Short Psychological Thriller Books Novels & Stories

It was past midnight and I could not sleep, thoughts of sherry looking so fucking hot tonight while setting up dinner made my cock rock hard, painfully ready to pound into her wetness, she had come to me for employment, and has been working for me for over three months, she is a college student, study at night while working for me during the day. I was very much attracted to her, I just couldn't explain it, " she must be studying now" I thought, my cock just thickened at the thought of her, I have been watching sherry for the past two months, and last week I had kissed her, her body responded to me, her big nipples tightening as they brushed against my chest, it was one night when I had dran

Just like she read her horoscope every day and then later interpreted everything so that her day exactly matched it. All humbug. Shaking my head, I left the room, picked up a few more towels from the closet in the hallway and then disappeared into the bathroom with everything to just let this stressful day disappear with the water in the drain. Unfortunately that was easier said than done, because when I started to relax in complete calm under the hot water jet, the pictures of the day came back to me one more time. As soon as I closed my eyes for even a moment, I saw the gun of this handsome boy in front of my nose again and wondered if he had really shot. Was that the criminal Reese and hi

“Public obedience. You will stay quiet while I teach you how Victorian women really submitted. No screaming. No matter how hard I fuck you.” Lila’s hips rocked against his hand. “We can’t… not here. What if the guard comes? Professor, I’m serious this could ruin my entire future.” He pulled his fingers out and spun her around, bending her forward so her hands braced on a low shelf. Her short skirt flipped up, ass and pussy completely exposed between the books. “Read the title aloud,” he ordered, pointing to a dusty book right in front of her face. “‘The Secret Desires of a Young Ward’,” she whispered, voice trembling.

Chapter 1 Sophia’s POV. I sat hunched over my textbooks in the dim glow of the empty college library wing, the pages blurring together after hours of cramming advanced lit theory into my skull while the whole building around me felt dead quiet and hollow. My thighs kept pressing together under the desk because my mind would not stay on the damn words no matter how hard I tried. Instead it kept sliding straight into that filthy secret place I hid from everyone, the one where I was not the quiet bookish girl who buried herself in notes all day.

His silence was louder than any words could ever be. His presence filled the room, suffocating in its intensity, yet I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, not without his permission. And that terrified me, but I was too far gone to care. His steps were slow, deliberate, like a hunter approaching its helpless target. My heart pounded in my chest, my palms clammy as I clutched the edge of the table. Every part of me screamed to run, to escape the suffocating grip he had on my mind, on my soul, but my feet remained rooted to the ground.

If the pack’s bargains were steeped in such dark dealings, then Lena’s every move was a dance on the edge of a blade. Sleep became a battleground where fragmented shadows clawed at her resolve. Faces morphed into specters of betrayal; the whisper of voices carried warnings and threats in the night air. Yet, through the haze of fear, a steady resolve burned within her. Every secret uncovered, every hidden motive revealed, only sharpened her need to survive - and to unravel the twisted web that held the Rathbone estate captive. Lena knew she was no longer just a visitor in this world. She was a piece in a dangerous game, one that demanded cunning, strength, and an unyielding will to break free

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.

When the door closed, we looked at each other, breathing hard, and burst out laughing—quiet, relieved. But that was a wake-up call. We were more careful after that, but the risk made everything hotter, like the fear increased the desire, the want. The next close call was bigger, in the library, a couple weeks later, when I was researching for my thesis and he "happened" to be browsing the same section. The stacks were empty, and dim, with rows of books that smelled like dust and old paper. He found me in the back corner, pressed me against the shelves, kissed me hard, his hand sliding up my thigh under my dress, fingers pushed my panties to the side and slid inside me without preamble.

"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.

She said jokingly as she threw him the key. He unlocked the restraint and stayed still, unable to move because he knew it would be pointless to try and attack her, much less try to run away. He looked at her, eyes stared widely at the half filled glass with no ice. His eyes moved past her tired eyes and studied the room. The shelf that was at his right was filled with books that were arranged according to the genre and most of them were fictional, thriller and horror novels whose seal hadn't been opened and only seemed to collect dust. The others were based on psychology, anatomy and various poisons. He felt more anxious than before.