Novel & Cerita Suspenseful Thriller Books

Enigma Synopsis: Enigma; a person or thing that is mysterious and difficult to understand. A mystery; a paradox; a puzzle. Event Planner and boss of her own little company, Kendra Millar is all that and more. She lives life on her own terms, does what she wants, how she wants and when she wants. She’s like the wild winds of a stormy night that you can see but can’t touch. But no one really knows who the real Kendra Millar is, not even her closest friends. Only one man had come dangerously close to knowing her and she’s pushed him away with all her might. Victor Summers might be the baby of the family, but he’s seen what even his sister had failed to notice. From the instant he’d laid eyes on

"Are you serious? That is literally my favorite genre! I write short stories sometimes, and they are always packed with completely unhinged mafia bosses and crazy plot twists." "You write?" Clara gasped, genuinely excited. "You have to let me read some of your stuff. Real life in this pack is stressful enough. I love reading things that let me escape reality for a few hours." "Exactly!" Nora agreed passionately. "When I read a good thriller, I don't have to worry about Lycan Kings or border patrols. I just get to worry about fictional people surviving crazy situations." For the next two hours, the grand library echoed with genuine laughter.

The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in. There it was, that rush of feeling a new book in your hands. But then, the hair on my nape stood erect and my body stiffened defensively. It suddenly felt like I was being watched and I swung my head over my shoulders. I couldn't make out anyone behind me. It was just as it looked when I entered. I furrowed my brows in concern, looking around inquisitively, before proceeding to the next aisle. A Bloody Affair and The Girl In The Glass were the books I picked next. I was almost skipping around the store on my toes, my veins pumping with adrenaline and an unnerving excitement that made me so restless

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.

Most things are about detectives and all their boring stuff but something tells me to go through it because I might know a thing or two. I've opened almost all the books on the first shelf. Turns out detective books are not so bad. I also passed out my time by checking some of the murder novels on the shelve. One really caught my interest. Dying to call you by Elaine Viet. It's about a girl finding her sister's murderer and all that.

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"That's great heard the previous season was a huge hit. So are starting anything new. What are your plans?" "I have a new book I'm working on. I'm thinking of a thriller. I want to do like a story about a guy who stalks a girl that he is obsessed with. They become a couple because of all the stalking he knew her likes and dislikes. He then ends up killing people who he believes is a threat to ruin the perfect love story which the girl later discovers. Question would be would she be able to accept him or not." "That seems dark. It's different from what you write but I'm intrigued and would love to read the whole story."

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

That would be emotional suicide. I moved away from the romance section quickly, like it might contaminate me somehow. Crime thriller. I'd read a crime thriller. Something with murder and investigations and absolutely zero sexual tension. That was safer. Much safer. I browsed the mystery section and pulled out a book I'd heard good things about. A detective novel set in London. Dark, gritty, complex. Perfect. I carried it to one of the comfortable chairs by the window and settled in. The chair was incredibly comfortable—soft leather that seemed to mold around me. There was a small side table with a reading lamp. A footstool I could put my feet up on.

My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home.