Best Mystery/thriller Novels Novels & Stories

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

Casie felt the familiar weight of her service weapon at her hip—a grounding reminder that despite everything that had happened, she was still a cop with a job to do. "Mendoza always did have uncanny timing with case assignments," she admitted, pressing the button for the top floor. "I thought it was just good instincts." "Good instincts, or supernatural intelligence networks?" Nathaniel asked, his businessman's mind already working through the implications. "If the Council has been monitoring supernatural crimes through human law enforcement, how deep does this go?" Rick's newly awakened senses picked up on Casie's spike of anxiety before she consciously felt it herself. Through their bond,

“What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?” "I haven't read in a while. I like thrillers. Lee Child, James Patterson, Stephen King." He tells us as he reaches and takes a piece of steak. "Have you read Harlan Coben? He writes some amazing thrillers like Drop Shot, One False Move, and Tell No One." I'm in my element now. This is safe ground, I love talking about books. I love almost every genre out there. I'll give anything a go once. Indie authors are my favorite as their work is so unique, it's like a diamond in the rough.

“The lockdown will end soon. Use the time to think. You are not alone in this fight, Maya.” He left as quietly as he came. The door clicked shut again, and I sat back down with my thoughts spinning. Julian’s warning felt real. He defended me when he did not have to. But his words about the wrong monster made everything more confusing. Who was the real threat if not Havisham? The alarms finally started to quiet outside. Footsteps moved in the hallway, and voices discussed the leaked files. I touched the small hidden drive in my pocket again. More proof waited there, but I needed to be smart about when to use it.