Elle Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“Bang!” “Aghhhh!” I roared, veins bulging, spit flying from my mouth. The hammer struck the same spot again and again, splitting the pain wide open until I thought I might faint. Finally, they released me. I collapsed against the chair, gasping, my chest heaving, unable to catch my breath. The suited man circled behind me, leaned close, and whispered into my ear, his voice icy and deliberate. “This is CID headquarters in Eerie Lake. We are not your regular police. Our duty is to hunt down hardened criminals like you and deliver them to the countries where they committed their crimes. And you, my friend, you’ll rot in prison unless you tell me why you murdered her.”

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“And how would you know that, Jen? You haven’t seen him in a decade, and the information you have is based on what I told you about him. So, how would you know if he loves me or not?” She snickered, giving me a side-eye before she brought the mouth of her glass to her crimson red lips and took a sip of her drink. Jenny had always been a woman to follow her heart, turning deaf to other opinions that attempted to go against her dreams. She was taking a Master’s degree in Criminal Law: a course that was nurtured inside her brain at the tender age of five. Jen was bamboozled by criminals’ ways of thinking after watching shows like Criminal Minds, trying to decipher how their brains processed ill

“My name is Camile. And know that I’ve got pepper spray and a pocketknife in my bag!” I crush her fingers in panic. Now this man is going to shoot us in the face. But, surprisingly, he lets out an ironic chuckle. “And who will the madams be betting on today?” Who? So there are people? They bet on people? I have no idea what this little shit is talking about, but I can’t act dumb. Bets. That’s what goes on here. A casino maybe. Illegal gambling? Fuck. This place must be full of criminals. That’s it. I doubt he asks this kind of cocky question to regulars who frequent this place.

They we're about to clean everything when the color of those bastards blood made me want to kill more of them. Indeed, when my eyes caught sight of Victoria again, a vicious idea forms in my head. I don't care if it will counted me as a psycho or perv for what I am about to do. I just need a release and this could be a last good memory of this place before selling it to another person. "Jace" I call to the lieutenant of my crime unit. "Yes. Don. Leave the cleaning for tomorrow" I said. "I also want a full report of tonight's security breach and tonight's event tomorrow morning. Make sure to inform our removalist team to ready my home at Southern Park, 460 Park Avenue tomorrow."

There would be no nipples because the leather harness which was photoshopped onto the impressive physique included metal rings which were strategically placed in the center of his chest. “You said it’s a book about a cop and a criminal?” “Yes. They’re trying to solve the murder of the criminal’s best friend who they’re accused of murdering, but the cop isn’t sure he can trust the words of a convicted felon. Each time they uncover a clue it points back to the criminal but it’s glaringly obvious it’s a setup. The cop though doesn’t trust anyone. He can’t decide if the criminal is making it look like a setup to fuck with him or if it’s a real set up.”

Warren looked over at Theria, "Is he okay? I don't recall his file mentioning dogs." "We'll have to ask Grace about him. She's known Herne longer than anyone else," Theria replied. She pointed to the bartender, "You, Cory said you could help us." The bartender adjusted his mullet. Warren never liked the mullet with the business in the front and the party in the back. Even when they were cool, Warren thought they were stupid. "You know Cory, how in the hell did you get mixed up with that wino?" "He's a criminal profiler now," Theria's tone seemed testy and annoyed.

Quickly, I rushed and grabbed her wrist and by the heavens were they soft. "Apologies for my comment" She removed her wrist from my grip and took her seat right back, waiting for me to speak further. "The thing is, I know you must have heard about Ciro" "The world's deadliest criminal? The onr everyone seem to think is totally mentally unstable and has a disease of the mind?" I nodded my head. "Of course, I have heard of Ciro and quite speaking, I am a big fan of villain and Ciro happens to be someone I respect" There was no denying the fact that officially, this woman was absolutely crazy.

It was like getting off reality for a while. But it was different this time. There was something else in the room aside from sex. “Fuck. That’s right, baby. Right there,” the woman beneath the criminal uttered, panting. As Dakota continued to thrust her digits inside the woman, the face of another woman suddenly appeared in her mind as she felt mixed emotions at that moment. She could not completely concentrate on her job as her mind started to fly elsewhere, leaving that unholy room.

"They're going all in on this. Look at the reward they're promising. What if someone does find us and turns us in for money?" "Nah. Charlie already has a daughter out there, and Christopher has a mistress. This is all for their company's image. I bet Lorelei's going to be released in a couple of days, and she's the 'mastermind' here." Gossip flew everywhere. The Lawson brothers sent out a lot of people to look for us after we fell into the sea. The guests on the ship saw everything, and the cops took Lorelei away quickly. She was pale as paper and kept saying she was innocent.