Suspenso Novels & Stories

She was grateful for the three months class she had taken on pole dancing, else she'd have disgraced herself. Aria hooked her left leg around the pole with her right hand holding her right leg and began to swing round. The position had her tits almost spilling out of the tiny bra and her lace covered lady parts flashed him each time she turned. He also had a good view of her ass and Aria took advantage of all these, working the pole to the beat of the music. "Stop," he ordered and when she didn't immediately come to a halt, he picked the remote on the table and paused the song. Aria fumed but stopped herself from glaring at him.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

Wow… **********

The room, caught in the crossfire of conflicting narratives, waited for Draxler's response. Draxler's expression remained inscrutable, his silence a calculated pause that fueled the suspense. The air crackled with the anticipation of his verdict. Would he accept my father's explanation, or would the web of suspicion tighten further, ensnaring us in the consequences of a truth untold?

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Sofia Adams - April 2012 I was in my fifth meeting when I noticed a new member of the group leaning against the wall, far away from me. I waved cheerfully at Mick as he gave me a weak smile. He looked terrible... He had deep circles under his eyes, his hair was more disheveled than usual, and his clothes were wrinkled. A thin layer of sweat dripped from his face, almost in a sickly way. All of this, combined with his downcast expression and tired posture, led me to a conclusion: Mick was going through detox.

Seconds stretched like eternity, the suspense thick in the air. Until the call was answered. It was time to unravel the puzzle.

A secret, poised on the precipice of revelation, now suspended once again, tantalizingly out of reach. As the visitor's presence lingered, I couldn't help but wonder about the implications of their interruption. What information or news had prompted this unexpected visit? Was it a mere coincidence or a carefully orchestrated twist of fate? The answers I sought were suspended in the air, just beyond my grasp, teasing my insatiable curiosity.

SUSAN Susan scrolled through her I*******m feed severally but no new update showed on her timeline, she had followed Henry on I*******m two days back but he hasn't followed her back nor spoken to her since their last conversation. She is starting to become worried, is this what he is like, or is he just NOT into her? He never apologized for ghosting her on their supposed first video call, all he did was gave her a call a day later and caught up with the conversation like nothing happened and she was quick to forget because he really is very good at conversing. Just as the thought of their conversation crossed her mind, her face grew wider with a big smile "I think I like him already but he n

Unsureness and uncertainty leaks from him. “We can’t find the footage anymore.”