Good Thriller Novels & Stories

At least she understood the importance of the situation and seemed that she accepted the fact that her father is a ruthless criminal. I told mother the news at dinner. Although she was thrilled with the bounty, she remained skeptical. She was sure that although the reward amount was high, there would be many who would still be willing to help Bartholomew avoid prison and whatever punishment was meted out to him. I couldn't agree more with this as I felt the same way about it! I would be naive to think that we would catch Bartholomew so easily. I was in my office reading some reports from the other pack's border patrols. Apparently yesterday there was a lot of traffic on the northern border o

Nothing else matters when you're in this kind of situation. “What are you going to do? You think your threats intimidate me?” I say, trying to keep my composure if somehow possible. “Oh no. You see, I'm not planning to intimidate you, Keila Taylor,” she whispers, breath cold. “I intended to do something worse than that.” This sends a cold and overwhelming panic straight up to the back of my neck, and the hairs on my body rise suddenly as if a cold wind just went straight to me. I try to speak, but it's as if I lost the ability to do so. And before I can ever answer, an audible roar of a familiar car comes to my senses. The three of us freeze on our feet as our eyes catch a Bugatti Chiron pul

To cover the company’s financial hole, Nathan resorted to taking out high-interest loans but ended up being hunted by debt collectors and sold to a remote mountainous region in South Ramsey. Amelia immediately abandoned Nathan after the scandal and became the mistress of another tycoon, only to be discovered by the latter’s wife, who brutally beat her, leaving her disabled. Alex, on the other hand, tried to earn money while dodging creditors, eventually working as an escort at a club. Last month, he was hospitalized by a wealthy client and is now bedridden. Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city lights, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Merrick continued, drawing their bodies closer. Mr. Hawthorne waited, his mind racing to figure out what Mr. Merrick would do next. Suddenly, a movement at his chest startled him. Reflexively, he looked down and found the tip of a gun pointed directly at his chest. “Then you must die, Kinsley Hawthorne.” The sound of the gunshot erupted. The bullet flew in a brief and inevitable moment, piercing directly through the center of Mr. Hawthorne’s chest. Sharp pain followed, spreading throughout his body. His eyes widened, and he slowly stepped back before being supported by Thomas.