Novel & Cerita Booktok Thrillers

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

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.

“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.

Jack let the force of his legs explode through his hips, torso, and shoulders, sent the energy through his arms and into the bag. Only when he was completely spent, covered in sweat, did he let himself drop to the mat. But even then, he couldn’t rest. He reached for his phone and shuffled through the photos he’d taken of Ashley’s bizarre paintings. He paused the screen at the painting of himself in the grave, eyes open but unseeing. Blackwell’s other known victims hadn’t been buried alive. They’d been buried in pieces. The FBI had never done a full recovery. The bastard was keeping trophies.

She mumble something about office buildings and apartments before snuggling up into a fetus position and sigh loudly. I grab another beer from the fridge. 'Need something stronger' I mutter placing it back into the fridge rather opening the cupboard next to it and settling behind the kitchen counter with a glass and a bottle of vodka. 'I need to finish what I started.' I throw the first glass down my throat tingling with burning sensation then refill the glass to sooth my burning throat. The first glass is the worse. I need to get this dealt with tonight. I pick up the jacket draped around the back of the chair and head for the door, but once I feel the coldness of the door knob under my tou

Then I brought out a novel to read because it was awkward staring out the window and sipping coffee with a stranger sitting across from me staring at my face from time to time or operating his phone. “How far have you gone?” He asked “How far have I gone with the book?” “Yes,” he said smiling. “I’m still at the prologue,” I responded. “Oh, that’s chill, you seem to like thrillers, this book ‘ Kill for you,’ is an epic thriller, and only true fans of thrillers read it.” “I had no idea, I was just drawn by the book cover, but yeah I love thrillers.” “It’s a good one,” he said and I forced a smile. So he had read it before. “I could read it over and over again, it never gets old.”