Law And Order: Criminal Intent Fanfiction Novels & Stories

With reach longer than the law and cruelty sharp enough to slice through anyone’s badge. Would he be bold enough to come after a police officer? I chewed on that thought. Then the next image flared in my mind like gasoline to a match—Mr Morelli lounging on that goddamn throne of a wheelchair, smug and silent, while his fiancée moaned between his legs like a scene from hell. Maybe he’s too busy having his cock worshipped to notice I’m gone. Right? Maybe I can get a breath of freedom before the world burns again.

She continued licking and toying around the area of my neck she'd marked, taking pride in the noises I let out. "I'm way in over my head here, aren't I?" "Just a tad, Love, but I'll be gentle. After all, I am The Criminal's Alpha, aren't I?"

Lillian's voice was trembling now. Connor rubbed his temples, his mind racing through the legal loopholes. "The orderly took our money. We tell him to stick to the script. He tells the cops he did it because Rolf treated him like trash. He says he just wanted to 'teach the kid a lesson.' A grudge between a servant and a high-born—that's a story the law understands."

I hold no intensity in my voice as I reason with him, “You wouldn’t want to get Ciel riled up in this. You see the way they both interact with each other, he likes her. Ciel hasn’t found a mate until now, what if she’s the one for him?” I hate myself for this. Having to put up these fabricated stories just to shake him off her trial. This is unnerving for me. Loren has no meaning to me, she’s not even one of my mates, to begin with. She’s only someone with an obsession for me, and since I couldn’t snatch my pup from her Pack and bring her into my bed, I had to make do with someone more than willing to offer herself.

he hissed in my ear. “You’re acting like a nut job, Luca is just a friend and I was already wearing this when he showed up.” “Maybe because you drive me fucking crazy.” His arms tightened into steel bands. “You’re mine. Tell me Luca knows that.” “Right. Like Emma knows you’re mine.” I sneered watching him. “What? I talked to Emma I won’t be seeing her again.” Carter says. “Yeah? Is that why she showed up at the open today to see me?”

“Not him. The law.” I stab the page. Right through Clause 3, Section 9. Pin it to the stone like an insect. “I, Luna Hazel of Stone Jaw,” I say. Loud. So the wind carries it. So the Moon hears it. “Daughter of Beta Cleric and Lina. Mate to Alpha Alaric. By blood, by bond, by every child you sold… I strike this law.” I rip the page out. And throw it in the fire circle. It catches. Curls. Turns to black smoke, thick and choking. The smell is old paper and lies.