Novel & Cerita Seven Thriller

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"I don't care about what she says, Ares. Get her out of this house, or I will." Talitha stood behind Ares. I scoffed in annoyance. "Are you seriously thinking that he's going to protect you?" I muttered quietly, walking toward Ares. Talitha looked horrified. I opened the drawer and pulled out a knife. Her eyes widened in shock. "Sierra, put the knife down." "Get out, Talitha." She moved away from Ares. "I'll only give you three seconds to run for your life." "One." "Two."

In it, the largest carrier out of everything, my firearms, big and small, my hand combat weapons, my trusty edibles, some cigarettes, a bit of alcohol- To sum it up, my version therapy. Aka, avoiding your problems by slowly killing your insides! I groaned out in frustration as I pulled out my phone and began passing the time on it, bored out of my mind but my attention was brought up to the attractive as fuck sports car that had abruptly pulled up in front of me. I might've been drooling at the beast of a car in front of me but I quickly looked back to my phone when the tinted window rolled down.

Siddarth shouted at Shruti tugging her hair tightly with his hand. " I want to finish you right here right now but not before getting what I want. Till then I will show where you actually belongs to..." Raging at Shruti Siddarth dragged her towards a heap of metal wastes and threw her towards them. Shruti crawled back crying miserably as much as she can but there is no way to escape. She panicked and turned around to see for a way to get out but stumbled there suddenly hearing the thud sound of metal hitting the floor. Fear filled face and widely opened eyes Shruti turned around and saw a monster Siddarth approaching towards her with a long iron rod. He hit that on ground along with his slo

“But they’re too quiet. I don’t like it.” The word hung in the air. Ryker’s voice, dry and dangerous, broke the hush: “You’re not meant to.” He crossed his arms, shifting weight. “The Hollow don’t do clean strikes. This was a taste. The next one will tear.” Trixie stepped forward, placing both hands on the cold stone. The scroll from the Ridge was rolled open again across the table, held down at one corner by what looked like a claw—blackened, unnatural: a trophy, a threat. She tapped it with a fingertip. “Trisha held. Barely.” Her tone was flat. “The Hollow left one alive to run.”

"I'm not talking about that Grey. Just be a good little girl and give the paper to me." "No." I frowned. "Sweetheart, you're testing the thin line I placed between us. Give me the fucking paper!" "No." "Grey," he growled in a hushed voice, "Don't make me do what I want to do to you baby." Now, I must be screwed in the head because for some odd reason I found that insanely sexy. No. Focus retard. He's the bad guy. "Don't you dare threaten me Sinister." I knitted my eyebrows together angrily.

Connie was blind-folded and trapped under his heavy weight and her hands held firmly over her head. She was afraid of being slapped again if she should try to break free. His heavy breathing and the smell of liquor made her skin cringe. She started screaming hoping someone would hear her but it was to no avail. He started fondling her breasts with his free hand while the other one held her in that position. She felt him shift from the bed and could hear draws being opened and closed. She tried to move her legs and was horror-struck when she discovered that they were each tied to the bed post.

He laughed at that, and the vibration in his chest sent a shiver down my spine. Still holding me, he turned the black stallion around and slowly headed home. The sunset stretched our shadows long across the golden field until they overlapped and merged into one. I looked at the shadows, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into my head. "Actually… Maybe this isn't that bad." The thought terrified me, so I immediately nipped it in the bud. "Wake up, Summer Reed! This is showing symptoms of trauma bonding! He's a madman and a kidnapper!" I screamed to myself.

“This was found in on bed and I knew you couldn't possibly had left it there. . No one saw who did. ” Rosy’s stomach dropped. It matched the first one—the same blood-colored paper, the same eerie silence surrounding its arrival. She snatched it from Bianca’s fingers, ignoring the pointed glare she received in return. As she peeled it open, Sergio moved in from behind her, a shadow at her back. Inside was another riddle: I sleep beneath your gilded bed, Where secrets live and cowards bled. Dig too deep and you will find, A truth to rot your precious mind.