Fiction Suspense Books Novels & Stories

She peered over the edge of the bed and saw the book lying on the floor, as if it had revealed some hidden secret. She hesitated, then reached out and picked it up. The cover was strangely cold—colder than paper should be, as if it had absorbed the night's chill or carried with it an unknown breath of darkness. She returned it to the table and turned again, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, her eyes squeezed shut. Yet her heart still pounded with restless anxiety, whispering that his fall hadn't been accidental, but deliberate.

French toast, strawberry chops and turkey slices. And a can of coke. Unusual! "Something like what?" He asked, leaning back. "urrrrgh," I scanned the room until my eyes fell on the bookrack in front of me. "This!" I pull out one of the novels. “Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough,” he said immediately, without even glancing at it. He could tell which of the books were missing by just looking at the rest on the rack. “You read it?” There's suspicion in his tone.

The curtain is white and almost every other thing in the room. I turn back, feeling scared that I have been kidnapped. What happened? I ask inwardly again, trying my very best to remember what happened. The inquisitive me ignores the little question in my brain when I spot a small bookshelf with several books on it. The curiosity takes the better of me because I find myself taking slow baby steps toward the shelf. I pick up the first book my hand comes in contact with and I see New York Best Selling written boldly on it. I gasp.

I step inside and am immediately met with the scent of paper, dust, and ink, a scent that always calms me, even when my mind is anything but quiet. The hushed atmosphere presses in around me, soft footsteps on wood floors and the occasional rustle of a page. I head straight for the magical folklore and supernatural history section. The tall shelves stretch around me like a maze, and I run my fingers lightly along the spines, scanning titles with narrowed eyes. I lose track of how long I spend pulling books off shelves and thumbing through pages, some handwritten, others printed with faded ink. Most mention nothing, and the few that do contain little more than whispers and speculation. I feel

Maybe that is the reason why I have no problem in communicating even if I don’t talk to people much. ‘This Time I Will Not Love You' This novel sounds so hurting. I think I won’t be interested in this since I have no love life or whatsoever. ‘To The World I Wish…’ ‘Reckoning Love…’ ‘Mystery Caller' ‘Untold Secrets…’ ‘Unfolding Secrets…’ JUST WHY THE HELL DOES IT SOUNDS SO SPOOKY?!?!? “Alright let’s look for other books to read...” I tried to calm myself just to not let me feel the spookiness in the titles of the books I saw. A very interesting book caught my attention. Unlike the others, it was… handwritten.

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in. There it was, that rush of feeling a new book in your hands. But then, the hair on my nape stood erect and my body stiffened defensively. It suddenly felt like I was being watched and I swung my head over my shoulders. I couldn't make out anyone behind me. It was just as it looked when I entered. I furrowed my brows in concern, looking around inquisitively, before proceeding to the next aisle. A Bloody Affair and The Girl In The Glass were the books I picked next. I was almost skipping around the store on my toes, my veins pumping with adrenaline and an unnerving excitement that made me so restless

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Maybe I can read something to pass the time and occupy my mind for a bit. 0 I read through their titles and they definitely have a favorite genre. ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles’, ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, ‘The Woman in White’, ‘The Maltese Falcon’. I sense a mystery theme here and I wonder if it’s Stefan or his wife that’s the fan. I keep looking when I see a book that is quite out of place. ‘What To Expect: A Mother’s Guide To Her First Pup’ 0