Good Thriller Novels & Stories

Her Dad's stepmother, the legal wife of Patriarch Li, schemed and plotted his mother's death with a group of thugs. Low-born and raised in dark alleys, the thugs had zero principles and no morals. As individuals with no bottom line, seeing a beautiful and graceful woman, awakened other thoughts in their vile minds. The thugs performed unmentionable deeds before fulfilling their mission and killing Li Chen's mother. In a twist of fate, the young Li Chen that was still grieving, overheard his stepmother gossiping with a group of friends on how she took care of his mother.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

He knew a little about his dirty little secrets and now he didn't know why he did what he did, but after his business crashed down. It was shocking to Morgan and very disappointing. Morgan trusted him and all he could get from him was a big disappointment. He felt a lot of pain but he knew he can't mix pleasure with business. Immediately, he put a call across to his best assassin. “Hello! Arklin, reporting!” He said to him. “Arklin! I need a smooth job on this. I want you to eliminate a threat for me. I will send you the profile,” he said to him.

"I warned you about that mouth of yours. I warned you about threading on thin ice, I told you I could kill you, but you didn't heed my warning." One of the woman's hands lifts and settles upon the man's hand as she tries, in vain, to claw his hand away from her neck. His hand presses even harder against her windpipe and spots dance in front of her. She knows with certainty, she's going to die, and at the hands of this violent stranger. As the thought is projected, the tightness around her throat reduces and she sucks in large gulps of air. She feels, rather than seeing the man step back from her. "That was just a foreshadowing of what will happen to you if you keep goading me."

I went down the stairs and helplessly searched for the kitchen in this labyrinth I had found myself into. Increasing my pace, I took a glimpse of every room but still no kitchen. I groaned as my stomach growled in hunger and placed a hand on it to calm it. As I moved down the corridor, I felt being followed and watched. I stopped dead in my tracks waiting to hear the footsteps of the person behind me but they stopped as soon as I did. I clenched my fists, remembering my dad's training. Turning around I came across a man who jogged towards me his hand reaching for his gun. He took it out and pointed at me. The gunpoint on my chest, I smiled surprising him with a quick disarming move. The gun

"Way ahead of you, babe." Too fatigued to entertain the idea of shoplifting at the moment—and recognizing that neither of us will yield when it comes to paying—we decide to split the bill evenly as soon as we reach the checkout lane, dividing the cost of groceries to $18.56 each. We settle the bill and, after a brief intimate encounter in Max's car—why not?—we return to his place, opting to watch "Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid" as the first film of our 'N*****x and Chill' marathon for the night. "Damn. Why is it always the minority that ends up getting killed off first?" Max comments as a hefty anaconda emerges from the water and swallows Dr. Ben Douglas whole.

Feeling the wetness that was building up. I never felt this with Elvis, was that saying something? ”Tell you what,” he said and raised his head from looking in my bag. ”You do this job for me-no questions asked- or I take you and your bag to the cops.” I gulped, feeling worry stir in the pit of my stomach. The cops. They could choose to tie a lot of thefts to me. ”So, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer once more.”What will it be?” * * *

That’s how she survived. The hitman was already waiting in the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Their meeting spot. The place smelled of dust, engine oil, and secrets too dark to say out loud. She didn’t flinch walking into the cold shadows. If anything, she welcomed the chill that settled over her shoulders like an old friend. Dillon would now be her second victim. Another foolish soul falling by her hand, all for her one and only, Hunter.

Francisco proclaimed, his threats hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. "If you take me as a psycho, then I will be turned into a psycho for you," he added, his words leaving an indelible mark on Hazel's consciousness. The weight of Francisco's threats lingered as Hazel quickly moved out of the room. The chamber, witness to the clash of wills and the echoes of defiance, held the residue of their confrontation. Francisco's ominous words reverberated in Hazel's mind, creating a sense of unease. For the first time in her role as an investigator, Hazel felt a tinge of nervousness while engaging with a criminal. The encounter with Francisco left an unsettling imprint on her psyche, and the sh

The diamond slipped from my pocket and skidded across the polished floor. No. No, no, no A hand reached down and picked it up before I could. Slowly… I looked up. And for the first time that night I felt something close to fear. He was tall. Composed. Dangerous in a way that didn’t need to be loud. His dark eyes locked onto mine like he already knew everything. A slow smirk curved his lips. “I had a feeling you’d show up,” he said calmly. “ The notorious jewel thief.” My stomach dropped.