Best Suspense Thriller Novel Novels & Stories

He must have taken advantage of me while I was unconscious. I stood up, my movements stiff with fury and fear. My eyes roamed the room, noting the opulence—the golden wristwatches, diamond rings, and gleaming furniture. He’s filthy rich, but that doesn’t give him the right to do this to me. I couldn’t stay here another second. I needed to return to my pack, to check on my parents. But I had no money, and my situation was desperate. Without a second thought, I began gathering valuables from the room, his golden wristwatches, diamond rings, and even his wallet. My gaze landed on a silver necklace around his neck. It shimmered faintly, almost otherworldly, and I carefully removed it.

CHAPTER 1: ABDUCTED AND TORTURED Sam’s POV The rain hammered against the cracked window of my dorm room like a ticking clock, counting down to a moment I didn’t even know was coming. I had just pulled my hoodie over my head, earbuds in, a slice of pizza in one hand and a psych textbook in the other. Thursday nights were usually dead quiet on campus, especially in the Honors block. I didn’t hear them come in. The first thing I noticed was the smell,damp leather and sweat. Then something cold pressed against my neck.

Outside, snow began to fall again — soft, relentless, erasing all tracks. --- Down the hall, in an office filled with shadows and silence, Dr. Adrien Kael read her file. It was thin. Too thin. He flipped through the few pages for the third time. A standard intake, recent trauma, voluntary admittance. No criminal record. No family listed. No emergency contact. Nothing but a line from a previous physician: “Extreme trauma response. Suspected dissociation. Resistant to therapy.” He didn’t like gaps. Halden was known for precision. Adrien liked order, patterns, and people who spoke in truths. This woman’s file read like a performance. And yet, there she was — tucked into one of their pristine ro

“It only begins, Signorina. Be ready.” Sophia stepped out into the night air, clutching the burner phone, the city lights reflecting in her determined eyes. She returned to the restaurant in time to catch the last of her guests’ laughter and champagne toasts. To the world, she smiled—graceful, elegant, untouchable. But inside, she burned with fury, anxiety, and the urgent need to uncover the secret Don Pero had hidden from her. And somewhere, in the shadows beyond the city, she would find him.

The night stretches endlessly, restless thoughts weaving through my mind like an unyielding storm. Sleep eludes me as I grapple with the weight of the impending tragedy. Evelyn's plan to eliminate Hugh and his son on the day of the wedding is inconceivable! I thought such things can only happen in TV series and movies… I pause, toss and turn, realizing that I’m inside a novel, so these things are not impossible. What can I do to stop Evelyn… and Dwight too? How can I prevent the bloodshed without being caught by them?

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Suzanne popped another juicy piece of fruit into her mouth and mumbled, "Aren't you busy?" Ignoring her question, Nathan asked, "What book are you reading?" Suzanne picked up the book and showed it to him. "I randomly picked up a suspense novel. It's quite interesting." Nathan took the book, glanced at the title and synopsis, then casually placed it back on the table, his interest seemingly waning. After eating a few more pieces of fruit, Suzanne put down her fork and reached for her book. Suddenly, Nathan grasped her hand. Startled, Suzanne turned to look at him, her heart racing and cheeks flushing.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

I don’t resist him, I don’t even have the strength to. I’m being arrested for the murder of my Father in a foreign country, where am all alone and I know no one. I feel tears slip down my cheeks as I’m suddenly reminded of this day ten years ago. The fear I had felt when I got the news of my father’s death creeps in until I can taste it. What’s going to happen to me now? I read the news on the small television in the Van. Doctor Janelle Ronan, a renowned, beautiful, hot-shot neurosurgeon arrested for the murder of her adopted father who she had been poisoning slowly for months now. Luckily, the police found evidence of her crime after a search and seizure was conducted on her house.