The Big Game Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

"You called this meeting, Gregory. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?" Gregory's gaze falls on me. He holds it there for a long, tense moment. Nothing flickers behind those eyes—no emotion, not recognition, nothing at all. Cold and dead. This guy's fucking unstable. I've deal with dozens of gangsters in my time. From straight-up murderers to psychopaths, drug dealers, addicts, thieves, and more. I've met them all, defended a few. I thought I knew the criminal mind. Until sitting across from Gregory.

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

"We all have different backgrounds but have one goal in common--destroy B4. They're the ones who sent us all to the rogues. Inside, the Rogue not only contains the werewolves, jerks, and criminals. There are more intelligent people there. It's just that their existence is not accepted by life. Because their intelligence is considered disturbing those in power." Biggest took a memory card from the portable CCTV footage hidden in the director's room. A moment before Jonea crept into the director's room, Biggest was already inside. He comes there to take the CCTV footage. When Jonea suddenly opened the door, Biggest had time to hide on the balcony and jump onto the next room's balcony. One of t

I floored the gas pedal, my heart racing as fast as the engine beneath me. The longer I took, the more I feared that Cameron might harm Jessica. If he was involved in drug trafficking, it meant he was capable of anything. His heart was as dark as they came, and all I could do was pray that Jessica would still be fine when I got there. As I approached, I could see Cameron waiting in a secluded corner of the parking lot. Cigarette butts littered the ground at his feet, a clear sign he had been waiting for a while.

Having to endure a murderer and criminal ordering him around and acting cocky was an insult like no other. It had started with gambling. Like anyone else, the man wasn't perfect. He had a gambling problem. One day, his gambling debts swelled to an unmanageable amount, and he faced losing everything. It was then that Mateo Martino, the consigliere of the Luciano family, approached him.

“Are you sure about that? Lazarus’s club was raided exactly thirty minutes ago… “ Ruby stilled as her eyes shot towards the motel. It was impossible… unless… Putting the call on hold, she rushed into the street, dodging the crowd and honking vehicles as she bounced into the motel. Reaching the receptionist, a big-eyed, pink-haired Bimbo, Ruby fetched her gun from its hidden holster and pressed the cold metal against the dazed girl’s skull. “Please! Don’t shoot for Fucksake..” “What services do you offer the guy who just left?” “What man?” “Tall, black clothes, drives a black Mustang…” “Nothing.” The receptionist quivered as the metal pressed deeper into the side of her head. “I just get paid

Hale said. I sighed heavily as I shook my head. "No. That is obviously a fraud, Hale. It will not take a genius to know that it is fake or worse, whoever posted that is a crime boss! You know? Like those movies we have watched." I do not know if I am making sense at all but I just want to be smart. "Nieva, you are being ridiculous. Really? A crime boss? You have to stop watching too much thriller movies, Hale said in between her laugh.

She was afraid the glass may have something inside it. "Ah, you can have some of your drink," the man said. "Cheers to the revelation that would lead to the arrest of those criminals," the man toasted and lifted his glass. Angela raised the paper drink box and clicked it with the man's glass. She opened it and took a sip before putting it back down on the table. "So who are the criminals and who sent them?" Angela asked. "Yes, the criminals. They came from a group of notorious criminals who ran their business in an abandoned warehouse at an outskirt place in this New York city," he said.

"You're last in the class, so why are you wasting paper on a notebook?" "Drop out. You don't deserve to be here." I frowned. What on earth was going on? … After several attempts, I confirmed that though I could hear the ghosts' inner thoughts, I couldn't directly ask them for the game's solution. Whenever I brought up anything related to the game's content, the ghosts would go completely blank as if someone had unplugged their senses. It seemed that if I wanted to end the game, I'd have to do it on my own.

The bloodstains on his chauffeur's uniform were the only evidence that the earlier horror hadn't been some fever dream. Adam and George sat slightly apart from the revelry, their postures rigid even in the plush lounge chairs. Adam's fingers drummed an uneven rhythm against his whiskey glass, while George's scarred eyebrow remained permanently arched in skepticism. What game are they playing now? The question burned through me as I traced the condensation on the windowpane. First Mama's illness, then Club Nine Hundred, now this twisted Lancaster nightmare—when had my life become collateral in some grand design I couldn't decipher?