Thrill Novel Novels & Stories

She turned around when she heard light footsteps but there was no one there. Ever since what happened in the Othes forest, she'd been on high alert. For a moment, she thought someone was watching her. Maybe she was just being paranoid, Katherine thought as she sped up to her room and locked the door behind her. - [1] Someone's bottom line can be referred to as their principles or in the case of this book, the source of someone's power.

Anthony leaned over and grazed her neck with his lips. Faith was trapped, cornered like a prey animal, while Anthony ran his hand down her thigh over her silk dress. He gripped the fabric then slowly pulled the dress up so he could slip his hand inside. Faith shuddered as she felt his warm hand on her ass. She tried not to enjoy his cruel touch. He reminded her of the Anthony, who took her innocence for the first time. The cold, mean, and aggressive Anthony. She wanted the sweet Anthony back. "Anthony, don't," she whispered.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

He handed hers with a subtle grin, the tension between them melting just slightly. “To patience,” he murmured. She clinked her glass to his. “To hunting ghosts in silence.” And as they sipped their drinks, the storm outside moved a little closer—unseen, but not unnoticed. Somewhere in the shadows, a thief smiled at their success. They didn’t yet realize they were walking into a trap. *** The corridors of Adrain Enterprises buzzed with hushed conversations and stolen glances. It was the kind of quiet that followed a storm, only there had been no visible thunder—just a sharp bolt in the distance that left everyone shaken, yet unsure where it struck.

Thank you! ............................ Rielle's hand was getting tired from being extended for long and so she wanted to withdraw it but he held her wrist and brought her closer to him. "You don't try any cunning way with me." He said. Rielle was trying to understand what he meant but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck and then a fang going deep into her neck. "Shit!" she cursed, closing her eyes. It hurt. It hurt so much that she felt as if her neck was getting cut off, but suddenly, the pain felt good. It turned into pleasure that she wanted it to continue and not stop.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

I pressed my face in her neck and inhaled the slight vanilla fregrance that lingered It gave me peace I felt like I was in heaven I again looked into her eyes and the silver in them told me the truth again and again She was no more.... My hand still rested on her mark... Please.... Come back!!!! I felt something under my fingers.... I pulled myself back to see that there was something under my hand that was pressed on her thunder mark I blinked my eyes twice to see a clear view through my watery eyes A bright blue light traced the mark It appeared to be like actual thunder I lifted my fingers and thought that I was hallucinating but soon the light started spreading

My old volleyball posters still hang on the walls, my trophies glinting on the shelf like silent witnesses to what we’re doing on the same bed where I used to dream about boys who never measured up to him. He’s on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy, pulsing with the last of his release. His cum is warm, thick, filling me so full that every small shift makes it leak out around him, dripping down my ass onto the sheets. The forbidden thrill of it, him coming inside me bare, risking everything. It makes my walls flutter again, milking the last drops from him. He groans low, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged. “Fuck, Riley… you feel what you do to me? Taking every

The dishes shattered on the hard tile floor just as Kelly was rocked by a tumultuous orgasm. Lifting her head up from between her mom's legs, a whimsical Julie commented, "I guess some orgasms instead of being earth shattering like you read about in those trashy romance novels are . . ." She paused, glancing at the mess on the floor, "dish shattering." "Hey, I like those trashy romantic novels little girl," Kelly replied as she lifted her naked body off the kitchen table.

Otherwise, I'll make a scene at your company and hometown. "Let's see how your colleagues and neighbors feel about a big-shot with a seven-figure salary like you squeezing your own in-laws and refusing to pay what you owe!" I actually laughed when I saw that text. Well, the gloves were finally off. First came the emotional guilt-trips, then the moral pressure, and now she'd stooped to straight-up dirty threats. She probably still thought I was that same sentimental fool from my previous life. I put my phone away without replying. Then, I flagged down a taxi and got in.