A Good Thriller Novels & Stories

Tracy The worst mistake I have ever made is to let my emotions take control of my will power. I stepped into the house and my phone pressed on my ear. Nelson at the other end of the line. I giggled at his dry jokes. “Did you realize it's morning?” I walked past my paranoid husband who looks drop dead mad at me coming home at the odd hour but he will pass. Letting the jacket around my shoulder to drop to the ground when the temperature of my mansion welcomed me. I went straight to the dining table.

If she wanted to live through this, she had to be on Sheels’s good books. “This is an inconspicuous mission,” started Sheels who looked stunning and at home with her Grecian shirt, “so, leave behind any stupidity. Always look over your shoulder and make sure no one—and I mean, no one—is any the wiser of your movement. Be a shadow if need be.”

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

I stared at the phone, stunned. She actually hung up. "What are you doing?!" I looked up. The next second, Benny's hands locked around my throat, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. "I hate liars. Die!"

I saw how badly he rolled her eyes the moment I let out a deep breath after finally having the courage to tell and share it with her. "Actually, I noticed it as well on the wallpaper of her phone, it was a blurry photo of a guy who was holding a guitar and wearing a jacket. If I was not mistaken, this was exactly the one I saw that guy was wearing, and just by now, it confirms my speculations. You know what Astrid, there was a book I borrow from my seatmate in one of the minor courses I was taking last school year, it was actually the time when Samuel and I were having quarrelsome. I read that one of the tricks that a desperate admirer does to successfully get the attention of the guy they l

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

"After learning about the problems Delancy was having with her husband, she decided to stay with me for a while to sort things out between them. I was so angry at first but my heart slowly grew towards Kerrick when Delancy spoke to me about his past. Trust was the hardest thing to regain in their relationship, Delancy told me, and Kerrick was very difficult with opening up to anyone. They started going to counselling sessions and slowly improvements started showing between them both. She eventually moved back with him because he never stopped coming to see her and showering her with flowers and gifts and I could see it that she missed him a lot. Kerrick, as cold as he seemed, had a warm, goo

Chapter 5 – The Return Summer's POV The drive was unusually quiet. Outside the tinted windows, New York pulsed with life. Cars crawled through the morning traffic while towering buildings reflected the golden rays of the rising sun. Everything looked familiar, yet distant—as though I were watching someone else's life instead of my own. Beside me, Harden sat with effortless confidence, scrolling through financial reports on his tablet. His expression never changed. Calm. Focused. Untouchable. I wished I could borrow even a fraction of that composure.

Something was always popping up, everytime we talk that was how it always ended, with something popping up. If I wasn't love sick, I was supposed to realize that something was up with him. But my love clouded mind wouldn't even think of him doing something evil or bad. I dropped my phone making sure to turn off my data and putting the phone on d-n-d mode. To avoid any further distraction.

he growled, his voice rough and demanding, tinged with a hunger that sent a thrill coursing through her veins. The intensity of his gaze bore into her, igniting a fire in her belly that demanded she answer him, but all she could do was nod. Words escaped her, swallowed by the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her body, each thrust drawing her closer to the brink. But Alvin wasn’t satisfied with her wordless agreement; he wanted her completely exposed, vulnerable before him. With a firm grip, he grasped both her wrists, pinning them above her head, leaving her entirely at his mercy. The thrill of surrender danced through her, a delicious mix of vulnerability and desire. His thrusts