Suspense Novels & Stories

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

not understanding "You know Billie..i hate being kept in suspence, lies and pretendance. Those three things..irritates me. I don't know exactly why but i just can't take it..maybe, it's 'cause i don't do such" Adrian said still looking at the ceiling and she gulped. When she did that..he looked at her "I'm talking of Nina..not you. But if you ever fall into such, you're dead in my hands" He said looking deep into her eyes and she faintly smiled..looking away gently. ❣.....❣ To be continued..

She couldn't sleep until the wee hours of the morning as her mind kept replaying the incident back to her. She groaned, gripping her spoon tightly. Last night has been confusing. She spent all night thinking about it and still couldn't make anything out. The sounds of approaching footsteps distracted her from her train of thought and she looked up to see Gerald in front of her. But he wasn't smiling. If anything, the dark circles around his eyes indicated her hadn't slept at all. Serena felt chills run down her spine. Something about Gerald didn't feel right. Her gaze dropped to his hands and she discovered he was holding some papers.

She could only hope that Sister and Susan were safe and they would get some help for her. ... Inside the washroom, Julien tried calling Devian time and again but the call wasn't connecting. Susan was almost dreaded by now. "Sister Julie, I just remember I've something really important. I'll just come back." Susan ran away saying that. She ran away !!! "Huh?!" Julien couldn't expect anything else from this selfish girl so she let her go. "If anything happens afterwards to you, Susan, that's not our problem!" She sighed in her heart. "Why isn't the call going through!" Julien had tried calling him so many times but the call wasn't connecting which was making Julien more worried.

Saying that I got in the car and drove away feeling confused hearing the Mom’s words. *Third Point Of View* For the remaining of the day and the next day everything happened as the four planned with which they felt the confidence the six months would be nothing. But then it happened, the most dangerous thing as the day was Monday which turned out to be stressful for each and one of them. After all it is Monday and no one can escape from it.

Later that day, police officers, the pack detectives, guards, well-wishers, and many more gathered in the house. The detectives couldn't find anything, not even a clue, apart from the silver blade and Alpha William's giant rake that was used to wedge him. He was reported to have hung there for more than forty-five minutes. There were no fingerprints, no sign of struggling. If it wasn't obvious he was murdered, it could have passed for a suicide.

yours: The ripper After reading, Valeria froze a cry of terror. She was livid and on the verge of nervous shock. She read the mail over and over again, in a vain attempt to avoid confusing reality with nightmare. What kind of murderous maniac did Valeria have to deal with? A ripper? There was no doubt! The first images of the movie "snuff" were eloquent: brutal, gloomy, chilling. Why more denominators? A less sensationalist newspaper than “La Noticia” would have thought that that tabloid film turned out to be an attack against good taste. A closed shot of the film showed the image of the fingers with the victim's fingerprints to verify that it was the same doctor – This was later demonstrat

Still frustratingly unclear. But not invisible. Selena zoomed in again. Closer this time. Slower. Her eyes narrowed slightly. There. That stance. The way the woman held her shoulders—straight but relaxed. The slight tilt of her head. The way one hand rested near her waist. Familiar. Too familiar. Selena’s breath slowed. “No…” she murmured under her breath. Her heart began to beat harder. Not from fear— but from something sharper. Suspicion. Because she had seen that posture before.

Each name sank deeper, sending waves of doubt and terror—waves that never ended. Susan and the blank sheet of paper— Night began to weigh heavily on the city, sweeping away a long, unsettling silence. The streets below her apartment seemed deserted, save for a few cars passing intermittently, as if fleeing some unknown fate. The building where journalist Suzanne lived wasn't much different from other modern buildings in Cairo, but this night held something unusual. Her heart pounded with questions, her head heavy with the tangle of crimes, faces, and names.

“for Carlo?" As I looked into Susan's eyes, searching for any sign of remorse or hesitation, I was met with an unexpected reaction. Instead of fear or trepidation, there was a glint of pride, a spark of excitement that danced within her gaze. A subtle smile played at the corners of her lips, as if she reveled in the mention of his name, finding joy in the very thing that sent chills down my spine. It was a paradoxical moment, where my fear collided with Susan's fascination. How could she find delight in something that caused me such anguish? How could she possess a twisted admiration for the man who struck fear into the hearts of many?