Good Suspense Books Novels & Stories

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

“Hurry up.” I stared down at them, transfixed, watching as the blood seeped out of their lifeless bodies. It was the longest I’d gotten to look at Six’s meticulous and deadly handiwork. It was the first time in weeks I was reminded how ruthless and savage he was. “Come on.” My hands shook as I blindly reached for my purse, his book bag, and suitcase. The ground seemed uneven beneath my feet as I dragged the suitcase behind me. At the threshold I glanced down at the bodies surrounding the entrance.

Furniture overturned, books scattered, and in the centre of the living room, a young woman with copper hair sat bound to a chair, very much alive but gagged with what appeared to be silver silk. "Kayla," Casie breathed, immediately moving forward. "Wait." Nathaniel's hand on her arm stopped her progress. "This is too easy. The Sparrow doesn't leave witnesses." Rick was already scanning the room's corners, his newly enhanced senses picking up details his human eyes might have missed. "There, behind the bookshelf. Someone's hiding."

Kael quietest of all, but I could hear the rustle of pages when he thought everyone was asleep he was still up reading, probably chasing whatever answers he was after in those old books. The suppressants were kicking in slowly , thank god, but the pull was still there, dangerous and hot under my skin. Soso was restless, pacing in my head, whispering they’re right there, just climb down, just touch one, just smell them closer. I clenched my fists under the blanket, nails digging in, and forced myself to count breaths instead of thinking about how easy it would be to slip out and curl up next to any of them.

I stare at him watching his clear blue eyes change from peaceful to stormy. "If you don't let me walk you home I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you home myself." His voice is hard and daring, making me afraid that he might do as promised, but my feet are glued to the ground. I don't move. "So you really want to do this." He lean closer to me. So close that I can feel his warm breath against my ear. "I swear if you scream or fight me I'll drug you for so long you will become a zombie." And with that I am in the air dangling from his shoulder. My ass in the air, again for the second time tonight and my feet to his back. My hands planted on his hard chest trying to position myself so I

I could see Madison through the window, getting down from her car and walking towards the library, she was on a call with—Me. Then she marched right into the store, setting the boxes and opening them, books after books were placed on the floor while still talking to me. Then something moved like a shadow-but heavier, denser and I gulped, I know I can’t reach out to Madison to alert her of the danger, it has already happened and I can’t change that. I remained still and watched carefully, the creature’s presence made the air tighten and the light flicker, even in the quiet warmth of the bookstore.

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.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

She wasn't trying to make an effort to look good, it doesn't matter anymore. She moved slowly, like her body was conserving whatever little energy her heart had left. On the bedside table sat the books she’d bought earlier. She reached for The Da Vinci Code, the familiar weight of it grounding her. Dan Brown had always had a hold on her. This would be her second time reading this particular book, and for some reason she was excited to just get lost in this book. A world where puzzles mattered more than people’s intentions. She climbed onto the bed, propped her back against the headboard, and began to read.

When the woman looked down at it, she found the book spotless and without a title. Although she felt quite puzzled, she still opened the first page. The moment she saw the contents inside, panic swept over her. With a thud, she dropped the book in her hands. Upon seeing that, the man smiled, revealing his white teeth. "Do you like the Book of Death?" Suddenly, the overhead light began to flicker. To her horror, the young woman noticed the man's shadow contort into a squirming dark mass in the shifting light. Adding to the unease, the front desk bells jingled, though there was no wind.