Novel Thriller Novels & Stories

Pages that smelled of grafIte, of stolen hours under candlelIght. They couldn’t stay. Not here. Not now. Matteo’s orders meant danger. Maxwell near meant rIsk. If eIther found these, It’d be over. My gaze darted around. Where? Where could I put them? Not downstairs—too vIsIble. Not guest rooms—he’d search there. Not the maIds’ quarters—everyone policed each other. BurnIng wasn’t an optIon. They were breath, they were memory, they were me.

Kira asked, snuggling closer and wrapping her arm around his waist. "Well…" Bryan started, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her deeper into the snuggle. "It is a suspenseful thriller with romance, action and so on. It's about a man who killed someone in self-defense and a female government agent. In a way, their fates collide. I haven't gone far, but it is an interesting read." "Sounds very intriguing. Maybe if you are done, then I will read it too." Kira suggested, her eyes closing as she got more comfortable and sleepy.

While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country. The book seemed like a very interesting read, maybe after Blake was done with the book, I could read after him. In the meantime, I bring out my phone and I open the app I have for books. I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing.

Hence Genovese would be very shocked when he set him on fire and watched with a manic smile as he burned to death. First things first, he needed to tame his vixen that had been running too wild, or else she'd sink her claws into his back when he least expected it. Burn had never been cautious of making decisions before, but Gabrielle had him feeling wary, then there was also the cop, he wondered if it would be wise to keep him alive or to do what Genovese had suggested, get the cop who was the object of Gabrielle's fascination and then control her like a puppet by threatening his very existence. Burn rubbed at his beard, thinking hard as his men stood around him holding their weapons and gri

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

“No. You made a choice. And now I’m making mine.” I turned before he could say more, my steps loud in the hallway. I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head, but I didn’t turn around. Not this time. Not ever again. **** By the time I reached the library, my adrenaline was fading, replaced with the cold burn of anxiety. My hands still shook as I slid into the corner booth tucked between two tall bookshelves. The windows beside me framed the gray sky, heavy with clouds. The world outside looked quiet. But inside? I was buzzing.

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

I reached for it carefully so I would not wake Dennis who was sleeping beside me in a cuddle and snoring. My hands opened the phone and just navigated to the message app. And my chest felt tight in a different way when my eyes fell on the message. I just stared at the message until the screen went dark again. Dennis was sleeping so peacefully beside me, and remained completely unaware. The three words that had been sent stared back at me when I looked at the screen once again: “TARGET CONFIRMED. PROCEED?” I set the phone down and looked at him one more time. The weight of everything that was happening simply pressed down on me.

ASTRID TALITHA'S POINT OF VIEW I headed to a bookstore near our campus to look for the new edition of the book about celestial works, since my class will start later today, about 10:00 AM, I still have much time to roam around here. I almost spent all of my savings buying a lot of books I may find, especially after seeing new books launched by some of my favorite authors. Whenever I have a fight with Kolten and Orion, they knew where to bring me. They used to spoil me with a lot of books and let me use them as my advantage to save my allowance. That's how they bribe me! But in a serious speaking, if Lia and Zette were being satisfied buying and collecting cosmetic products of their favorite

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