Thriller City Novels & Stories

she glared at me but I didn't back down from her murderous stare. "Do you really want to see your daughter?" She tried threatening me and I took a step forward and watched her turn defensive getting ready to pounce on me at any wrong move I would make. "Are you trying to threaten me with my daughter? Cause trust me tesoro you'll be dead before you get a chance to blink again" i whispered into her ears and I loved the way her body stiffened at our close body proximity. She placed her palm on my chest and I took in a sharp breath at the long lost body contact.

"Are you Mr. Glenn Miller? Was it you who called the police just now?" "Yes," I replied, stepping aside." The suspect is inside. Please come in." The officers entered. "What's going on here?" Dwight was so terrified he slumped to the floor, a dark patch instantly spreading across his pants. Myra shrieked and threw herself in front of him. "Officers, this is all a misunderstanding. He's my brother. We're family. It's a family dispute." "Family dispute?" Steven Holt, the officer in charge, frowned. He glanced at the flickering game interface on the computer screen, then at Dwight, trembling uncontrollably on the floor. "The report mentioned a large-scale property theft. What exactly happened?"

The room exploded in a cascade of holographic data—a visual representation of the entire city, mapped out in a glowing, intricate web of connections. With every thrust, the city pulsed. It was a sickening, beautiful horror. I could feel the grid. I could feel the people—thousands of heartbeats, a dull, rhythmic roar in the back of my mind. It was overwhelming, a cacophony of fear and desire, all filtered through the bridge of Dante’s body. I wasn't just having sex with him; I was being plugged into the city’s subconscious.

Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil. They are not completely wrong, the crime rates in this city have been quite devastating. Hence why the perfect place to build a detective agency. Rae is not being a hypocrite, she just sees the benefit of this high crime rate city. Theister is always hungry for blood, desperate, and perfect for her to entertain herself. As a detective who loves puzzles, this city is the perfect playground for her. Nevertheless, death is still death. “We’re here,” Inspector Vaan stated.

“You already know the answer to that. Fortunately for us, he was a fool enough to abuse his ability. Then again, he wouldn’t have gone to all sort of measures just to make sure you’d fall right into his hands. We could say that, in a way, most of his plans backfired. We found each other and we were ready to die saving each other.” Shrugging, Hera leaned on her outstretched arms, staring blindly at the setting sun. “Still, I don’t see the point why he has to surround his underground city with illusions.” “Beats me.” Sheels pursed her lips. “I don’t know what he’s up to, but maybe it was to trap us and to keep track in our progress since we can feel everything in the radius of our projection.”

“Forever.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Marco’s smile was real. “No more loops.” Lila’s nod was solemn. “Family.” Rosa grinned. “Boricua.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in no one’s handwriting: VOLUME X: THE CITY’S AWAKENING. The ground trembled. Every subway grate in Brooklyn opened. The city roared.

Ruckus laughter assails my ears. I'm not able to hear the other person's reply because they round the corner and their voices fade. I stand there, feeling cold dread snake up my spine. I've heard a few things about the mafias in LA. Brutal humans with no feelings whatsoever. If Ash Thunder is one - Suddenly, an image of him rears up in my head and I laugh awkwardly. Yeah, that man may be all shades of lewd, but being a gangster is definitely not one one of them. I make my way to my office but someone's already there.

She gives herself to me body and soul. I walk into the gym, and I turn the lights on to find Chase already there, he is running on the treadmill, and his eyes are silver grey. I try to link with him, but he’s impenetrable. He’s gone to his dark place, a dark corner in his mind I am not allowed to invade. We both have a dark corner, it is our safe haven, and I am not getting him out there. Both his fangs are out, and he is running faster than humanly possible.

Although she hired him and admitted at the onset that she has forgiven him for what happened to their relationship, the pain remains embedded deep down in her heart. Unknown to Sarah, her ex-boyfriend is suspecting her to be the manananggal who has been terrorizing the streets of Makati and the killer of his parents. During the times he is in the United States, he hired a team of researchers who are experts in the field of mythical creatures. He instructed them to focus on learning about the way a manananggal hunts its prey and how it masquerades itself as an innocent member of society. And cross-reference this with the evidence he gathered while in the Philippines on the lifestyle of Sarah.

Lets meet Swift ********* I need to present myself. But how? I have no idea and I have to solve it as soon as possible. Callum POV *********** These days I am confused. I feel something throbbing in the back of my mind. But I can't sort it out. I feel like something is stirring inside me. "Stephen". I called him who was sitting in his home office working on some files. "What is it, Callum"? He looked at me and put the pen aside. I must be looking upset.