Novel Thriller Novels & Stories

SHANNON. It was already past midnight when I felt the usual airless, skin-pickling shift in atmosphere that made every hair on my body rise as though the air itself had teeth. I tried to ignore it. God knows I tried. But some instincts never lie, and mine was screaming. That sensation always felt like I was being hunted in the dark. I flicked on the lights, one by one… Bedroom. Bathroom. Hallway. Anything to chase away the fear that was eating me away. This was my usual routine whenever it started, even when I knew I'd still see nothing. And just as I predicted... Nothing.

She glared at me. "Sierra Nevada has been nothing but bad luck for Ares." "First the plane crash, and now this hit-and-run accident? Doesn't anything feel fishy to you?" "Eliana." She looked up, meeting my gaze. A smirk curved her lips. "She wants to murder your grandson and keep all his money to herself."

"Dominic or Marco—someone sold their father for a seat on the throne. This is the rot at the foundation, Soph. If the family finds out the 'business expansion' was built on the old man's blood, the Morettis will be hunting each other by breakfast." "You’re holding a suicide note, Lina. Burn it. Now." "I've also got a brass key. Leonard Howard's personal override. It’s the skeleton key to their offshore laundry." Lina paced the warped floorboards, her boots thudding. "But half a manifest won't get past a judge. I need the rest of it." "And where would Thorne hide the other half? The man was a paranoid freak." "Think. Where did he spend thirty years? Before he became a ghost?"

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He steers the car of the main road, into a small business park. Fear bites its way through me as I take in the different closed businesses, abandoned car parks, stray dogs and homeless people. I stare at him, wide-eyed. He is going to kill me, a life for a life and this right here, this is where he is going to kill me! It's freaking perfect for it. Nobody will ever know, the perfect crime. My body begins to shake all over. I start hyperventilating and cold sweat breaks out all over my body. He sees me in my frightened state, and he blows out a breath, a soft expression on his face.

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

But surely a man as rich as him would have a book or two? And he did. A whole room full. And in a room that was free of his scent. I ran my finger along the spines of the books, scanning for something to read. Sure enough, they were all in Spanish but there was also a Spanish-English dictionary and that combined with my pre-existing Latin and Italian knowledge, I was able to sit down and slowly decipher a Latino thriller. Although continually having to pause and refer to the dictionary which somewhat destroyed the suspense, I found myself getting completely engrossed in the book. I also considered how much I hoped Andrea hadn't read it. The main character was a serial killer with some fairly

I turn my gaze towards Max, scrutinizing him carefully as his eyes lock onto mine, awaiting my response. In that moment, I find myself pondering a question I never thought I'd be asking since this whole challenge began: What are the chances of a classic novel cliché coming true? The kind where the bad boy ends up caring for the girl on a much deeper level than I ever imagined Max caring for me.

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He ran the blade down my cheek with slow, measured movements, the cold metal grazing my skin just lightly enough to make me shiver. A jagged, sharp thrill of fear and exhilaration coursed through me, mixing with the heat in my chest. His touch was like fire and ice at once—an electric burn that made me both want to run and pull him closer, all at the same time. The knife moved lower, dragging a soft line down my neck, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me. The feeling of it was raw, dangerous, like being on the edge of something wild and uncontrollable.