Thriller Book Novels & Stories

His head was buried in a thick novel, but at her sight, he instantly hid the novel behind—a novel an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be reading. It was r rated, not because it was erotica or anything. But because it was a disturbing psychopath thriller book with torture and the deaths of people written in detail. It revolves around a psychopath who derives pleasure from torturing his fellow humans’ beings. He killed for fun on days he was tired, raped both women and men on days he felt sexually excited, and kidnapped human beings then cut their bodies piece by piece until they bled to death. Recording all his evil deeds and posting them for the whole world to see. B

I was certain he could read me like an open book if he kept staring at me with such intensity. Looping my hands around his shoulder, I buried my face in the crook of his neck, and he slammed deeper and harder into me, not holding back. “Oh, my god,” ripped out of my throat, followed by a desperate, “Adonis, please.” His thrusts hit a knot inside me, and I knew I was close to something marvellous, yet heartbreaking at the same time. “Fuck,” he rasped, biting down my throat. “Are you on the pill?”

My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home.

“Then why do you feel the thrill of it, Sabrina? Why do you crave the power? Why do you feel alive when you kill? Tell me you don’t feel it—the rush, the heat in your veins. Tell me you don’t need it.” His words dug into me like a blade. I could feel them. The rush, the fire, the darkness inside me that was growing, swallowing me whole. He wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t deny it. With every life I took, there was a part of me that felt liberated—alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years. And Viktor knew it. He knew everything about me, about the twisted craving that I couldn’t outrun. The worst part? I didn’t want to outrun it.

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

2 HAVE YOU EVER woken up some morning with a burning, insatiable desire to go out and kill someone? No? Huh. Guess I’m weird, then. Anyway, this morning I wake up with such a craving. As usual, the craving has been preceded by a dream—well, a flashback to be exact. It’s always the same memory, and if you think I’m going to tell you anymore than that, you really do need to go back and read the first book, because you clearly have not yet learned I am the kind of person who will break the fourth wall a couple times every other page, but you will have to torture me (and not the fun kind of torture) before I talk about personal, psycho, feelings shit.

Pushing the door open, I walked in and gingerly made my way towards the fantasy section, pulling out a book. ‘Hello Kitten’ by an anonymous author. Intrigued, I skimmed through the book, and the dedication should have made me drop it. Instead, I was fueled by determination to read it. Dark romance books and thrillers have always been my favorites, and the trigger warning only made it more intriguing. After reading the book's trigger warning, I was convinced it would be a great read. Excitement bubbled through me as I walked back into my room, fell onto the bed, and buried my head in the book.

~VITTORIA~ My eyes rested on Roman and he still had his back turned to me, walking back to our table. I wondered if the man who had the gun to my side knew I had come with Roman. And if he did, I thought about what would happen when Roman noticed I was gone. My legs didn't stop moving but they were not trembling either. It was not the first time I was in this position and all I had to do was find an opening and slice the dude with the knife I had hidden which was hugging my thigh tightly.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil