Amelia Porter Criminal Minds 소설 & 이야기

My jaw hung open as one of the agents approached me and said, “Amelia Hartley? My name is SSA Jack Gregory, and I have some questions for you.” 'What the fuck is going on?' I asked myself. “Yes, I’m Amelia Hartley,” I stuttered, “What kind of questions?” The attractive, middle-aged man with rich brown skin and kind amber-colored eyes reached out and guided me to sit on the curb, “Questions about the pharmaceutical company Medical Innovations and Discoveries. I know you’ve been fighting to expose their criminal practices for a long time, and I think you may be able to help our case.”

It seemed some people had no sense of shame, no wonder they are able to easily commit atrocities without batting an eye. "Well, look who's here… our very own murderer," Cheryl spat as soon as she noticed Amelia. Her mouth spewing venom as usual. Amelia ignored the attention seeker and greeted the director and other artists instead, "good morning everyone." "Good morning Amy… I'm sorry about what happened," Peter said. He was one of the people who believed Amelia wasn't the type of person the rumors portrayed her to be. "It's okay Peter… I know I'm innocent so there's no need for me to mope around. Let's get the ball rolling, shall we?"

The Voice awaits your return. The letter slipped from Amelia’s fingers, floating to the floor like a dead leaf. She turned to me, her face drained of colour, emerald eyes wide with shock and confusion. “What the fuck is this?” she whispered, her voice cracking on the last word. I couldn’t answer. The letter’s implications swirled through my mind like poison; Amelia as a weapon, created for a purpose, destined to kill me. It was madness, obviously. Manipulation, psychological warfare. And yet...

“Understood, boss. I’ll triple the security around you and the penthouse. Whoever they are, they won’t get close again.” Unbeknownst to them, Amelia was standing just outside the door, her heart pounding as she strained to catch every word of their conversation. She pressed her back against the wall, her mind reeling from the snippets she overheard. CCTV footage? Dead men? Security? The Alessandro she worked for seemed to be someone else entirely—a man shrouded in danger and secrets. She bit her lip, torn between fear and curiosity. What exactly had she gotten herself into? As the conversation inside wrapped up, she quickly tiptoed back to the bedroom, where she attempted to get a clear mind

I felt really strange,just then I saw a bunch of people coming into the room,they looked like zombies and they all had a weapon with them. Some had axe,some knifes,some cutlasses,some shovel. They all came at me with something that would definitely kill me if they wanted it to. I tried once again to get up or even shout for help but it still did not work. They were still coming at me with angry faces and a dangerous weapon. In the middle of these zombies,I saw my past self(that is Amelia) and my mother. They ran towards me and for a second I thought they were going to help me out. But my past self opened her mouth and said in a high pitched electrical voice. "We trusted you with this Amelia,

He had not seen Amelia that morning, and a part of him told him to go find her-to right things. After days of fighting his grief and his suspicions, Kaelan finally found the truth. One of the pack members stepped forward-guilt and shame thick in his eyes-as he confessed to having witnessed the attack. The rogues hired in were sent with the intent to kill. And the final words the witness had heard chilled Kaelan's blood: "Amelia wasn't the one who killed Lila. She fought to save her.".

Amelia looked at his towering figure and opened her mouth, but after a moment, she didn't say anything. Mrs. Smith sneered, “Oh, who's this little white face? Amelia, is he your new lover?” “Young man, I advise you to stay away from her. Otherwise, you might not even know how you died one day. This woman has a criminal record and specializes in deceiving young men who don't know any better." Mrs. Smith continued, “She’s just a despicable person who can't make up her mind. She not only caused the death of my son, but now she has come to harm others.”

A smile built on Madam Jewel's lips as she sat in her hospital bed, staring at the TV, and then she turned to look at the door to see Amelia entering the room. “The police have kicked off the investigation concerning the videos and the victims within them... So far, the victims are yet to be found or spoken to, so we have to wait and see...” Madam Jewel heard the news reporter say before she turned off the TV. “I have wired the money to the people I hire to be an angry mob,” Amelia whispered, walking towards her mother and sitting down beside her.

Amelia was playing with her phone, smiling slowly: "Master, you are being too modest. Every person in your contact list can make Arlington shake. Is this a sign of distinguished guests?" "The master really knows how to set a price." Amelia randomly dialed one of their numbers, and while waiting for the person on the other end, said to the local police, "One of the criminals in the task you received is Master Leandro. Why are you not taking action?" "Did someone mention to you guys to take care of it?"