Good Thriller Mystery Books Novels & Stories

A new file began downloading against her blocks, labeled simply: *Lena, Final Trigger*. Lena stared at the filename, her face draining of color. Whatever memory IZO44 planned to use against her, it was coming. Outside the cabin, the forest remained unnaturally quiet. The Memory Thief was no longer content to observe. It had begun to steal their souls, one devastating recollection at a time. The cabin fell into a stunned hush after Marcus’s hallucination. He sat on the edge of the cot, elbows on his knees, breathing slowly as Lena knelt in front of him. Her hands remained on his face, thumbs gently brushing away the sweat on his temples.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

A playful wink flickered in his eye, hinting at tantalizing mysteries yet to unfold, before he melted into darkness, leaving Dynasty engulfed in a tantalizing anticipation. Her heart thundered violently in her chest, a vivid reminder of the night’s tumult as she watched the crowd begin to scatter, people fleeing in all directions to escape the building. Finally, steeling herself, she cautiously approached the nearest elevator, seeking refuge while her mind whirled with thoughts of the enigmatic Victor, his identity and intentions cloaked in an alluring shroud of mystery.

Tyler reward me with a small smile probably to comfort me, but he could be lying. I stood in front of the door alone, contemplating if I should push the doors open again and again. Going through every scenario in my head, some of them involving the chopping-off of my fingers and others involving too many rounds of bullets for me to count, but I reminded myself each time that I had to do this. Admittedly it was easier when I had a death wish, but Arthur ruined that one for me. I wanted to know more and I have now made it my mission to figure out the whole story that got me messed up in the fucking Russian Mafia.

Frustrated, I set it aside and stepped out of my room for a walk to clear my head. As I strolled the halls, I noticed a group of soldiers carrying crates filled with books. “Wait,” I called out, stopping them. They froze and turned to me. The scent hit me before I even reached the boxes—Colt’s scent. My monster brother’s lingering essence clung to the books like a haunting memory. “Where are these from?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I reached for one of the books. “From Raven’s old base,” one soldier answered with a respectful nod.

He had long forgotten about it because it had been many years and not once had he ever thought about it. Carefully, Lucian unwrapped the box. Inside there was a book. It was unlike anything Lucian had ever seen. The cover was bound in dark, cracked leather, etched with symbols that seemed to shift and writhe when he looked at them. The title was embossed in gold, written in a language he didn’t recognize but could somehow read: The Laws of the Ancient Times. As he touched the cover, a jolt of energy surged through him, making his vision blur. For a moment, he saw flashes of a different world, fiery landscapes, dark thrones, and a figure cloaked in shadow. Then it was gone, leaving him breath

Her deep velvet brown eyes pleaded with me. Guilt slams into me. Hard. The mate bond working its magic, The tether that connects us pulling tighter. But I need answers. I have an Alpha with a dead son breathing down our backs and the body of another werewolf who we still haven’t identified yet. This woman. My supposed mate - is the only person who can give us answers. She's also our main suspect, not just for the theft but for double homicide too. Unless she can prove her innocence.

He ran the blade down my cheek with slow, measured movements, the cold metal grazing my skin just lightly enough to make me shiver. A jagged, sharp thrill of fear and exhilaration coursed through me, mixing with the heat in my chest. His touch was like fire and ice at once—an electric burn that made me both want to run and pull him closer, all at the same time. The knife moved lower, dragging a soft line down my neck, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me. The feeling of it was raw, dangerous, like being on the edge of something wild and uncontrollable.

My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home.

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.