Crime Thriller Novels Novels & Stories

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I use my backpack as a shield against the cold raindrops and run through the darkness that rules the university parking lot. My criminal law class ended fifteen minutes late, so the area feels even more desolate than usual. There’s a guard booth just a few meters away, but I get the same bizarre sensation I’ve had the past few nights: the back of my neck prickling, a warning deep in my mind, like someone is watching me from the shadows.

Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker. “What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together. “Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance. “Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience. “What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk. How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?