Suspense の小説・ストーリー

I hear the sound of a struggle from the next room and the sound of a chain rattling. They killed him. I thought. They killed Faith. Now they were going to kill me. Faith wasn’t screaming anymore. The man next door wasn’t talking. I was next. I’m dead. I’m going to die. I heaved and my chest rose and fell. I heard the door open and I froze. I didn’t know if I wanted to see the person who was going to kill me. “Hello, Harper,” “Who’s there? Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, closing my eyes tighter, “Are you going to kill me? What have you done to Faith… and - and the man in the next room.”

He teases me, pulling away before he can reach my spot. His fingers continued their journey, the physical contact of him burns, sending fireworks up and down my abdomen. His hands snake around my back, unhooking my bra straps are slowly pulled down, leaving my shoulder bare. He plants a kiss up and down to my collarbones, his lips sending electrical waves through my body. I closed my eyes, letting my body be my main sense, feeling him move up and down my chest.

But the lines between trust and suspicion had become blurred, and paranoia threatened to seep into the very fabric of our existence. A knock on the bedroom door shattered the silence, jolting me from my ruminations. Startled, I turned towards the source of the sound, my senses on high alert. The door swung open slowly, revealing Dr. Julian's concerned face, illuminated by the soft glow of the candle he carried. "Apologies for the intrusion," he said, his voice laced with urgency. "But I sensed a disturbance, a presence that should not be here." Relief washed over me as I realized that I was not alone in my suspicions. Dr. Julian's keen intuition had detected the unsettling energy that hung i

The road stretched ahead like an uncertain path, and I found myself navigating through a maze of emotions. Suspicion intertwined with curiosity, creating a complex tapestry of feelings. Freda’s car continued on its course, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the vehicle behind it. The pieces of the puzzle were shifting, rearranging themselves right before my eyes. I continued to follow the two cars. “What’s really going on here? Is there a connection between Freda and the mysterious follower? Who could be trailing her?” The questions swirled in my thoughts, like a storm of uncertainty demanding answers.

He may have a very trusting face, but I do not know this man. When he turns around he sees my apprehension then looks down to my hands. He must see a bulge because his whole demeanor changes. I may not know Max Stone, but I can tell he has some kind of darkness buried within him because he is about to unleashed it. Max walks over to me quickly and grabs my throat with his hand. I drop my purse and grip his arm as hard as I can. He is choking me, and I feel myself getting light headed. My right ear is ringing, and I see little black spots around the edges of my vision.

It had been one excoriating week since the blood curdling incident. I exhaled as I tried to let go of the tension that was forming in my body. It was a mess. I was tangled in strings of mess. Christmas was just couple of days ago, but it didn't feel like one anymore. Me and mama celebrated it in the restaurant, under the huge tree that sat just at the corner. It wasn't fun anymore, it was more gloomy and the constant fear of getting to me chased me constantly. And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder.

The silence was unbearable, and it gnawed at her constantly, leaving her restless and anxious. She wandered through the mansion, her mind swirling with thoughts of what might have gone wrong. Was Francisco suspicious of her? Had he discovered something that she didn’t know about? The possibilities were endless, and each one was more terrifying than the last. Hazel rubbed her forehead, trying to ease the tension building there, but it was no use. The worry was like a heavyweight pressing down on her, and she couldn’t shake it off.

Daniel I rise abruptly, my hands trembling as I try to regain control. The atmosphere in Aurélie’s apartment is heavy, almost unreal. She has placed her words like stones in a calm stream, disrupting everything I thought I knew. Doubt grows within me, instilling an uncertainty I haven’t felt in a long time. But deep down, I know that it’s not just the truth I’m trying to uncover. No, I’m also on a far more personal, more intimate quest.

she said coldly and bothered. "Yes Miss Grey" she replied. I walked out and the other's were looking disappointed when they heard the news. I walked slowly behind them and rode the elevator together. I can't believe I'm just going be a damn PA to that woman. By the looks and attitude of her, I could tell she's rude, moody and cocky. Well at least I'll be busy working no time to think and cried about Alex or reminder of that night with that stranger. I think I'm going to be sick just by remembering sleeping with a stranger. What if he has STDs or anything? Yuck!!!! "Taxi!!" I called out

The feeling was unnerving, a chilling premonition that something wasn't right. In a quiet corner, near the old grandfather clock that had mysteriously stopped ticking weeks ago, Aurora paused. A shiver ran down her spine. From the shadows, a pair of eyes, dark and intense, watched her. They were hidden, masked by the darkness, yet their presence was undeniable, a palpable weight in the air. Aurora felt a sudden chill, a sense of dread that transcended the usual Dawnsville strangeness. The eyes were cold, devoid of emotion, yet they seemed to pierce through her, reading her very soul.