North Mammon Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“This Agremon you’re referring to is a really bad guy. He used to be part of the Brethren, but he fell from grace and now works for this Namirha. Dollars to doughnuts, Namirha is an alias for Satan. With what you’ve told me about your birthdays and Hannah’s nightmares, it looks as though Namirha wants her and is using Agremon to get her. Agremon’s the perfect guy to get her, too. He’s able to turn dreams into nightmares, invade people’s imaginations, and take souls while they sleep. When you die in one of his concocted dreams, you die for real. Listen closely. We can’t let Agremon get near her again.” “On that point, I agree.” She unfolded her arms, uncrossed her legs, and scooted to the edg

a secret chamber in the pack's sacred grounds. It housed the Silver Moon's most sacred artifact: the Memory Crystals. "My Lady," the captain of my Shadow Guard knelt, presenting a shimmering silver crystal. Yes. The moment I discovered Lucius's betrayal, I had ordered my personal guard to use their highest authority. Not just to watch him, but to review all his past movements and communications. The crystal activated, and scenes flickered to life before me. Two months ago: Lucius: "What were the results?" Clara: "A healthy boy! The doctor said his Alpha bloodline is strong!"

The door closes and I begin trembling. I’m not sure if it’s caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is—all the horrible things I know about him. He’s the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There’s never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he’s responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn’t care.

But I don’t know what that could be, but it obviously has something to do with Aaron, or the fact that Aaron would no longer be in his road. I turn to Aaron; darkness has started to filter across the sky, as night comes upon us. And everyone on the street has started following the floating Nick, which the monster is holding on to. It seems that nearly everyone has forgotten that Natalie and Ash aren’t with us right now. Because they are enjoying watching Nick float around and get hit into walls and trees. I cringe a bit watching him smack into the third and forth building. But out of the corner of my eye, I see Aaron smiling at his attackers pain. Ash should be coming back now, or soon, hope

He said throwing her into another male, he disappeared into the street. “Let me go!” Beth growled as he tossed her into a waiting car. “I belong to Ryan DeMarco.” “Now you belong to James Gotti, Midnight Pack Mafia of New York City.” He snapped. “Drive.” Beth wasn’t sure where they were taking her, she wished she’d never run because at least she knew Bobby knew where she was, now he had no idea where she was. She watched as they drove past the buildings, but they stayed in the city, they turned into a parking garage.

River’s voice echoed in my head as I recalled the lengthy conversation we had last night… "Listen, if you want access to Mason's world, you need to go through Ramona,” he instructed. “Who exactly is this Ramona we’re talking about?” “Ramona is… well, there’s no other way to say it—she’s a pimp,” he said plainly. “A what?!” I blurted in shock. “People in the industry calls her the Madam and rightfully so since she has built quite a reputation for herself. She owns a decent-size lingerie store in Chicago but that’s only a front for her real business—an escorting agency,” he explained.

Someone who could destroy him! "This doesn't make any sense!" Matthew shouted. "Where did he get that kind of money? Did he steal it? Rob a bank?" "Maybe he's dealing drugs," Ramon suggested. "Or involved in some kind of criminal enterprise!" The moment he said that, deep down Ramon knew that was impossible. Maxwell was a good person and had morals, despite being raised by someone like him and Debra. So he would never be involved knowingly in criminal activities. However right now Ramon and everyone here was grasping for any explanation that made sense!

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

Crimes are drug dealing, hijacking, detainment, assault, and murder of eight individuals. Post: Crimes are drug dealing, grabbing, detainment, and murder of five individuals. Dafasi: Crimes are drug dealing, abducting, detainment, and murder of two individuals. Pokan: Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of four individuals. Bentham: Known as "Baldy." Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of one individual. Mona Lynn: Nicknamed "Sister." Crimes are drug dealing, detainment, and murder of two individuals.

There was no room for distractions; Maria had to be taken out, no questions asked. Leaving behind the serene streets of the Italian town, Mammon found himself amidst the chaotic nightlife of Hollywood. The pulsating lights and thumping music of the clubs did nothing to lift his spirits; he was on a mission. His target was clear - Johnny Saint, Asmo's closest confidant and ally. As Mammon navigated through the crowded club, his eyes scanned the room, searching for Johnny's office. His heart raced with anticipation, his body tense with adrenaline. Every nerve in his body was on high alert, ready for the confrontation that was about to unfold.