Action Thriller Book Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

Another performance, not for pleasure, but for hIs control. “Matteo,” I tried, my voIce unsteady. “I’m not doing this. I’m having—” “Have you ever been Interested In anything, you disgusting witch?” HIs voice cracked like a whip. “You’re never interested!” The explosion came fast. Before I could blink, he was already on his feet, already In front of me. His shadow towered, suffocating. HIs fists were clenched so tightly the veins In hIs arms stood out like cords ready to snap. My breath hitched, my body bracIng Instinctively for what I knew always followed.

I motioned for Raven to hold position as we crouched behind a tall tree, our cover. “The light’s dying. I’ll go get something to keep it burning,” the pacing one muttered, peeling off toward us. Perfect. I tucked my gun inside my waistband and waited. As soon as he got close enough—too close—I pounced. My hand clamped over his mouth, his eyes widening in terror. My blade flashed, clean and quiet, slicing across his throat. He crumpled like paper, blood blooming down his chest. Raven caught his body and dragged it into the shadows.

Brielle's POV Didn’t they say old tools were usually rusted? Then why did this man fuck so good? I thought as Mr. Brooke drove roughly into my pussy, his cock pounding into me with brutal precision. His movements were relentless, hard enough to leave me breathless. Every thrust sent pleasure crashing through my body while his hands roamed over me possessively, gripping whatever part of me he could reach. I could barely hold myself together, my fingers twisting into the sheets as helpless sounds spilled from my lips.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

Giving off pheromones that drove the other fucking crazy. Leo turned on the shower and even a blast of cold water wasn’t enough to cool them down. He soon had Amber pinned against the stone wall with her arms forced above her head. He bit and sucked his way down the inner fold of her arms, then down across her heaving breasts, leaving a trail of reddened bumps. Amber was begging for release as she pushed her body aggressively against the chef’s wet, tight torso.

she told me with a set face. Is she the one who came up with the name? I stepped away from her and I noticed she had a basket of flowers in her arm. “What if I buy the book instead, but still want to read it here?” “Then, that would be better,” she said and peered at the book I got. "It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers."

A notorious terrorist organization, known as The Syndicate, had obtained a highly classified weapon, capable of catastrophic destruction. Driven by a sense of duty and fueled by a desire for redemption, Alex embarked on a high-octane journey to dismantle The Syndicate's operations and prevent the weapon from falling into the wrong hands. The chase was on. With the adrenaline pumping through Alex's veins, the action unfolded like a perfectly choreographed dance. Parkour-like maneuvers propelled Alex across towering rooftops, narrowly evading a hail of bullets. Each leap and somersault displayed Alex's exceptional athleticism and reflexes.

His head was buried in a thick novel, but at her sight, he instantly hid the novel behind—a novel an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be reading. It was r rated, not because it was erotica or anything. But because it was a disturbing psychopath thriller book with torture and the deaths of people written in detail. It revolves around a psychopath who derives pleasure from torturing his fellow humans’ beings. He killed for fun on days he was tired, raped both women and men on days he felt sexually excited, and kidnapped human beings then cut their bodies piece by piece until they bled to death. Recording all his evil deeds and posting them for the whole world to see. But don’t worry, there was a hero