Novel & Cerita Booktok Thrillers

Brielle's POV Didn’t they say old tools were usually rusted? Then why did this man fuck so good? I thought as Mr. Brooke drove roughly into my pussy, his cock pounding into me with brutal precision. His movements were relentless, hard enough to leave me breathless. Every thrust sent pleasure crashing through my body while his hands roamed over me possessively, gripping whatever part of me he could reach. I could barely hold myself together, my fingers twisting into the sheets as helpless sounds spilled from my lips.

“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.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

I looked away while I was reaching out for the envelope and as soon as I took a hold of it, I opened it and it says: “You will lose what I lost. -Jolene” My body was completely immobile right after I read the note and my hands were terribly trembling. I threw it away and cried in horror. Fear. There was fear rushing throughout my veins as I begin to feel my whole body trembling and crumbling. This kind of threat which is not only after my relationship with Milo and my own life. This kind of hatred and revenge is something really terrifying because this person wants vengeance for what happened to Jolene. This gift, two real and dead baby heads. There’s a clear message to this and it is indeed

“You are the one who took a young girl hostage and plan to use her blood for what exactly?” “It’s you,” the witch said and Caitlin raised a brow. “Do you know who I am?” “No, but you will soon be known.” Caitlin became confused at what the witch said and it was then her eyes lowered to see that she was holding onto something which peeked out from her coat. She saw something black which looks like a book and it gave her the description of the sacred book the priest talked about which she had pictured from the mind of the other priest. “I see that you’ve stolen the so-called sacred book. What is it about this sacred book exactly?” Caitlin asked, looking curious.

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.