The Last Word Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Third-Person POV The nurse's words slammed into Conrad like a freight train. A sharp ringing filled his ears. The world around him blurred, doubling at the edges. "Say that again," he rasped. "What stage?" His voice sounded dry and unfamiliar, even to himself. The nurse frowned and turned the computer monitor slightly toward him. "Advanced gastric adenocarcinoma with extensive abdominal metastasis." She glanced at him with open disapproval. "Sir, her condition was this serious. Didn't any of her family ever pay attention?"

"By then, you'll consider chewing on corpses in the Lightless Purgatory for a century a massive blessing." The sword dropped from his hands, clattering onto the stone path. The previously arrogant guard turned ashen and dropped to his knees. The yard fell dead silent. No one dared to breathe. The absolute class suppression struck terror deep into their bones. I turned to the shivering Gene. The hand holding the photos was shaking violently. "Framing? Hooking up?" I laughed coldly. I raised my hand, instantly conjuring several pieces of parchment that reeked of a foul stench.

Mercedes stayed locked away in her room. Everyone was worried about her and her well-being. The only one she allowed close to her was Crystal. Even so, she didn't open up about her problem. She kept silent, and she even blocked out her wolf. She was consumed with guilt and regret. She even thought about running away and back to the human realm to report the crime she committed. She convinced herself that it was the right thing and what she deserved.

He growled loudly as I began my work and little by little I dismembered the body of the same man who had sold confidential information about me and my father to journalists for such mediocre sums of money. His blood fills the place and his screams are harmonious melodies to my ears. His body would be thrown to the pigs as they left absolutely nothing behind. By the time I was done with that man I had a desire to go to sleep, something had me mentally exhausted and it wasn't all the responsibilities I had pending but an incredible amount of inconsistent memories of Elizabeth agreeing with me at the same time as other people. He sighed a little despondently. He was sure he had made a mistake w

Closing his eyes, he said a final prayer. His pains at last began to fade, and he knew Myositis was right. It was late afternoon when the London sun broke through and the city began to dry. Andrie Romano felt weary as he emerged from the interrogation room and hailed a cab. Sir Albert Rodriguez had noisily proclaimed his innocence, and yet from his loose ranting about the Archstone, secret documents, and mysterious brotherhood, Roman suspected the sly historian was setting the stage for his lawyers to plead an insanity defense. Or that he has actually gone mad.

He chuckled. “Completely out of your limits.” I laughed back. “What if he’s everything you described.” He asked softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “but he turns out to be a criminal? A criminal who’s obsessed with you.” The question felt too personal. This didn’t feel like casual teasing anymore. His tone was steady, determined. “Never” I said lightly, brushing it off. “I’d leave him even if he loved me deeply. A criminal will always be a criminal. Their minds work in twisted ways.”

Russo's, it's time for you to meet your creator. *** The moon hung low in the midnight sky as I stealthily made my way through the dark alleyways of the city. The information we had received pointed to a warehouse in the outskirts, where Russo was rumored to be conducting his operations. As I approached the warehouse, I could hear faint whispers and the sound of clinking metals and murmurs. I cautiously made my way to the entrance, peering through a crack in the door. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw him - Marcus Russo, his lips lifted in a grin that wouldn't be able to form on his lips a few minutes from now.

Ashton Gray is a heinous criminal who must be punished! "A heinous criminal who must be punished, huh? I never knew the Dominion Vanguard was this good at twisting the truth around. You've truly opened my eyes today. I'm going to have to talk to that leader of yours and ask him how he teaches his subordinates!" Lawrence growled.

His expression turned grimmer still. “Shit.” I nodded. “Shit is real.” In the corner, Julian let out a snort. Jacob and I ignored him. “What do you have in mind, Alpha?” I rubbed my chin. “I have an idea of who these people are, but I'm not sure. Have you heard of the Crimson Wolves?” He furrowed his brows and then released them. “They're the ones rumored to have killed the last national pack chairman, yes?”

No words needed. “Continue,” I said evenly. “Whiteglass processed cognitive assets,” she said. “High-value pattern minds. Analysts. Predictive modelers. Systems breakers.” My throat dried. “That’s not a prison.” “No. It’s worse. It’s useful.” Dominic’s voice cooled further. “Client name.” “We weren’t contracted then.” “Then who ran it?” She smiled faintly. “You know better than to ask questions you know I can’t answer yet.”