Christian Suspense Novels Novels & Stories

‘If this is supposed to be a trap, they are either doing a good job hiding from me, or they are terrible at setting traps,’ he thought, wary of how easy it seemed. He even checked around the door for traps and anything unusual, only to find nothing of the sort. ‘Must be triggered from the inside,’ Christian assumed, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, as he took some careful whiffs of the door. His eyes widened a bit as he was taken aback in shock with the smell on the other side of the door. A scent so familiar to him that he could never forget. 'That smell... Is it really?!' he wondered, having half the mind to just barge in and see if it wasn't just his nose playing tricks on him... Only to

Hearing this, Christan felt a deep ache in his heart. His mind drifted to the person behind Celia’s suicide attempt—Xavier—and the woman hiding in his shadow: Serena. ***

Never mind, I whispered as I looked towards the water. Christian didn’t bother to nudge me but instead ,he just looked away. As I watched him look away, I couldn’t help but notice how calm he was . There was something about him that I loved so much , something enticing that I couldn't keep off. No man has ever made me feel the things that he does. He was scary but dangerous, every part of him screamed danger. What would happen if you found out your ex husband never died ?” Christian asked as I tithed to look at him utterly surprised that he would say that.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

Christian scoffed and then looked away, why don’t you tell me your own definition of being stressed out. Never mind, I whispered as I looked towards the water. Christian didn’t bother to nudge me but instead ,he just looked away. As I watched him look away, I couldn’t help but notice how calm he was . There was something about him that I loved so much , something enticing that I couldn't keep off. No man has ever made me feel the things that he does. He was scary but dangerous, every part of him screamed danger. “What would happen if you found out your ex husband never died ?” Christian asked as I turned to look at him utterly surprised that he would say that.

, said Sarah. Catherine agreed with her and after talking for a while, Sarah left for her own room. Nearly after an hour, Christian returned. “Are they asleep?” He asked a nearby maid. The maid bowed to him and replied, “Yes, master. Young miss and Miss Sarah both are asleep.” Christian nodded his head and directly went towards his room. He headed into the bathroom for a shower. After showering, he lunged himself into the bed and continued staring at the ceiling. He was actually guessing the identity of the person who could have attacked Mr. Wilson before them. But there was no one he could think of.

“But... Christian, no.” “But what?” he says, his voice sharpening with sudden conviction. “You said it yourself, Gen. You can’t be anywhere near this crime scene. They’ll look hard at everything about your life, your financials, your schedule. But nobody knows I exist. I’m a ghost in your world.” “I know, but—Christian, you’re this incredibly successful, brilliant investor. You have all this money, a beautiful life, prestige. You don’t have to get your hands dirty or get mixed up with something as horrific as this for me.”

She continued after a moment of silence. Christian felt the beads of sweat trickle down his neck despite the cool breeze of the rooftop. But somehow, he felt uneased, especially after what the woman has mentioned. Like being caught red handed, like a deer caught in headlights. The woman just managed to hit the point that he couldn’t help but suspect. Just what exactly made her think of him that way? Or… Did she really… “… Do you still remember Cristopher?” Christian finally asked, since they will get into that topic sooner or later.

Hearing her say those words made my heart ache. I always fought with Xena because she never liked Christian. She would always tell me how he gave off a weird kind of aura, how he irritated her, and how he was too close with his ex. Even when she provided photos, I never believed her...I should have cut everything off then. I should have ended it all. Instead, the one dead was me, and I left them grieving. “The someone you all should suspect is Christian. He got everything. Isn't that suspicious?” she yelled, and Christian, at a corner, eyes widened in shock and confusion. Clearly, he was faking it. I scoffed as he walked closer.

Daniel stood in front of him again with his hand in his pant pockets, “Someone who was about to die under the chandelier?” Christian looked up into his eyes. This time there was again an image of a woman in a white wedding dress standing right under the chandelier, but it was all blurry. He is shouting at her but he couldn’t hear any voice. Christian opened the first three buttons of his shirt as he was suddenly feeling suffocated. Daniel smiled evilly as if he was enjoying his state. “Someone who was about to die in a car crash? Someone who suffered coma, depression, and child loss? Someone who paid the price for being the daughter-in-law of this family? Can you remember someone like that?”