Suspense Novels & Stories

Lets meet Swift ********* I need to present myself. But how? I have no idea and I have to solve it as soon as possible. Callum POV *********** These days I am confused. I feel something throbbing in the back of my mind. But I can't sort it out. I feel like something is stirring inside me. "Stephen". I called him who was sitting in his home office working on some files. "What is it, Callum"? He looked at me and put the pen aside. I must be looking upset.

But the vehicle had gone broken. He picked his mobile to call his family for help but both their phones were out of charge. How could everything happen all of a sudden? Two minutes ago they were speaking delightedly to their family? Unexpectedly as if somebody had done a sorcery upon him Benjamin drove inside the mansion which was now suddenly dazzling with lights. The desperate growls of the monster heard earlier were heard more clearer tuning to enthusiastic expression. "Come on just a few steps more. Come release me of this crematory." His voice pulsates in excitement.

I tried to caution myself and quickly shook my head the moment I noticed that the endless shooting and struggle around had already subsided. I blink rapidly, wondering if it is going to be a great idea to step out and see if everything is okay, but then I remember that I have to stay with him and wait for him to get back. Uurrgh. This is the worst thing I hate about suspense. It just keeps me bound without any way to escape from a situation that feels as if my heart is being tugged in different directions. I hear whispers and discussions between two individuals, and it makes me try my best to keep silent as I strain my ears to hear whatever is being said.

(Daniel’s POV) There’s a difference between suspicion… and certainty. Suspicion keeps you restless. It makes you question shadows, doubt silence, and second-guess even the things right in front of you. But certainty? Certainty is heavier. It doesn’t ask questions—it answers them. And tonight… I had answers. I sat still, unmoving, everything spread out in front of me like a map of something dark and carefully hidden. Files, audio recordings, transaction trails, timelines. Individually, they were troubling. Together? They were undeniable.

She felt the tension coil within her, a thread of suspicion that tightened with every passing minute. The afternoon sun poured through the tall windows, illuminating the room in a soft, golden haze. Isabella’s gaze wandered across the familiar space, noting the way the light caught on the edges of furniture, the faint shimmer of dust motes dancing in the beams. Her mind, however, remained fixed on the signals she could not ignore. The cousin’s whispered phrases, the quick glance at a hidden note, the furtive gestures that seemed meaningless to anyone else—all were etched into her consciousness. She sensed a growing unease, a weight pressing down on her, yet she maintained her composure. Pati

“Don’t be shocked, okay? I also reviewed the footage and found out that there was no driver. Jerome traced the plate number but it was odd that it wasn’t even registered.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up after what I heard from him and that made me flinched at the moment. That was the same dark and mysterious night where all I could see was complete darkness in the balcony. I felt a flash of terror on my chest but I didn’t make it transparent to him. Would that be Juno’s doing? She might have wanted to kill me out of jealousy. “Can you promise me one thing, Aris?” I stopped from walking that made him do the same thing.

His lips kept shivering and he kept shaking his head profusely. I regained my senses as Carmen suddenly came into my mind and distracted my thoughts of killing. "I'm sorry, I haven't killed anyone for such a long time, I am unable to resist my urge." I looked away and sneered to myself. "Have a good day Mr Kim." I said before leaving his office. How is it possible? My desire to have his head off disappeared immediately after Santini popped up in my mind.. How? Everytime that feeling of bloodlust comes, nothing can stop me...

Parking in my apartment blocks underground lot I make my way to the elevators. I know I’m not crazy, but I feel like I’m being watched again. Ever since I first took Atlas home, I’ve had this uncomfortable feeling of being watched. My mind goes to what Jon said at the pub tonight and I get into the elevator pressing the floor beneath my flat and walking up to my floor. Stopping before the doors to the stairs close, I hear the other elevator doors ding open and a man steps out looking around frantically. So, Jon was right. Just who are you Atlas Winters? Closing the door with a soft click I make my way to my apartment, double locking it and putting on the chain. As much as I want a repeat of

Billie said and he chuckled After sometime..the sun went down and the had to rest They put their tents and lighted their lamps Billie came towards Nina who was standing some meters away from her group and stood by her side in silence for sometime then said "Why do i feel like..you personaly know Mr Bruno. From the look y'all gave eachother..it looks really suspiciouse" Billie said almost like a wisper and Nina Clenched her jaws "What's that suppose to mean..?" Nina asked

I have been suspicious in their thoughts from the beginning. I just have to drag the suspense a little more until true breaking of trust occurs between us.