The Big Game Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

~RAELIYA~ I felt it long before anyone spoke the word. It crept into my bones like winter, slow, sharp, unavoidable. The air inside the pack house shifted, thickened, as if the walls themselves were bracing for impact. Wolves moved faster, voices lowered, eyes darting with the kind of tension that only came when danger circled too close for comfort. Rogues. They always returned. I stood near the corridor leading to the council chamber, pretending I wasn’t listening, pretending my heart wasn’t already pounding painfully against my ribs. But the moon mark at my neck pulsed with a dull heat, warning me even before the voices rose inside the chamber.

chuckling The four men exchanged frantic glances. Behind their masks, their breath came in ragged hitches. Finally, their eyes settled on the largest of the group—a mountain of a man they called Big Dog. He was a brute defined by a jagged scar hidden beneath his hood, a souvenir from a heist gone wrong against the city’s elite. and know it seemed he had volunteered to earn another. Big Dog stepped forward, his teeth grinding with a sound like shifting gravel. Riven simply rolled his eyes, the gesture dripping with lethal boredom.

"Mr. Robinson." I shut my mouth as I heard my attorney sigh beside me. Muttering something like. 'Too late to fix.' The prosecutor turned toward the jury. "We will show that this belief guided every crime the defendant committed." A bead of sweat traced down my spine. Annoying. I adjusted my cufflinks. Still in control. Still ahead. I repeated to myself. It felt almost as if I was trying to brainwash myself away from reality. As the prosecutor called the next exhibit, and then the next...

Hearing their support, Lucius became completely lost in his own power trip. He walked to the front of the stage and, facing everyone, declared in a booming voice: "By the authority of the Alliance Chairman, and invoking the ancient laws, I find the criminal Clara Winters guilty of promiscuity, deceit, and treason!" He paused, a cruel glint in his eye. "I sentence her and the bastard in her womb to—" Just as he was about to say the words "death by fire," a calm voice cut him off. "Wait." I slowly rose from my seat. My gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on his stunned face.

It was the complete history of the Vance syndicate's illegal offshore transactions, human trafficking routes, and corporate fraud—scrolling in full view of the city's most powerful billionaires. Panic exploded through the ballroom. Shouts broke out as Victoria Vance stood up, her face turning completely pale as her empire's dirty laundry bled across the screen. Clack. The theater lights violently cut out, plunging the entire grand hall into pitch-black chaos. Screams echoed through the dark. Gunshots rang out from the lower galleries as the Vance mercenaries panicked, firing blindly into the shadows. I didn't blink. I pulled the carbon-fiber blade from my thigh, slipping through the terrifie

If the opponent knows everything about you, then you are already losing. That is how things will always be in friendship, love, and war. Sierra and Alek's situation is unique: living under the same roof, sleeping on the same bed, and being tied with marriage by someone who is almost but not quite an enemy. The blurry line between a suspect and a criminal is evidence, and both of them don't have one yet. At this rate, it will be a contest of who catches the other first. The second contest would be how big damage it can cause.

I literally have zero control on my speech because I have spent most of my life torturing the criminals which Brendon tosses inside the dungeon. Actually my favourite pastime game is abusing and torturing criminals. I like making them beg for death. I like seeing their bodies releasing blood. I like piercing hot iron into the eyes of criminals. There are many more horrifying stuffs which I usually do in the pack. I am not called madman for only being a d**k. One might start hating me and call me a monster when they find out what I do for a pastime. But do I feel sorry or embarrassed? No! I don't feel anything.

The three of us have a codename of the big three. We just took back the company that our family-owned. As we focus on the company, Max is looking for the killer to kill, he’s investigating behind our father’s murder. We found out that many businessmen betrayed our father and framed him up on something that he never did. Thirty seconds later, we also reached the building, only Magnus came down to enter there, Max didn't continue to come there. '' Goodbye, '' I said and we waited for him to get in there. When he safely got inside, Max and I left immediately, we went to the Casino where the big people were meeting stayed. Some billionaires, mafia bosses, and other criminals.

She returned her hands to the front of her stomach when the gunman locked his eyes on her belly. The gunman licked his lips eagerly. “I know you hate me, darling. You don’t really wanna talk to me. But tell me, did my game feel real to you? I tried to put real-life situations in the game, like your son’s kidnapping and the death of your husband. I wanted to make an action-packed video game, like Halo, Assassin’s Creed, or Final Kill 3.” The gunman paused for a second, licking his lips and admiring his last sentence. “The crazy couple who broke into your vacation house and kidnapped your boy were drugged criminals who were holding your son for ransom. But in my video game, I made the kidnappe

Counter-Strike: Dammit! Counter-Strike: Truman, Robin, Victor, I warn you, the FBI has arrested you on charges of drug smuggling. Be careful, if I catch you, I'll have you shot. Truman: Captain, my main business is arms smuggling. Captain, you have to believe in my innocence, I'm just a scapegoat. Robin: Captain, my main business is money laundering and online transactions. Please believe me, I'm innocent. Monster: What you said is what I wanted to say.