Best Thriller Novel Novels & Stories

a shooter started, his voice shaking. "Shut your mouth before I put a bullet in it!" Shinjiro spat, stepping directly into his space, his eyes bloodshot. "He took Tokyo’s wire transfers and handed us a suicide note. You think I’m going to let a white-collar rat play games with my life? You think he gets to sleep in his warm bed tonight while my vanguard is rotting in the mud?" The shooters kept their mouths dead shut, backing toward the corners.

ASTRID TALITHA'S POINT OF VIEW I headed to a bookstore near our campus to look for the new edition of the book about celestial works, since my class will start later today, about 10:00 AM, I still have much time to roam around here. I almost spent all of my savings buying a lot of books I may find, especially after seeing new books launched by some of my favorite authors. Whenever I have a fight with Kolten and Orion, they knew where to bring me. They used to spoil me with a lot of books and let me use them as my advantage to save my allowance. That's how they bribe me! But in a serious speaking, if Lia and Zette were being satisfied buying and collecting cosmetic products of their favorite

Nothing she's saying is getting through to me because my thoughts are consumed by the life that's growing within me. “I spent months doing research, asking hundreds of questions to find out who had kidnapped you. I was expecting some random criminal or maybe an unknown figure from the underworld, but it turns out that the perpetrator wasn't just anyone - it was Arsenio Aiden Villareal, the most powerful and influential man in the world.” Mother laughed, and it wasn't the kind of laugh that made everyone around her chuckle. It was a wicked one that could make your whole body shudder all the way down to your bones.

“Really?” He nodded. “If we run into them, you’ll need it.” The gesture left me shell shocked as I reached out and took the pistol from him. It was for more than my help or to protect myself. It was trust. Six trusted me—the woman he was going to kill—with his life. The restaurant on a cliff was spooky, but the old, falling down warehouse was a whole other kind of creep-tacular. Both looked right out of a survival horror video game, and the mess of bodies dressed in black we waded through was a perfect match.

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

his voice came as a low whisper but his threat caused her body to shiver. He looked at her one more time and stomped out of the room. Immediately the door was jammed close, Rielle placed her hand on the wall and released the breath she held in. Alex is truly scary when he threatens and now, she couldn't help but think about her life which was now in the hands of Alex, the king of darkness. For the rest of the day, Rielle spent it in her room thinking about the two brothers. Now, she was locked in between them. Is that what she gets for writing their characters that way?

I was that past she never wanted to relive. Her sudden attack came as a surprise to me. When I heard the news, I had thought it was an accident, until the police confirmed she was murdered right in her office. I knew I had to get to the bottom of it. I made sure I tracked Maya. Maya was sleek, she was almost invisible. Beautiful and elegant, those were her weakness. No matter how she tried to stay away from the eyes of her prey, she couldn't walk into a room without going unnoticed. She was that beautiful.

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.

"Wrong apartment." He looked at Lin. Looked at me. Smiled. "Unless," he said, "this is the right one. Unless you're the ones looking for this." He held up a book. Red leather. Tattered. The notebook. Lin moved first. Fast. Not blind at all. She grabbed the kettle. Threw it. Scalding water hit his face. He screamed. Dropped the book. I caught it. Ran. Down the hall. Bathroom. Locked the door.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.