The Last Word Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

I was standing still, and I didn't want to get noticed by them. “Where are you, little wolf? There is no point in hiding now. I know you are here and you can hear me as well.” the guy commanded but my foot. He signaled his friends to search the place for me. “What are you going to do with her?” Martha asked. “Some experiments, autopsy, pathological finding about her existence. Maybe I can create hybrids with her DNA!” he smiled sinisterly. I was wrong about Martha, this brainless creature is way more sinister than anyone else. I noticed someone approaching me and I transformed into my wolf immediately to defend myself. Swinging in the air, I killed the person and tried to run.

Two days ago, I tried to suppress a smile when two Police detectives and an NDLEA official asked me several questions relating to the house I’d lived in before the accident. At a point, I felt like telling them about the Ebie underwater cult and its initiates when I changed my mind. In my entire life, I’d never had anything to do with hard drugs or even handling the financial proceeds therefrom. I thought about my late parents, Tarami, Pastor Alozie, her Utmost Prosperity and Timmy. I breathed deeply when the time showed six o’clock in the evening. While I thought about the consequences of my failure to successfully complete my ‘mission,’ Timmy paced in his office, while Miss Adiyascurried a

She let go of his hand and just stood there staring at the stranger in front of her. "I've spent many years driving that old rig up and down these roads. I worked long hours trying to provide for my family. Trying to give them a better life. I've lived a good life. I tried to be a good man. I never intentionally caused harm to others. In all my years driving that old truck I never once had an accident. Never once failed to meet a deadline. Never once did I fail to deliver a load. Never failed to make it home to my loved ones. I raised three intelligent and kind children. I married the love of my life, my best friend in the whole world... I needed to tell you these things. I needed you to kno

Chelsea sturmmered which made know that she was telling the truth. "Scan through her and tell me the new idea that had been added to her chip by your stubborn brother to make her wonder," Gordon commanded while staring at the big screen to see what was in Marvin's head. Chelsea reached for her supra computer which seemed to contain all details of every resident in that city and reached for Marvin's code, immediately she clicked on the code, more than 50,000 words were displayed on the screen with the term 'God' coming in a green color which meant that it was the newly formed word in her dictionary.

Why can he think strange things. “Dave? That's the easiest thing ever! I'm sure there is one girl who would be pleased if asked to meet Dave. And as far as I know, the last time they met was after a fight, so he had good reason to arrest Dave, right? Dave's treatment as a man is not shown to that person, so it's only fitting that Dave accepts the punishment.”

And I was caught immediately. "Where are you going, honey?" "I can't believe you, Sophia!" Charlie grabbed Sophia. Naturally, Christopher was holding me. The Lawson brothers were here. Mr. Quincy tried to come to our aid, but they bought him over with money. The club owner and his bodyguards left. I was struggling the whole way, and I was sobering up. They took us back to the villa, and to my horror, they easily cracked the passcode. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just asking." "You're not just asking, Eli, that's not a question, that's an accusation dressed up as one. Do you have any idea what the last month has looked like for me? I've talked to strangers about the worst night of my life. I've asked people to relive something I can't even fully remember myself, over and over, because I need to know just as badly as you do." My voice cracked, and I hated that it did, hated giving him the satisfaction of watching me come apart over something this unfair. "Where is this even coming from? Four days ago you told me you believed I was trying just as hard as you were."

It was cold. My limbs were numb. All my surroundings were somewhat hazy. With every minute passing, the pain in my heart became less and less hurtful. Surely, I was dying. Pierced with a bullet in an abandoned warehouse like some mafia thug who dared to steal money or sell the poor quality drug to his business partner. Oh my, wasn't I pitiful? Well, I wish that was the case. Honestly, in my last moments, I preferred to die for whatever reason, including incurable disease, being a bad person who did unimaginable deeds and now suffered retribution or just a f*ckin incident where the plane crashed.

But her heart wouldn’t stop hammering. “Criminal psychology is about understanding the minds of those who operate in the shadows,” Dominic continued, his voice deep, smooth—almost hypnotic. “Criminals, masterminds, manipulators. They all have patterns. They all have weaknesses.” His gaze flicked to her again at that last word. Was that meant for her? Isla clenched her jaw, refusing to let him see how much he was getting to her. If he wanted to intimidate me, he’d have to try harder.

I assumed he might stop and give me a moment to ask the question, but I suppose criminal minds think differently. “What did you mean when you said that God is lost? And why did you address God like a woman?” Hopefully, I sound like a complete tool. It would be for the best if Fenton thought I am a complete idiot and ask questions just because I can’t come up with answers without help. Oftentimes, this game has helped me get out of a lot of trouble. The thing is that everyone, criminal or not, tends to trust idiots. Those with lower intellect often don’t understand more than a few words and forget the conversations rather quickly.