Thriller Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tonight, though, he did not want to take the pill. He wanted to confront what has been keeping him awake. He inhaled sharply, then shut his eyes. Instantly, the familiar scenes of bodies in his home were seen. The wounds on Lucinda and her friend and the writing on his wall. The writing from RD himself, in a handwriting that was too neat. For a trained killer, though, he was not surprised. His mind made him explore the bloody place. To imagine the pain the victims must have felt when they were gutted by that demon.

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

"You found the library." Zade's voice. Of course. "Yes," I said, still not looking up. "I found it." "Finding everything you need?" "Yes." Silence. I could feel him standing there, watching me. Could feel the weight of his gaze. "What are you reading?" he asked. "A book." "I can see that. What book?" I finally looked up, holding up the cover so he could see. "Murder mystery. Detective thriller. Nothing interesting." His eyes scanned the cover, then moved to my face. "You like mysteries?"

Only one thing reassures me: it seems that they lose their power at sunrise. I close my last manual, pick up the pile and I put each book back in its place. My hands are trembling dangerously and my heart rate betrays my anxiety. While putting the last book down, I stay an instant with a hand placed on the edge, thinking. Right now, I have to look for another place to live, and it has to be fast!

I was no longer in the mood for something thrilling but rather something horrific. “Yet to read that one,” “The reviews say it is awesome; I will give you mine.” “Cool! Have an enjoyable read.” “I will,” I answered and walked to where the novel was. I grabbed it and walked to my usual corner. I munched on my muffins while I buried myself in the thriller. I almost jumped out of my skin when I reached to get a muffin, and instead of touching one, I touched something that felt like fingers. I screamed, withdrawing my hand and throwing my book away. I was ready to jump up when I noticed that I now had company. It was Alessandro. And he had grabbed the last of my muffins and was leaning back, hol

Kira asked, snuggling closer and wrapping her arm around his waist. "Well…" Bryan started, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her deeper into the snuggle. "It is a suspenseful thriller with romance, action and so on. It's about a man who killed someone in self-defense and a female government agent. In a way, their fates collide. I haven't gone far, but it is an interesting read." "Sounds very intriguing. Maybe if you are done, then I will read it too." Kira suggested, her eyes closing as she got more comfortable and sleepy.

The soft thud of scattered papers followed, but the thunderous crash of her ledger book hitting the ground truly shattered the stillness, reverberating through the confined space like a gunshot. The impact jolted Angela, freezing her in place as an icy chill traced its path down her spine. The air hung heavy with an electrifying tension, igniting a flicker of apprehension deep within her core. In that stark moment, she understood: the calm was a mere prelude, and the storm had finally unleashed its fury.

My hands were shaking… but that didn't stop my mind from being full of dirty pictures again… God his big hands on my body, his hard cock pushing between my legs I tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back even stronger Finally, I stood in front of his office door. It was a beautiful golden brown colour. I raised my hand and knocked softly. My knuckles made a small sound on the wood. And I waited. No answer I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing My mouth felt dry and my nipples were hard under my blouse because I was having bad thoughts about him again. I could feel the wetness between my thighs. This man was very dangerous for my body and sanity