Great Suspense Books Novels & Stories

I'm not hungry either so I don't go to the cafeteria on a trip. I go to the table often. I put down the book and put the chocolate on the side. My bag is full so I can't get in it. I sighed and opened my book. Just that, I was distracted by a bit of noise. I looked up and saw a group of college students. I quickly spotted Rustov on the group. Kiara was on her side, smiling while talking to him. My forehead creased. Why are they here? The high school library is different from the college. Maybe it's noisy there so they're here to talk properly.

I sucked in air with nervous anticipation as he said in a deep and authoritative voice, “Servus, take us to November third in the year eighteen-hundred and thirty-nine.” My first thought was to question him as to why he was putting such a short time between our arrival and his thirtieth birthday, but I knew that he had his reasons. Besides, almost as soon as he spoke, the world spun around us until it disappeared. Did we move forward through the mirror? I couldn’t tell. I could feel us lifting into the air and clung tighter to him. His hold on me didn’t loosen or tighten as we floated in a silent void for what seemed like hours, but I’m certain was only seconds. Then, the floor formed be

“In a modest community in New England, teenagers are kidnapped around night and… covered alive.” I interrupt and take a dry drink, rather stunned by the unreasonable comparability with our current reality. Days after the fact that they emerged changed, planting disorder and spreading fear, told by a long-standing petition from the parascientists known as the Fear Specialists. Where do you say you tracked down this book? - I ask Grecia after making a sound as if to speak. —In Sassa 's room.— He had a note from his father, he got it for her, she clarifies. The moment one of you was not lonely directed my messages or calls, I chose to read it alone. Justoedith appeared shortly after I completed

She said slowly slipping her eyes around many of the males in the room. I wordlessly nodded my head towards the black outfitted man. “Ooo, he looks dangerous! I wonder how good he is..” Vivian nudged my side trailing off suggestively. “Oh, cut it out!” I hissed my cheeks tinting, “He just looks suspicious that’s all.” I said matter of factly starting to feel flustered. “Eh, I don't know he seems to be looking at you.” Vivian drawled. “What! Who? Where!” I yelped. Darting my head around for the shadowy dude.

After we got to the hotel and got to our rooms, we both freshened up and then met in the lobby. As we make our way two blocks to the restaurant, Leon perks up. He starts grunting and pacing back and forth in my head. He’s agitated. ‘Leon, are you sensing danger?’ ‘In a human town, not likely. Something does feel off though, Aiden.’ ‘Okay, let me know if I need to act fast.’ Reid seems oblivious to everything. “Hey is Chase sensing anything?” “Nope. He’s quiet, why?” “Leon is pacing back and forth. He says something feels off.”

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

My heart was pounding in my chest as I moved stealthily, my senses on high alert for any sign of anyone that might know me. Suddenly, I froze in my tracks as I saw my sisters walking towards the house. I waited anxiously until they had entered, making sure no one else was around before jumping down to the ground below. My mind raced as I thought of all the possible outcomes of my impulsive decision, but I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. I had to get that book, no matter what it took. The adrenaline was coursing through my veins, propelling me forward as I began the dangerous trek towards the Grimaldi's mansion, my mind racing with the possibility of being caught

Hailee's worries grew with each passing moment, leaving her with a profound sense of unease that gnawed at her very core. As she sat there, surrounded by the remnants of a peaceful night's sleep, Hailee couldn't help but fear what the future held. The book was not just an object to her; it held the key to unlocking her own mysteries and providing a glimpse into the unknown. Its absence left her feeling vulnerable and uncertain, as though her own secrets were at risk of being exposed.

“They’re alive…” The library roared with the sound of tearing paper as books leaped off their shelves; their pages opened wide like mouths, letters spilling out while blood sprayed in arcs around them. One book clamped onto Camela’s wrist. She screamed and trembled, but the cover gripped her like sharp teeth. Vincent yanked it off her with a surge of fire coursing through it. “Stay behind me!” he ordered. But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name.

Observing it he quirked a questioning brow at the title. Murderous case files, a thriller mystery book he had read years ago. Mainly consisting of gore and graphic details of killing he had dropped it, never even getting past the first chapter. If he recalled the very first sentence described a horrific scene of a man who had cut his wife's throat. Many would have stopped reading at the very first scene yet for some reason this woman was so intrigued with the book that she had nearly forgotten she was conversing with me. How interesting. The more I learn about her the more she seems to shock me.