Good Thriller Suspense Books Novels & Stories

I say as he slides into the seat. He lifts my mug, reading the little chalkboard logo. “I’m full of surprises.” “Dangerous ones? “Depends. Is caffeine and questionable literature your definition of danger?” He smirks, loosening his coat. “What’s the book?” I glance down, then grimace. “Some wildly over-hyped thriller about a detective with a drinking problem. Groundbreaking, right?” Marcus leans over, plucking the book from my hands before I can protest. His shoulder brushes mine in the process, and my pulse spikes like it has no sense of boundaries. He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow.

“Hurry up.” I stared down at them, transfixed, watching as the blood seeped out of their lifeless bodies. It was the longest I’d gotten to look at Six’s meticulous and deadly handiwork. It was the first time in weeks I was reminded how ruthless and savage he was. “Come on.” My hands shook as I blindly reached for my purse, his book bag, and suitcase. The ground seemed uneven beneath my feet as I dragged the suitcase behind me. At the threshold I glanced down at the bodies surrounding the entrance.

Selena, seeking solitude, is unexpectedly confronted by Duke Earl, whose intense gaze has long intrigued her. Their encounter escalates into a passionate, forbidden affair, leaving Selena breathless and awakened to a new world of desire. ************************ I was lost in the pages of my book, the warm summer breeze rustling the leaves above me, when I felt a sudden shadow fall across my lap. Startled, I looked up, my heart skipping a beat as I found myself face to face with Duke Earl. His tall, imposing figure lo was the last thing I expected to see, so far from the estate's confines.

When his fingers brushed against the icy metal handle of the door before him, a jolt of electricity surged through him, as if the darkness behind it was a living thing, creeping closer and wrapping around him in a suffocating grip. From the depths of that unsettling gloom, a haunting wail drifted, sending prickles up the back of his neck like the touch of icy fingers. It struck a haunting chord in him, a chilling reminder that something was gravely amiss. Panic surged as his heart raced, hammering wildly against his chest. *Daeseung must be in trouble; I have to find him,* he urged himself, urgency igniting his senses. Flicking on the small flashlight embedded in his watch, he sliced through

“That’s what they are pushing. I went in, she was alive. I left, and she’s found dead..” “That’s not enough. It is for a trained personnel but generally five minutes isn’t time for a clean kill, let alone through strangulation. They need more than just suspicion, and that’s where we make their job harder.” Adrian leaned forward. “How?” “We shift the timeline. For you to have done it, chances are that you must have come back. You need to be seen somewhere else right after you left the room. Somewhere close enough that it makes it impossible for you to have done anything beyond a brief argument in the room buy also somewhere that there is no way you could have come back to finish her off.”

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

The sick bastard had left him alive even as he’d buried him, left him to die slowly so he would have time to think about how badly he’d failed. The faces of Blackwell’s other known victims played through his mind like a film on an endless loop, each one of the eighteen crying out for revenge. North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, New Jersey, New York, Long Island, Connecticut. He’d made it his career to follow Blackwell up and down the East Coast, transferring from department to department over the years.

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

Brielle's POV Didn’t they say old tools were usually rusted? Then why did this man fuck so good? I thought as Mr. Brooke drove roughly into my pussy, his cock pounding into me with brutal precision. His movements were relentless, hard enough to leave me breathless. Every thrust sent pleasure crashing through my body while his hands roamed over me possessively, gripping whatever part of me he could reach. I could barely hold myself together, my fingers twisting into the sheets as helpless sounds spilled from my lips.