Thriller 3 Novels & Stories

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

I murmur. “I got Henry to run background checks on all the new stuff but told him not to bother with Bea, Andreas and Anna as I figured that whoever the threat was would only have tried to get near in the last week or so. Fuck!” Taylor’s jaw is working hard, and I can feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

“If that’s all, I’ll excuse myself, sir. I’ll update you as soon as we receive any new information.” “Alright, Yuri.” I cleared my throat softly. “And thank you.” A faint smile crossed his face before he left the office. I stood there in silence, replaying everything in my mind like a fast recap. There had to be a common thread leading back to one person. Usually, they had a pattern, even if they didn’t realize it. Some killers liked poison. Others preferred silent attacks, like assassins. But these incidents mainly involved shootings. Whoever it was believed that firearms were the solution.

The wood crackled behind him. “Tell me where you are, you piece of shit. Stop hiding behind my men and face me.” Seraph’s laugh came out of the dead man’s mouth. “But this is so much more fun. Watch.” The thrall’s body jerked. Black veins spread faster. The mouth opened wider than it should have. “Rowan… sweet little Rowan… he’s going to break so beautifully when I take him. Just like these ones broke.” I saw red. I slammed the man’s head back against the wall so hard something cracked. Then I cut his throat. Then I cut his head off. Then I kept cutting until there was nothing left recognizable.

Just then, his assistant Marcus Carpenter's phone call suddenly came in. Sebastian grabbed it like a lifeline, answering urgently, "Did you find Mia?" Marcus was silent for a moment before speaking in a trembling voice, "Mr. Sterling, I found Ms. Shaw, but..." "But what?" Sebastian's heart rate accelerated, and he felt inexplicably uneasy. Marcus took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and revealed the cruel truth. "I just checked the flight’s information. Ms. Shaw boarded a plane heading overseas, but that plane... just crashed."

The most terrifying detail was the time stamps in the corners. My throat went dry. "This is creepy," I muttered, but the words didn't have their usual swagger. I flipped another page. Even more. A screenshot of my social media, my job listing, my old address and even my mother's house. I looked up fast and gritted my teeth. Matteo's expression hadn't changed, but his eyes had gone colder somehow. "I don't make empty threats." "That's supposed to impress me?" I asked, but my voice was tighter now.

Snow fell thick and fast, just like the winter when I left home for her three years ago. Only this time, I sat in a heated car, clutching to recovered locket. Meanwhile, Tanya shuddered in the cold. Those who hurt in love would get their due. No deed would go unseen in the eyes of God. Justice would never be denied.

she hissed, her voice insistent, and I waited until he glanced back at me to try to link Thane again. 'Derrick's alive, Valerie's answering to him,' I sent, then watched with satisfaction as both their faces contorted in horrified shock after seeing my eyes go blank, clearly falling for the implication that the triplets had somehow prevented their concoction from working. In truth, I had no idea how or why it hadn't worked as much as they'd expected, but it was currently playing into my favour, and I intended to milk it for all it was worth.