Good Suspense Books For Adults Novels & Stories

I winked and clinked our drinks before she continues the work on her laptop and I was back to reading Brice Durant's newest book. I was resting back on the sofa and sipping my drink slowly while my mind was deep into his book. I was biting my lip, reading in anticipation of what's to come as the suspense build. Then I was curling my toes when the sexy scenes were described explicitly for my virgin corrupt mind. "You're reading the nasties aren't you?" "What? no, how could you tell? even if I am, so what? I'm twenty-three, I'm old enough for these kinds of books."

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

It had now become a derelict building, abandoned and decaying. Now, ten years later, I painted Felix as an adult before lying in the same bed we'd shared as children and closing my eyes. On the headboard, the drawing of our family of four had gathered dust. The naive strokes I'd made back then were filled with a happiness that my adult self could no longer reach, a happiness Felix had never been able to offer. Maybe little Felicity had died that summer, back then, without me realizing it. When Felix found me after a frantic search, my body had already begun to decompose.

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And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

" I'd heard the stories. I'd read the newspaper articles. It sounded like a bunch of bored reporters who wanted to centralize the drama. Nobody could cause as much trouble as people blamed them for in this town. "They're fine. I'll eat chocolate and read a book." I hold up my copy of the latest romance, the naked man chest with a pair of dog tags hanging from his neck reminding me too much of Elliot. "Okay," he relents. Then, without warning, he tugs me closer bringing his hand around my neck until our heads meet in the middle space of the truck. His lips are tender and sweet as they find mine. It's a promise for what's coming later.

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

His body’s gone too. For a moment, I stand still against the wall, half-expecting him to come back. Yet when I look behind me, I’m alone in the hallway. Son of a bitch. It’s morning, and I’m cutting the start of class to sneak to the bookstore. I have Debbie’s list of the popular BDSM series, but I don’t have to go far to find it. There’s a full display for it decorating an endcap. Debbie recommends the entire series, but I figure I better start with just the first. After consulting the list, I pluck the first one from the top of the shelf.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.