Thriller 3 Novels & Stories

“Like I said before, it went too fast. I couldn’t see. All I saw was her face and the battle raging behind her. Neither Devin nor Xander were there.” All three of our heartbeats pick up, fear for our friends permeating the air. Meredith continues. “The Goddess spoke to me, as well. She called it a ‘war of threes.’ There will be three deaths, three victories, three different trios, and three losses. We will be betrayed and experience great sorrow and joy. She insisted that I warn everyone. That we be prepared.” She looks a little pale. I quickly get up and get her a Coke.

“Thanks, Higgins. Higgins, let me ask you something.” “Shoot.” “Are you a triplet?” His brow furrowed. “Yes, Barry, as a matter of fact I am.” “Did you know that Dianna is also a triplet?” Wrecked as his face was, it could not conceal the shadow that surfaced. “No, Barry. I did not know that.” His throat tightened, voice falling significantly in volume as he supplemented, “But I know Maya is . . . ” “What is this?” Ritter said. He held the needle aloft, a grotesque accent to the revelations happening.

not able to believe their ears . ." wha... what did you said doctor.. I mena how is that possible.. trip.. triplets.." Clarissa said while stammering a lot and David was sitting there with his mouth open... Doctor was trying hard not to laugh on these couple.. " Yes you heard me right.. you are pregnant with triplets.. but you know you two babies were hiding the third one and were not moving .. so I put a little pressure so that I can see clearly.. after that they again covered Their third sibling..." Doctor said with a smile ..

"Yea, she was that woman. It was also the first time she was paired with Tyler and it was the first time we had our first ever big fight. The movie has a porn scene and Tyler didn't even tell me about it." "Well, uhm, it was a dark romance movie and what they did was for work," I said, trying to somehow console her. "Besides, porns are inevitable in Hollywood movies." Then Heartly nodded in agreement, "Oh, yea. That's why Zhairo told me to avoid watching Hollywood movies without him because, well, according to him, I am too innocent for those scenes." Caroline shook her head, "No, you don't understand. I know it was for work but Tyler seemed to enjoy what they did and... and... he... slept w

The thrill of knowing every intimate detail about someone before they even realize they’re being watched—that’s where the power lies. My victims are chosen with precision. There’s no randomness to it, no impulsive picks. Most of the time, I don’t even need to touch them. The true thrill comes from the psychological torment. Watching them unravel, seeing the fear in their eyes when they notice the small, seemingly innocent changes in their home. That coffee cup moved slightly. The window that wasn’t open yesterday, but now is. The sense of being watched without proof—it’s better than any physical violence.

He eyes us both before explaining. "You're right. Whether you chose to disclose the update about Mazari Electronics or not, it wouldn't matter." "Why not?" "The triad has become aware of a new threat. He calls himself the Reaper. He took out the Black Dragons in Los Angeles and seems to be going after the 14K."

He would do everything he could to break the lies down and crumble it all in front of him. Even as Cassian laughed, his mind raced. There had been no guards situated at his door that day. A mistake he had made sure not to make ever again. So nobody had seen anyone go into his room. The cameras had been on the other hallway, not his, he couldn't check them. He really knew no way of finding out who this was. He thought that maybe they would be back. After all, this threat could mean only one of two things. Someone wanted something from him or someone wanted everything from him. There was no way they wouldn't be back again. They would want to reinforce the threat and Cassian would make sure he

"Way ahead of you, babe." Too fatigued to entertain the idea of shoplifting at the moment—and recognizing that neither of us will yield when it comes to paying—we decide to split the bill evenly as soon as we reach the checkout lane, dividing the cost of groceries to $18.56 each. We settle the bill and, after a brief intimate encounter in Max's car—why not?—we return to his place, opting to watch "Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid" as the first film of our 'N*****x and Chill' marathon for the night. "Damn. Why is it always the minority that ends up getting killed off first?" Max comments as a hefty anaconda emerges from the water and swallows Dr. Ben Douglas whole.

"AH, I made a terrible mistake. I mistook someone else for you. Please give me a chance to make things right." "I'm willing to offer you 20% of the profits to show my sincerity." I ignored his messages and signed a contract with Oliver instead. Oliver's company had recently been competing with Connor's, so their business development directions were very similar. I authorized Oliver's company for my themed artwork and attended their launch event. I knew Connor would be monitoring the event. Sure enough, as soon as the event ended, my phone vibrated frantically—they were all messages and calls from Connor. "Averie, why didn't you tell me you were AH? I've misunderstood you for so long."

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t