Best Suspense Thrillers Books Novels & Stories

She said jokingly as she threw him the key. He unlocked the restraint and stayed still, unable to move because he knew it would be pointless to try and attack her, much less try to run away. He looked at her, eyes stared widely at the half filled glass with no ice. His eyes moved past her tired eyes and studied the room. The shelf that was at his right was filled with books that were arranged according to the genre and most of them were fictional, thriller and horror novels whose seal hadn't been opened and only seemed to collect dust. The others were based on psychology, anatomy and various poisons. He felt more anxious than before.

Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment. I looked at Reese, who was watching the darkness, but relaxed. Suddenly the same sounds came from his coat pocket with which he had already lured the Spuma to the Grim Reaper. Then everything happened very quickly. A scratch on the stairs, something big and blue rushed into the corridor, heading straight for Reese. The emerging growl was interrupted by a bang. It didn't yelp or make any other noise as it fell to the ground and slid right up to Reese's feet. It was just dead. As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end.

Who knew that amnesia would be the least of my problems? I got out of the elevator, walked through the house and when I got to the kitchen, I put the book on the worktop. I grabbed a bottle of sparkling water and a jar of hazelnut cream. I sat down to read a thriller. In the story, Vivian was shivering in her living room as the winds howled outside, the windows banging hard during the storm. Suddenly, the lights went out and she screamed in fright. The front door burst open and a grotesque figure with horns and an axe gleaming in the lightning emerged. I'm so immersed in suspense that when the kitchen door slams hard, I almost faint with fright. I turn quickly and find Dominique standing the

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

I needed more information to have clarity on the situation. When Lance and I finally returned to our room, I brought up my suspicions to him. Unfortunately, since he’d only just had his eyes opened to this new theory about his mother, his uncle, and Jason, he had nothing to contribute except to reiterate Vivian’s warning of danger. When he pulled at my corset stays until my breasts were exposed, gently shoved me back onto the mattress, and slid his hand beneath my skirts until it was deep between my legs, I gasped with surprise.

The one time Leonica found the most gripping each time she settled down to read her favorite books, were the pin drop moment. Suspense, silence and uncertainty. Those three went pleasant well during that particular moment and made the story all the more interesting and gripping to her as a devoted reader. But heck, she had never for once sat down and thought about how she’d handle such a situation if it was her faced with it, rather than the Mary Sue female leads in the books she read.

I stare at him watching his clear blue eyes change from peaceful to stormy. "If you don't let me walk you home I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you home myself." His voice is hard and daring, making me afraid that he might do as promised, but my feet are glued to the ground. I don't move. "So you really want to do this." He lean closer to me. So close that I can feel his warm breath against my ear. "I swear if you scream or fight me I'll drug you for so long you will become a zombie." And with that I am in the air dangling from his shoulder. My ass in the air, again for the second time tonight and my feet to his back. My hands planted on his hard chest trying to position myself so I

Back in the rented beach house, he crept past his parents' hushed breaths and collapsed onto the couch, his skin still humming. Sleep came fast, but not before his traitorous mind replayed Jon's hands, his laugh, the way his muscles flexed under sweat-slick skin. ************************* The sun glinted off the pages of Nina's book as she sprawled on her beach towel, her straw hat tilted against the glare. The ocean murmured behind her, lulling her into the fantasy world between the pages—until two shadows fell across the sand. "Das ist kein Platz für Träumereien," a deep voice rumbled. Nina looked up, squinting. Twin towers of muscle loomed over her—Evan and Stefan.

I say as he slides into the seat. He lifts my mug, reading the little chalkboard logo. “I’m full of surprises.” “Dangerous ones? “Depends. Is caffeine and questionable literature your definition of danger?” He smirks, loosening his coat. “What’s the book?” I glance down, then grimace. “Some wildly over-hyped thriller about a detective with a drinking problem. Groundbreaking, right?” Marcus leans over, plucking the book from my hands before I can protest. His shoulder brushes mine in the process, and my pulse spikes like it has no sense of boundaries. He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow.

It was completely dry, its thick leather cover pristine, its pages white and unblemished by blood or ink. ​But as Elara reached out a trembling hand to pick up the book, the headlights of the white sedan suddenly flickered and died, plunging the highway into a deep, absolute darkness. ​The quiet of the forest was broken not by the sound of crickets or rain, but by a slow, heavy, and terrifyingly familiar sound that echoed from the dashboard inside the dark car.