Short Psychological Thriller Books Novels & Stories

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

"I'm large and I can't change my body size for your pleasure. Also, I'm already sticked to the wall. If you don't want to sleep beside me, feel free to lay on that cold floor. And I almost forgot, I snoar so loud. Right, Amira?" "Yeah, right!" "See?" ### It was already 10 o'clock and I can't still be able to sleep. I tried closing and relaxing to sleep but its not use. Thoughts keep coming to my mind. As Long as I know, there's no horror scene I've read in the book. But why does it seems like the genre turns into a horror and thriller. I tightly closed my eyes and held my breath when I heard a loud bang downstairs. "Did you hear it?" Krisha asked. Also, same as me, Krisha can't be able to f

The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything. I suddenly stopped reading the names of the books when my right knee hit the wooden shelf. I bent down and rubbed it, trying to soothe the pain. It's like a thunderbolt fell on my knee. It's a little ache but I react to it a lot for a moment. It's terrible, like a thunderbolt! Once again, I glance up at the shelf. It's filled with books which are related to psychology, human development and universe theories etc. I huff.

Would this truth be closure enough, or would it open another page? The baby…. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 2. ALL THE LOOSE ENDS WOULD BE TIED UP IN BOOK 2. MEANWHILE…… Other books by Karlyn Wehlma My Neighbors Desire. Genre : Erotica She was close to her release when she heard his sexy masculine voice. It never registered in her head that he was actually here, watching her the whole time. "I thought you'd never ask." She replied drunkenly. She felt these strong rough palms caress her hips, moving to her butt. He squeezed her butt cheeks really hard.

Chapter 2 Riley POV “Oh god this is actually happening,” I whispered to myself as I hurried across the dark campus path toward the old engineering building, my sneakers scraping against loose gravel. My hands kept clenching and unclenching at my sides, palms sweaty even though the night air felt cool on my skin. Every shadow looked like it might jump out at me. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat and between my legs too, a stupid nervous throb that made me press my thighs together while I walked.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

" She dashed out the door leaving me standing in a silent apartment. When I went back in my room, the bed was made and I couldn't tell if the sheets had been changed or not I ran to the laundry hamper to see if there was an extra set of sheets there, but it was empty. I stood thinking for a minute and went to check my stash of erotic reading material and three books were missing. "Family Love", "Perverted Stories" and "Erotic Letters." I'm ashamed to admit that I went through some of Gretta's room and they weren't there, at least where I could find them. Her bed was also made. Here's my question. Did this really happen? Did I just have the world's most erotic dream or am I going crazy? You t

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

I packed my things as fast as I could and left his office, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and fear. I practically ran to the elevator, my mind spinning. What had I almost done? He was my boss. He was engaged. This was dangerous. The ride down felt endless. When I finally reached the lobby, I didn’t look back. I just wanted to go home. I went straight home after leaving the office. The drive felt like forever. My mind was a mess — replaying everything that almost happened with Elias. His hands on me. His voice in my ear. The way he looked at me.

With her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, Jessica didn't notice the arrival of her boss until it was too late. “Good morning, Jessica.” At the sound of Mr. Ryan's deep, faintly amused tone, Jessica jumped in her chair and promptly spilled coffee over the third sex scene of the book. Shit. “Uh, good morning, Sir.” She fumbled under her desk for some tissues while her face heated to the color of a tomato. “Is there something you would like me to do?”