Suspense Novels & Stories

“If you hear something strange, do not remain silent and simulate the sound of a little bird.” I could hear Ezra laugh as I climbed the stairs, the corridor was long and ended in a dead-end wall that had a window, I found the bathroom without problems but when I thought about returning to the living room, a million doubts began to invade me. I was trusting too much in Ezra and he was a person that I didn't have long to know, before doubting Isaac I should have doubted him first. I started to get a bad feeling that I couldn't explain, what if I was wrong? An unknown number had called me in Ezra's presence and then they followed us, but I couldn't rule it out just for that.

-Skylar- Suddenly, the pain stopped and everything around me looked completely different. Not in the sense that I was in a new environment, the way I was seeing everything was different. It was like I had a new pair of eyes; everything was much sharper. My nose filled with the most beautiful scent, cinnamon, my nose followed the scent, landing on Aspen. I looked at him, only to see him looking at me with complete and utter shock. I tried to get out some words, wanting to ask what was wrong, but nothing came out apart from a howl. Why was I howling?

, The lady asked in a worried tone . " No mother she might be puzzled, losing a mother is so painful", The one who was probably a daughter to the coffee brown haired lady whispered to her mother. " No....that is not the truth.....Mr Spencer is...............", Rinna hearing them tried to explain .she wanted to tell them everything Mr Heyes had told her but inwardly she felt it that it was all false...Mr Spencer can't be a murderer , her mind was still denying it. " Do you mind giving me some space with her ", A deep voice suddenly broke in their conversation, the voice that was unique and stress free like the sound of a thousand harps playing in harmony and due to the respect and fear they h

Yet, the pain of their recent arguments lingered, making it difficult for her to fully let go of her resentment. Days passed, and as Brenda tried to piece together her shattered emotions, she received a message on her phone. The words stared back at her, stark and threatening. Fear gripped her heart, and she couldn’t shake the chilling sensation that someone was watching her every move. The stranger’s messages became more frequent, each one more ominous than the last. Brenda’s fear intensified, and she began to question everything and everyone around her. With each passing day, the puzzle of her father’s murder grew more complex, entangling her in a web of danger and suspicion.

Everything is happening so quickly. My sisters shifted and are fighting two of the three remaining wolves- Saph and Pearl fight against one, and Amy and Emmy team up against the other. Sage is holding her spear in hand, stalking Mara, who picks up her silver blade. Richard consoles a crying Leslie as her brothers come around to help her as well. Mara backs away from Sage, holding the silver blade out in front of her. Sage continues creeping toward Mara; she doesn’t notice the one remaining wolf at her back. I see the glint in Mara’s eyes and Sage doesn’t see it coming. She no longer has the acute hearing of her wolf. Her senses are dull compared to what they used to be. I’m only twenty feet

He lingered there, toying with her sensitive flesh until every skin cell went on red alert and every nerve ending tautened in sizzling anticipation. Her hands gripped his smooth brown shoulders and skimmed in near-desperation over the tautness of the muscles flexing in his back. Lara felt as if she was being consumed. There was no breathing space between one spasm of response and the next. Sensation took over and she was mindless in the grip of it.

I count them, 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 men surround the politician's van, looking in all directions, but I'm too far away for them to notice me too, that I'm well above their field of vision, I prepare the rifle for the first shot I let the air escape through my lips, slowly and press the trigger, the first man falls, nobody notices, everyone reacts when the third man falls, I see quick movements but the other two fall, too, I look inside the car for the man's head, my breathing accelerates when I see the fear in his eyes, he smiled and I wait a few seconds that seem eternal and finally I make the decision to kill my fear... I press the trigger and the bullet goes through his head leaving a trail o

The blonde beauty sipped on her morning coffee while reading Seattle Daily, Downing the rest of her liquid drug in one huge gulp, she tied up her long blonde curls into a bun at the top off her head while sighing, two missing billionaires tofind and a murder case to solve, just another day at the office. It has been exactly 24 hours since Grayson and James Hudson have been missing and a dead body has been found in their pent house. The circumstances around their suspicious suddendisappearance makes it even more of a challenge to work on finding their spoiled asses, keeping all information on the down low has been the biggest challenge thus far. The media are like hungry lions waiting to poun

As Betty reads the mysterious message again, her mind whirls with questions. Who is this “friend” who seems to know her situation? The words “Trust no one”echoed in her mind, making her curiosity rise to its peak, she sits on the bed repeating the words in her mind, her heart racing, she feels a mix of emotions; fear, uncertainty, confusion all swirled together making it hard for her to think clearly. She looks round the room hoping to see a hidden surveillance camera.

Without another word, Clarissa spun on her heel and stormed out of the living room, her footsteps a fierce drumbeat fading down the hall. Davey sat there for a moment, his eyes following the retreating figure as the suspicion carved deep lines into his face. That dark look did not fade—an unshakable unease settled in the dim morning light. "Foundation." he muttered bitterly,betes narrowing. Suzanne’s involved in a foundation or was it someone else's? Davey sighed irritably, getting up on his feet. With his hands on his heels, he paced. "Why do I feel so uneasy? What are you scheming, Suzanne?" Davey thought outwardly, his unease growing with every passing second.