Medical Thriller Novels & Stories

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What did you just say?" "I'm speaking the truth!" Her grip tightened around my wrist. "If you call emergency services and he dies in the hospital, we'll have to pay a massive medical bill! And once this gets out, my driving license will definitely be revoked. I'll never be able to drive again!" I stared at her like I was seeing her for the first time. "That's someone's life we're talking about! You hit him!" "I know! But didn't I tell you? I didn't mean to do it!"

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

Together, we were unstoppable. But there was something in her eyes, a flicker of something I couldn’t place. Doubt? Fear? It didn’t matter. She would do what needed to be done, just like she always did. 43 SABRINA The first shot shattered the window, glass raining down around us like deadly confetti. Viktor grabbed my arm, pulling me down as more bullets tore through the air. His men were already moving, their guns blazing as they returned fire. The room erupted into chaos, the deafening roar of gunfire drowning out everything else.

“Is there a pattern between them?” “It's fucking brutal,” Rafael admitted exhaustedly, tapping down against the whiteboard to indicate his case notes. “It seems that a serial killer is on the loose. He kidnaps the girls, rapes them and then tortures them to death.” I jolted backwards, mortified at this revelation. “What a bastard,” Zayn gritted through clenched teeth, balling his hands into fists, his veins pulsating their way to the surface of his skin alarmingly as his blood began to boil.

But as I'm about to exit, not even bothering to get my drink anymore, Ryan utters a sentence I never thought anyone would say about Max Blackwell: "Did he tell you about his involvement in human trafficking?" I freeze instantly, my unruly hair smacking me in the face from the abrupt halt. "Guess that would be a 'no,'" Ryan's icy voice chills my veins, and even though I'm not facing him, I can imagine the smirk on his face. He wanted my attention all along, and he's certainly achieved it with that rhetorical question. But I know better... don't I? It's Max, for heaven's sake. There's no way... "Not so loyal after all, huh?" He continues his wicked game as I feel his gaze intensify on my back

He is in my room and the next move of mine shocked him to the core. ............................. Will Aarav realize Ahana loves him and all this is the plan to seduce him? Hope you liked the chapter. Do let me know in the comments. Take care.

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.