Thriller 3 Novels & Stories

And this time, as he viewed Lu Jin from different lenses, he couldn't help but want to shoot himself in the head. For three years. How had he failed to see her true form for three years? Disappointed at his bad judgment and disgusted with the woman before him, Long Tian clicked on his black button and a hologram screen popped up. Lu Jin was expecting to hear Long Tian's hesitant voice. After all, she had already squeezed out every ounce of skill she had to put on her best performance. As long as the man showed even the slightest bit of hesitation, she planned to shed a few more tears and aggrievedly run away.

I just lifted the guitar and slammed it against him until he started bleeding. But Mark remained kneeling submissively and let me hit him. His face was covered in blood, and he looked like he had lost his mind. In the end, he trembled and hung his head low. One week later, Rachel and Mark disappeared amid all the hatred. Many people believed that they had fled to another country because they had committed murder. But the truth was that Mark had sent Rachel to Mirany, a country full of violence, fraud and lust. As for him, he took my corpse with him and took the exploration route we first took together.

She stood up and tried to whisk them off with her hands but her effort yielded no results – they flew out very fast before they could get caught. “What’s that?” I cleared my throat after asking. I nearly got choked in the throat. “Fireflies!” she replied. “Their light is too bright, and they fly zigzag. These can’t be normal fireflies.” “That’s nothing strange, grandma. These are just fireflies. You need not be superstitious all the time.”

" When she said this, Vivian herself didn't even notice that her eyes were fluttering, and her body betrayed her heart. Winston stared at Vivian's face. "Of course not. She, a betrayer, got no gut to come back." Vivian subconsciously let out a sigh of relief. However, everyone was surprised by Winston's words. "I got the DNA test results. "The deceased is Aryanna."

Mike immediately shot back, "Go ahead. Call the cops. This place is too remote, and there are barely any security cameras. Even if they come, they won't be able to catch anyone." He then kicked Brandon several more times. Brandon slumped to the floor, unable to say another word. Only faint groans escaped from his throat. Only when Brandon was completely unable to move did Mike spit out, "Get lost!" Brandon dragged his battered body toward the stairwell, leaving a horrifying trail of blood across the floor. I sat there, still shaken, staring at the three men now standing at my doorstep. I wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or worried. Mike helped me up and said softly, "Don't be scared. We'

I knew what awaited me was fear worse than death. Lina, meanwhile, was glaring at me with pure fury. From the look on her face, she probably wanted to tear me apart. I knelt helplessly on the floor, watching the two of them smile at me with that dangerous, sinister sweetness. My heart went cold. Tears slid down my face before I could stop them. Was my life really going to end here? Just when I thought it was all over, a thunderous explosion suddenly erupted outside. Lina and Serena’s expressions changed.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt something dangerous coil in my chest. Not fear. Excitement. I took a slow step forward, closing the space between us. “Fine. I’ll listen. But if you betray me, Moretti…” Nico chuckled, his eyes gleaming with something almost amused. “I’d expect nothing less.” I held his gaze for a moment longer, then finally nodded. I didn’t trust him. But I was willing to see where this led. And if Nico Moretti thought he could outmaneuver me… Well, he was in for one hell of a surprise.

Caspien danced, letting the music take him wherever. He couldn't see Arkin anymore. Just a while ago, he was surrounded by several women, including a famous actress. Caspien didn't notice he was drifting away. He just kept drinking, grabbing whatever was on the trays that passed by him. He didn't even know what he was drinking. All he knew was that there was a sweet, burning sensation in his throat.

“The guest room on the third floor. End of the hallway on the left. I’ll be waiting for you there in ten minutes. If you don’t come, I’ll make sure Vivian knows what happened in the car this afternoon. I have a very interesting voice recording, Dewangga.” My blood rushed violently. A voice recording? When did he do that? Davian walked away without another glance, blending into the crowd of guests as if nothing had happened. I stood frozen, my fingers touching the cold key in my pocket. My head throbbed painfully. This was blackmail—a trap that could make me lose everything. The Silent Third Floor

They were all three worried about me, and they were all three doing something about it simultaneously, in their entirely different and completely incompatible ways, and the result was that by eight o'clock in the evening I had been brought tea by Vaelin, checked on by Soren twice in a thirty-minute window, and found by Thorian in three separate rooms on three separate occasions each time he determined I had been alone for longer than was strictly necessary. I was in the library the third time Thorian appeared in the doorway and I put down the file I was reading and I looked at him and I said, "You need to talk to your brothers." He looked at me with the grey eyes and the particular expressio