Novel Thriller Novels & Stories

I sat at my desk, the air in the room suddenly feeling thin, and tore the seal. My heart stopped. I didn't expect what I saw. I expected business threats, not... her. It was a series of photos of Novel. In the first, her hands were drenched in crimson blood. In the second, she was mid-stride, her face a mask of rage as she strangled a man. The third was a knife to my heart, it showed her sniffing a line of white powder. The fourth showed her locked in a deep, passionate kiss with a stranger.

"Wrong apartment." He looked at Lin. Looked at me. Smiled. "Unless," he said, "this is the right one. Unless you're the ones looking for this." He held up a book. Red leather. Tattered. The notebook. Lin moved first. Fast. Not blind at all. She grabbed the kettle. Threw it. Scalding water hit his face. He screamed. Dropped the book. I caught it. Ran. Down the hall. Bathroom. Locked the door.

and shoved the gun inside my mouth. Fuck, it was scary as hell. I am sure it had bullets in and I could die but the thrill made me crazy. I trusted him completely I gagged my head and lubricated it inside my mouth, whereas he pushed his two fingers in my slit. It was rough, exciting and pleasurable. My eyes teared up as he continued to push his fingers in and out, increasing the pace while I swallowed the gun. His bare chest was heaving up and down, he was in a tough situation himself.

I still thought of Lyndon’s words about the prior murder case in Argao because I was there. I AM CURRENTLY reading CareLikeGoldFish’s work. The book is a mystery-thriller and even without romance, I couldn’t stop reading it whole because the scenes are so familiar, it’s like I’ve seen them before. Just like the scene where the main character shot his friend. It’s the same as what I saw there in Boljoon two months ago.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

And writing mainly thriller books, I know there's a loose end somewhere in the plot, the twist of the story. Damn him. "I'm just saying, most of your fans are women, so unless he's gay for you I'm thinking he's the errand boy." The man shrugged as he made a freaking point, clear as day and I groaned and drink more trying to slow down the beat of my heart while the slow burn of the liquid warmed my insides. "So, call your guys and tell them to search his place," "Already did," he smugly said, showing me the text he sent just now to my bodyguard, Jill.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

CHAPTER ONE: MEETING MR DASHIELL My eyes flickered open like the blurry Christmas lights at the far end of a NewYork street. I tried to move but my head felt like it had been nailed to the hard, black tiles, and I could only manage to lift a finger or two. My mouth quivered as I felt liquid surrounding my cold body, I began to wonder whether I had taken a piss on the floor while unconcious. Using the strength I had left, I raised my fingers up to meet my eyes. My vision was blurry but I could still decipher that the liquid on the floor wasn't piss but in fact blood.

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!