The Big Game Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Although not how I intended, the game just began. I pulled two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed them both to Alpha Drake. He asked why two and I told him he would just need another soon. He chuckled again. The sound of his laughter made something stir in the pit of my stomach and as much as I hate to admit it I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. I had to shut that down immediately. I can’t hurt him if he is in control. My brother called me through our mind link, all wolves have the ability to mind link with their pack. Bo was cancelling. He simply stated something had come up. Oh boy I was in trouble now, or maybe Drake was. I asked if he felt about chilling at the pool

Somewhere far away, in a place she could not know, another set of eyes observed the unfolding chaos, plotting a path of his own. And the game was only beginning. Jake leaned back in the shadowed corner of the warehouse, his fingers drumming against the edge of the table. The dim light reflected off the glass of scotch he had poured, though he barely touched it. His attention was focused entirely on the man sitting opposite him—the one he called “big boss” but who remained a calculated enigma.

He gesture for me to go inside. I push the door open. The music stops, everyone who is in the party stop to stare at me. They look at me with disbelief. Cameras flashing around and I am suddenly the star of the evening. "Criminal" is the word I hear around me but I didn't care. My eyes searching for that one person. My brother's killer. I still hate her smile when she smiles on tv.

A familiar voice broke the trance of my thought. " Blake?" I breathed out his name in disbelief when he gestured towards the glass full of water in his hand. The crave to quench my throat filled my consciousness but by suppressing that urge, I hesitatingly took a step back and shook my head. " Leave." I whispered. His deep black eyes stared into mine with nothing but offering a pure comfort as if he was there to heal my wounds but in a flicker of emotions in his eyes, he became distant. Right. After all what I can expect from another criminal who is nothing but a pawn of Zachary behind the façade of friendship? These all are criminals, they had murdered many innocents. How can they offer hea

"We never managed to blag any information from the deaf guy since you bailed, but-before you lash out, Becca-we found a new lead." "Why don't you just bribe the protagonist in your silly story and get away with everything, as usual?" I asked, setting down my now empty cup of coffee on the desk. "Because, first, we are really in big trouble as LAPD as it is and we are trying to set a good example. Bribing is not. Actually, that's our biggest problem right now." "What did Mark do?" I asked. Marlon did not respond. He just looked uneasy and his facial expressions dimmed, making him seem ashen.

Time seems to move in slow motion for Julie as she is pulled out of the house by Mona, the police arrive and so do the paramedics, their entire plan was a success except for one thing, Vincent. The entire plan was boarded around getting McCredie into the hands of the Feds. Gio had set the whole thing up, he knew the Feds were looking for McCredie, he was an international criminal wanted in almost ten countries but somehow managed to slip through each of their fingers. From South Africa to Russia, he was a criminal mastermind. They had all struck deals that stated that if they got McCredie, dead or alive, any criminal charges brought against them would be dropped. Their files would be sealed

He faced me by turning his chair around. The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

He scrolled through channels until he came across Criminal Minds. We spent most of the morning watching criminal minds in my penthouse. It's weird saying that now, I'm a part of the mafia now. I have two guns and a car, and then on top of that, I have a fucking penthouse. As my brothers and I watched Criminal Minds, my mind drifted to the day they brought me home. I honestly thought it was going to be the same as Jake and Mary but I was wrong. I have never had this many people love me. It was always just Jake and Mary, I. They always told me that no one would love me or want me.

His eyes were red from crying. The makeup table was a complete mess. The only thing missing was the silver cuff links my father had left me. I looked at the makeup artist. "Are there security cameras here?" She lowered her head. "The cameras stopped working this afternoon." What a coincidence. I looked at Connor. "Please give my things back." Connor immediately burst into tears. "George, I really didn't take your things." "Then let's call the police." The moment he heard the word police, Connor's face turned white. He suddenly ran toward the wall and tried to slam his head into it.

Erwin Keller sat on a fur couch. Three young shewolves sat around him. They were my cousin, Madison Browne, my colleague, Cynthia Tyrell, and my best friend, Mikaela Gaston. They all had on revealing fur dresses, and they were all smiling as if eager to please him. "Back already?" Erwin glanced up. "Perfect timing. The game just started." I dug my fingernails into my palms. Over the past few months, Erwin had slept with every shewolf close to me just to watch me fall apart.