Good Suspense Novels & Stories

Matt suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning back. “I’m sorry, Aldo,” he said with a gun in his hand, but Aldo was faster. He quickly brought out his gun and shot him without a second thought. A bitter smile was on his lips as Matt’s body fell to the ground in a heap. His secretary ran to the room immediately. He stood up, slightly disgusted at the sight of Matt. Whether he was dead or not. Right from when he walked into the room, the tension under his skin and the way he tried to come back into his life were already screaming that there was something wrong. Aldo trusted his intuition, and he was never wrong when it came to that kind of thing.

Not that far a stretch, considering last year’s accident on the reservoir. When he was finished with them, after all three were dead, including Jack, he could come back to the house and type up a suicide note on her laptop. Spell it out, not leave the cops too much to think about. He drew another deep breath. It would work. All right. As the mother stirred, he backed out of the room and went for the kid. * Ashley woke from a dreamless sleep to her daughter’s voice. But when she opened her eyes, instead of Maddie she saw a dark figure looming over her bed, his gun glinting in the dim light. With his other hand, the man held Maddie.

The stillness of the cabin was broken by the soft hum of the old refrigerator in the corner, the only sign of life amidst the tense silence that hung heavy in the air. As Sophia sat across from James, her mind raced with the gravity of the situation. The files on the screen, the damning evidence against Salvatore, were their key to bringing him down. But with every new piece of information they uncovered, the stakes seemed higher, the danger more imminent.

The mournful groaning morphed into a ghastly melody that coiled around him, sending chilling shivers cascading down his spine. As he shone his flashlight into the oppressive blackness, its beam finally landed on a gut-wrenching scene that crashed into him like a freight train. Panic surged through his veins, his stomach plummeting at the sight before him. There, slumped over a battered desk littered with crumpled papers and a toppled inkpot, was Daeseung—a frail figure ensnared in the grip of unconsciousness.

Susan sensed something was amiss. She noticed a profound guilt etched on Alexander's face when she inquired about Drake. Suspicious, she decided to investigate further, sneaking into their apartment to confirm her suspicions. Methodically, Susan combed through the rooms until she reached Drake's quarters. There, she discovered him lying motionless with a dagger plunged into his heart. A triumphant grin crept across her face. "I knew it! When I suspected Alexander was up to something, that bastard daggered his own brother!"

Malik says, looking at the car: Malik: Good, we've set the trap. He turns and leaves the window, saying: Malik: Come on, Dima. Malik and Dima leave the apartment and close the door. The elevator door opens steadily. They enter the elevator. The elevator opens on the first floor. Malik and Dima exit the elevator and head towards the gate. A small piece of paper hangs in the air, dangling from his hand. Malik grasps it tightly as he walks towards the car. He opens the car door, stands behind the wheel, and extends his hand out of the window. Dima opens the door opposite him, and Malik sits beside her. He looks at Dima and says, "Malik, as soon as I pull this string, Dr. Ziad and his electrocut

The computer tower on the floor was making a noise, like a bee that was trapped. Mayas fingers touched the metal of the golden key that was hanging around her neck. The big screen above her showed a world that was like a nightmare. Benson was standing with his back to the camera looking up at the sky where a giant finger was still hanging in the air. He was. Looked very happy because he thought Maya was safe.. He did not see the shadow moving behind him.

With one click of a button, each camera went black with an error code allowing us to see the power to the whole building had gone down. If I thought waiting to see if the guys returned from the penthouse suite was long, it did not compare to the length of time we sat watching the black screens waiting for any indication that the guys had managed to run down the fifty flights of stairs and slipped through the security which would have also been pulled into darkness. Baxter’s hand seemed to tighten gripping onto my shoulders as the minutes ticked by, an ounce of fear rippling through me in that moment, if I made the wrong call and those guys get caught, will I end up like his other ex’s? As li

"Drink up. Let the music take over." "I will try," Vittoria said, taking a sip. The liquid burned her throat, but she welcomed the warmth. "But why did that man in the gray suit let us in? He looked at me like he knew me." "Maybe he saw how gorgeous you look in that green dress," Hannah teased, clinking her glass against Vittoria's. "Stop worrying and enjoy the night." "I want to," Vittoria said, her heart rate finally starting to slow down. "It is just hard to turn off the voice in my head. I always feel like something bad is about to happen."

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"