Novel & Cerita Penelope Garcia Criminal Minds

The sole reason I'm here and he still managed to find me. Even has the Chief of police in his pockets! I pause and turn around putting on the bravest face I can muster. Even though I knew it was just I and Garcia in the room. "So, what now? You work for a murderer?" I sneer at Garcia "They all work for me, love" the distorted voice from the phone calls back I gulp. Wait so including... "I know what you're thinking baby. And no Grace doesn't work for me, she was just a mistake"

The talk that she had with King Javier and Queen Enid when the Oscuridad started to attack came back to her memories. She had no doubt that Penelope was the spy from Oscuridad. Even though that was so impossible to happen since Penelope serves Sangre Kingdom all her life, the possibility that she would betray the Sangre was not that small. Up until now, they still haven't been able to catch the culprit. They're like a sly fish that keeps on swimming away from them. Mila, on the other hand, was busy serving the guests on the other side of the wake. She met childhood friends from Sangre and from other kingdoms.

“F*ck! It’s over! I was caught by the Death Judge!” In an instant, Garcia’s back was soaked in cold sweat. He wanted to shout, but he found that he could not make a sound. “Yes, yes, yes, yes…” At this moment, the television in the hotel room was turned on. Pictures were displayed one by one. They were all photos of Garcia’s crimes. It was very horrifying. “F*ck! The first woman is my colleague. After she fell off the building a few days ago, her body went missing. The police have been investigating, but they didn’t find anything. Now, the murderer has finally been caught by the judge! That’s great!”

Garcia since he was the one who made the operation. "Good evening, Alpha Romulo," Penelope said, bowing her head in respect. "Good evening, Penelope," Alpha Romulo replied, his voice cold. "So it is true then?" "Ethan and Aiden will tell you everything, Alpha Romulo," Penelope said softly, her eyes downcast. "Don't worry," Alpha Romulo said. "You're safe here. But first, Dr. Garcia needs to do some tests to check if you are still the Penelope one month ago. Would that be okay?"

I turned toward the window seats, preparing to make my way to my usual spot, when a voice stopped me. “You people must like running your mouths. If you used more of your brain cells than your mouths, the world might actually improve.” Everyone froze. That voice. I turned my head toward the doorway. Penelope leaned against the wall, her black bob tucked behind one ear. A small tattoo peeked out from her neck, and another curled around her wrist. She wore a cropped white top, tiny black shorts, and a bomber jacket. Her arms were crossed, and the look in her eyes could’ve set someone on fire.

Aubrey surprises me when she speaks, “Because my life isn’t my own. Gamma Black purchased me. I have to do as he says, and that’s how I got the bruising. Luna Penelope just did this to buy time because… I’m sure you don’t want me after learning about who I’ve worked for. I’m sure you can imagine some of the things I’ve had to do.” Tears slowly run down her face, and Simon’s jaw is clenched tightly. He looks at me with a fire in his eyes as he asks, “How do we get her away from Gamma Black?” I don’t have an immediate answer and Penelope seems to notice that because she says, “How about the two of you go into one of the guest rooms to talk in private while Alpha Stone and I discuss the options

"I tapped into your phones, Britney. I diverted the calls, made it sound like you were the one talking to him. You know, AI can do that now. And, despite your efforts to keep your phones secure, your tech guys? Sloppy. It gave me the perfect setup—Brandon would go back and finish the job, and I’d have all the evidence I needed to frame him. I could blackmail him, or you, anytime I wanted." "You deserve hell," Jacob crooked, his eyes fluttering as he fought hard to stay awake. "I deserve my man because even ad things didn’t go as planned, I found an alternative. The explosion went off too soon. Brandon got away, and I had to find other ways to manipulate him, to make him feel guilty. When he

“There was this song playing in the background.” She nodded and gestured for me to be quiet as she dialled Lila's number. “How the hell do you have her cell phone number?” I mouthed. She shrugged and then her eyes warned me to stay silent as Lila picked up. “Hello. I have a package for one Miss Agatha Adams here. I'm just calling to confirm….” She rolled her eyes as she moved her phone from her ear. “She's so rude to everybody. Didn't even let me finish before she hung up,” Penelope complained.

I got breaking news from Gregory—a massive update! Garcie had collapsed in prison, and no one knows why. She’s in a coma now, lying in the ICU. What kind of drama is this? Damn it, just when we were piecing everything together, the trail goes cold! A few days ago, we discovered that Garcie wasn’t just working with Carol—there’s a big boss pulling the strings behind the scenes. Now, with her unconscious, all the evidence she could’ve provided is gone. How could this happen? Did someone try to kill her in prison? Or is she really sick?

Detective Laura Hensley leaned back in her chair, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead in the stark interrogation room. Her pen tapped rhythmically against her notebook, a habit that surfaced when her gut told her something was off. Across the table, Emily Carter sat hunched, her hands trembling, her cheap mascara smudged from crying. Laura’s eyes narrowed, studying the young woman, barely twenty-five, yet her face carried the weight of someone twice her age. Emily’s past as a stripper, her marriage to a billionaire, and now the death of a teenage boy all screamed trouble. Laura didn’t trust her. Not one bit.