Best Thriller Fiction Books Novels & Stories

“On your knees!” Time slowed. Marcus stared down the barrel. Lena’s breath hitched, another loss after her mother, after almost losing Joel, felt unbearable. Then — CRACK! A single gunshot echoed from the darkness. The thief screamed as the pistol flew from his hand, blood blooming across his palm. He clutched the wound and fled into the night. His attempt to roughen up these people and get small change with which to enjoy his little drug has landed him with a whole gun shot.

Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose. While I was standing there next to them, praying they didn’t choose more than a few of the stories. “Poison, this one seems interesting.” The outgoing twin stated about to touch the page. I muttered a few curses under my breath that they ‌either didn’t hear or ignored. Although Poison wasn’t the darkest story in my book; it wasn’t the lightest either. “Shouldn’t we read the book description first?” the other twin asked “Of course not! Who even reads book descriptions?” was the first one’s response.

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

I yell knowing that they wouldn't have been able to stop him. Arthur is the best at what he do. He is trained in surviving. Martial arts, shooting and killing is just a few of his trades. He is an army on his own. I know. He worked for me. I headhunted him, but he will never bring a gun to a sword fight. He is too much of an Adrinaline monkey to do that. They must have drawn their guns at him. "Your idiots opened fire." I state. Rage ripping through my body. I pull the trigger and watch a .45 pierce through Alexander's forehead. I instructed them to bring Lilith to me ALIVE.

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

The room erupted into chaos, the deafening roar of gunfire drowning out everything else. I felt numb as I followed Viktor through the chaos, my hand clutching the cold steel of the gun he had given me. It felt heavy in my grip, a reminder of the countless lives it had taken. We moved through the building like shadows, Viktor barking orders while I trailed behind him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Cover me,” he said, his voice sharp. I obeyed, firing at the figures that emerged from the smoke. Each shot felt like a piece of my soul being chipped away, but I couldn’t stop.

But that was gone already now. The only thing that played in my head over and over again were the moments of his betrayal. The time when he had announced to us that Bianchi's men were going over to Vittoria's, and when I dived over her protecting her from the sniper, at Yara's party when Vittoria almost got kidnapped, the accident we had at Ontario.... It was all him. All North. My f*cking blood brother. The whole sh*t was messed up. I loaded one gun and handed it over to Vittoria, " Your knives wouldn't really do much if those airheads are with guns."

If the police couldn't believe me then I was ruined, that was my only hope. "It's a thriller story" I mumbled staring blankly at bodies which were lying there because of me. Even if I didn't want to kill them, they were there for me, and I was the ultimate reason for their death. "The main lead kills the people who hurt her and hides dead bodies until she gets caught by her lover..." "Hmm" He inspected the cover. "Interesting! you should take inspiration from the book you read." He smirked. It looked like it was normal for him to kill people. On the other hand, I can't even hurt people with words.

Faline and Kage had escaped, but Kage was wounded. A car was heading straight towards me, and I was too frozen to even move because my death was near and my life flashed right before me. I hadn't done any good, and I was going straight to hell because I became a thief. Before the car could hit me, someone pushed me away, and I fell to the ground with a loud thud. When I looked up, I saw the one who had saved my life lying in a pool of blood. She was still breathing, and I froze in place when I heard the police sirens getting closer.

“There was Rophynol in every soda, vodka, whiskey, and so on.” “Why?” “Trafficking, duh! It was like a full-blown Mafia business,” Harley said. “But before these assholes could execute their plan, some men in suits barged in and stormed everyone out of there.” “What men?” She rubbed her nape. “They had guns and this broach over their pockets in the shape of a spade.” Spade? “Why do I feel like I’ve heard about the spade broach before?” “It’s obviously Mafia business, B. It seemed like one gang was interrupting the work of another. But I wonder which mob is so decent.” She huffed. “They literally stopped human trafficking.”