Good Suspense Novels & Stories

Blood, so thick it’s almost black, gushes from her throat and mouth as she jerks helplessly on the marble tiles. Silvan just stands there and watches her, his breath coming in rapid, audible pants. Then he turns slightly and the camera catches his profile. Instead of remorse or pity, his face is carved in icy satisfaction… and relief? He turns away and a second later, the screen goes black, reflecting my own horrified expression. The silence that follows is deafening. I can still hear Dorothy’s screams. God knows I’ll be hearing it for a long, long time. Silvan’s emotionless face is definitely seared in my brain for life.

DOM! Again. DOM! Yet, again before it ended abruptly. BADUMP! BADUMP! BADUMP! BADUMP! Their hearts literally jumped violently as the danger was approaching in stealth. Nothing could be predicted nor prepared for anything that would happen next. With frozen bodies, their senses were heightened as their eyes roamed around, waiting for any dramatic entrance that could be literally anywhere - considering that Black Shadow wasn’t a typical villain. And the waiting game was so tortuous as usual. BOM!

And now I was sitting here with a front row seat to a murder disguised as an accident. rested my elbows on the table, fingers intertwined, eyes locked on the frozen frame. Questions swarmed my head. Who had doctored the footage? Who stood to benefit from Sadie’s death? And how deep was this going to go before it pulled me under too? The clock ticked past midnight, each second slicing through the heavy silence. I shut my eyes, letting the image burn into my memory—Sadie motionless, the city blazing behind her, a storm gathering just out of sight.

Dickson asks, with concern in his voice. "I... I." She tries to speak, but her words are lost together. She feels uncontrollably dizzy and disorienting. "I... I don't feel good," she says before her world goes black. Not up to five minutes as she goes blank, while he tries to touch her, bringing out his phone to take pictures as it's part of their plan. As he touches her laps, just like an electric shock, Susan opens her eyes wide. She lies on the couch with him, sitting beside her. He looks stiff when he sees her stare. "Thank goodness you're awake. You had me worried." He mutters, with a trembling in his voice.

Cliche but needed for what they did. They couldn't steal a person's son and put him in an overpopulated place. That's just asking for trouble. "They're not dead, are they?" Kayla asked an important question that just came to her head as she looked in the directiong of the black plastic bags that contained a knocked out person. "Nah, I poked holes in the bag so they'll be able to breathe." Lucas sia das if it was the most casual thing on earth. "What about the elephant in the room?" Kayla asked while pointing in a certain direction.

They could only hope. I shifted, antsy. Desiree, ever the dramatic one, would prolong the suspense with a long speech before the grand finale. Perfect. More time for me to grab a drink and scout my next victim. Our eyes met, and I winked, a silent message passing between us. She gave a subtle nod, and I turned, heading for the bar.

A video played—grainy, taken by a security camera in a distant city. A woman, dressed in black, walked through a crowded marketplace. She didn’t rush. Didn’t hide. Didn’t even pretend to blend in. She moved like someone who feared nothing. Her eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, never lowered. People parted around her instinctively—like animals sensing a predator. Lena whispered, “Is that her?” Cassandra nodded. “Sable recorded two days ago. She’s not running anymore. She’s hunting.” Alexander took a slow breath. His voice was deadly calm.

Susann slowly straightened up her body, tense as Howard’s last words replayed in her head. Before she could hide behind the shadows, something changed behind her, confirming that what she had just heard was dangerous—too dangerous to ignore. Colder than the air in the hallway, a shiver went down her spine. She made a sudden turn, but it was too late. She struck a wall of muscle—a firm, hard frame. Her eyes grew wide with surprise, and she found herself gasping for air.

Nice reasoning, you never changed since last time. "Can we be friends then?" And he reached out for his hand "W-what?" I accidentally spat some of my sushi on the table from the sudden question "Gosh are you alright?" As Maxine pats my back "Here have some water, drink slowly" "I'm sorry I didn't mean to cause you harm" says Joshua worryingly. "Don't ask like all of a sudden Shua, especially to Dianna." Maine says to Joshua concerned about what just happened. "Dianna gets startled a lot of times."

Susan opened her eyes to see Lewis’s cold demeanor and felt extremely anxious. “It was me, Lewis, what’s wrong?” Susan tried to stay calm, “My resume fell in the room, and you found it, right?” Lewis stared at Susan coldly, his grip tightening on her shoulder, "I'll give you one more chance to come clean. Was it or was it not you at the Holiday Hotel that night?" "Lewis, you're hurting me," Susan said, both alarmed and afraid. She didn't know what she had done to make Lewis suspicious.