclair, you’re under arrest for the murder of Zoe Smith, kidnapping of Rose Cooper Sinclair, rape, drug trafficking, invasion of privacy, and the murder of Mr. and Mrs Cooper.” Rose turned, her heart pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears, “What?”

He wanted to be sure he heard well, as his hands gripped the left arm of the jacquard chair he was sitting on, while trying to contain the fury within him that threatened to erupt. Edward swallowed hard, as his watering eyes sank before Malcolm’s cold ones, as he struggled to continue speaking, “Miss. Zoe was found at the crime scene just after Mrs. Audrey was pushed down the mansion terrace during the birthday party, covered in her blood. And even if Miss. Zoe claimed that she had been phoned by Mrs. Audrey to meet at the place and had not seen her until she fell, she is the prime suspect now and nothing is looking good with the media and her conglomerate,” he took a pause, considering that

Zoe clenched onto his bicep, her shallow breathing snapping him back to reality and he quietend for her sake. “From the minute I found out it was you who murdered Joel, I started plotting. Not just revenge for Joel, but taking over. I knew every person loyal to the Polanski family would join me when they saw your head hanging on my wall. They’d see how much Harley had failed them, how I fought tooth and nail to get revenge on someone who had wronged us. Then you swooped in and killed him anyway and made my takeover that much easier. Now having your head as a trophy will be a double whammy.” A tiny squeak echoed from behind him, Zoe’s face burying deep into his shoulder. He could feel the dam

“But before she died, she left a message.” “What message?” He pulled out a printed photo. Words, written in blood. SAVE ZOE A deep, cold silence spread between us. “We believe the main culprit is still out there,” the officer continued softly. “That man was just a pawn. He was used to distract us from the main culprit. It means Zoe is still a target. Probably the next in line.” I swallowed hard. “The culprit already came after my brother,” I said quietly. “Tyler is fighting for his life because of him.” I added forcing myself so hard not to break or cry.”

He hoped Angelina understood what it meant since she had probably gotten her wolf not very long ago. Angelina glanced at Zoe for a second and then asked Xavier again, "But I still don't get why she has to go. I'm sure if we explain to Richie what happened, he will understand. He likes Zoe." An image of a headless Richard drenched in blood and lying at a weird angle surfaced in Zoe's mind. Richard Peterson was dead. That was why Xavier wanted her to leave. With that realization came a lot of the bad stuff from last night. Zoe remembered how bad things had gotten. So many people had died. And if Xavier was telling the truth, Dahlia had killed someone too. This meant, sooner or later, her DNA w

I smiled weakly at the memory. “I’m sorry, Lara. I’m sorry that I tried to kill you. I’m sorry that I handed you to the police. I’m sorry that I treated you like the enemy when you were the one who was truly in my corner.” Zoe continued to apologize even though I had told her that it was okay. “Gosh, I feel so ashamed that I did all those things.” She continued, and I shook my head slowly. “You were a victim of your mind. Don’t beat yourself for it.”

“Go on.” Zoe took a deep breath, organizing her thoughts. “When I was unconscious, I wasn’t just dreaming. I was… somewhere else. Inside my mind, I think. It was like a vast, cosmic space, and there were three trees intertwined, like they were one. But one of them was weak, almost lifeless.” Ellara’s brows knit together slightly, but she remained silent, letting Zoe continue. “There were black veins - like roots of something dark - trying to take over. My wolf was there, fighting against them, but it wasn’t enough. And then, I saw her.”

But who knew he'd keep mourning a dead woman? "Just thinking about that dead woman makes me sick. If I'd known, I would've told those kidnappers to finish her off. That would've saved us all a lot of trouble. "They got arrested, and Evelyn disappeared. She's probably dead anyway! Serves her right! "Alright, let's talk later. Come pick me up at the gate." Zoe shoved a few clothes into a suitcase and dragged it toward the door. But the next second, the suitcase slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor. She stared at Daniel standing in the doorway, her face draining of all color. "Daniel, I can explain..."

They moved faster, thrusting harder, the pressure building deep in Zoe's core. She could feel her orgasm approaching like a runaway train. Her muscles tensed, toes curled, body stiffening as the pleasure crested. She threw her head back and came with a hoarse shout, gushing fluid all over Melinda's cunt and thigh. But even as she came down from her high, Zoe knew something was wrong. Her vision blurred and the room spun, the floor falling away as she was sucked into the vortex of her mind... A flash of the courthouse, dark eyes, fangs, the crushing weight pinning her down, rose unbidden in her mind. Her pulse spiked, not from pleasure but from the echo of terror.