Fun Thriller Books Novels & Stories

Observing it he quirked a questioning brow at the title. Murderous case files, a thriller mystery book he had read years ago. Mainly consisting of gore and graphic details of killing he had dropped it, never even getting past the first chapter. If he recalled the very first sentence described a horrific scene of a man who had cut his wife's throat. Many would have stopped reading at the very first scene yet for some reason this woman was so intrigued with the book that she had nearly forgotten she was conversing with me. How interesting. The more I learn about her the more she seems to shock me.

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Rosenthal to me? Right then, the door behind me squeaked open, causing my heart to skip a beat. My arms shot up, pointing the gun in the direction of the door. I peered in to find the bedroom empty. Bracing myself, I entered slowly with dread pumping through my veins. Her bedroom was home to an endless collection of books, and a double-wide bookcase, covering the majority of the wall, held an extensive variety of the occult genre. Interesting... Mrs. Una Rosenthal was a woman with secrets. Dark ones.

"Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot twists." "You write?" Clara gasped, genuinely excited. "You have to let me read some of your stuff. Real life in this pack is stressful enough. I love reading things that let me escape reality for a few hours." "Exactly!" Nora agreed passionately. "When I read a good thriller, I don't have to worry about Lycan Kings or border patrols. I just get to worry about fictional people surviving crazy situations." For the next two hours, the grand library echoed with genuine laughter.

But that was gone already now. The only thing that played in my head over and over again were the moments of his betrayal. The time when he had announced to us that Bianchi's men were going over to Vittoria's, and when I dived over her protecting her from the sniper, at Yara's party when Vittoria almost got kidnapped, the accident we had at Ontario.... It was all him. All North. My f*cking blood brother. The whole sh*t was messed up. I loaded one gun and handed it over to Vittoria, " Your knives wouldn't really do much if those airheads are with guns."

~LIBRARY SEX~ The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and polished wood, a familiar comfort that usually soothed my nerves. But today, it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. I stood by the tall shelves, my fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound volumes, trying to focus on anything but the way my heart hammered against my ribs. He was here, just a few feet away, his presence a magnetic force pulling me closer with every passing second.

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.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Nothing was arranged or labeled, but I was supposed to somehow be able to magically find the books I was looking for. Great. I rubbed my temples, trying to decide where to even start. Then I heard a rustle. My head snapped to the corner, where a stack of books shifted ever so slightly. I took a cautious step forward. Someone was hiding there. My heart began to race. Was it those shadowed rogues? Had they tracked me here? Had I put the orphans in danger with my presence? “Hello? Who's there?” I called while reaching for my necklace in preparation for a fight. "I know you're there so you better come out right now."

"I... I have to pick up my books." I can hardly tell him that I'm investigating his family's involvement with a sordid disappearance. He scrutinises me and stays quiet. He beckons me to sit in front of him. I slip into the seat keeping as much self-assurance as possible. "Do you come here often?" I asked him. "Yes" I lift the book up that he's holding in his hands. Curious to see the kind of works he borrows. "Poetry?" "The art of Gods." "If you say so. Personally, I prefer novels and my favourite genre is science fiction!"