Thriller Genre Book Novels & Stories

Copyright ©️2021 by Mylovelyreaders All rights reserved. ⚠️DARK ROMANCE⚠️ If you’re looking for some action thriller romantic drama then I would love to welcome you all to my first ever book on this platform ”Psycho Mafia”. Guys this is my first book. This story is entirely my imagination and the characters are fictious. Any resemblance from the resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

A/n: hey amazing reader! Thanks for stopping by to read my book, I urge you not to stop reading because this book is quite an interesting thriller you don't want to miss every suspense of it. Reading this book is just like watching a suspense thriller movie😉 you know what I'm saying huh? Show your support by rating and commenting on the homepage and also remember to recommend to friends & family! Let's dive into episode 01! ~~~••••°°°°~~~|•°°°°

Perhaps that was why he had walked away when he pushed me into the water. *** The next day, I went to the library with Beta Miles to fetch some books since I was almost becoming furniture in my room and I was bored to death from doing the same routine of waking and staying in my bedroom. We went to the Pack's Library which surprisingly, had a lot of collections of different varieties. As we browsed the shelves, my eyes lit up when we found the thriller section. I hastily picked books that were about murder, suicide and blood. “There are other books Ma'am Roxanne, we could check them out,” Beta Miles said.

"I... I have to pick up my books." I can hardly tell him that I'm investigating his family's involvement with a sordid disappearance. He scrutinises me and stays quiet. He beckons me to sit in front of him. I slip into the seat keeping as much self-assurance as possible. "Do you come here often?" I asked him. "Yes" I lift the book up that he's holding in his hands. Curious to see the kind of works he borrows. "Poetry?" "The art of Gods." "If you say so. Personally, I prefer novels and my favourite genre is science fiction!"

I continued, softer now, almost conversational, “I can think of a few names that would fit you perfectly.” Her chest rose and fell faster than before, breath shallow, uneven. The silence stretched tight between us, humming with something unnamed—something dangerous. Not touch. Not yet. Just presence. Just pressure. Fuck—I could practically taste her arousal from across the room. I’d torn through a good chunk of the book she’d been reading the other night. Tragedies of True Hearts. Filthy. Twisted. The kind of story people pretended to hate while secretly devouring every page. A girl caught between a stalker and his brother—meant to choose, only to be claimed by both instead.

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

“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.

The scope framed him perfectly broad shoulders, dark suit, that same air of command that drew me in like a moth to flame. One breath. Two. Three. The shot was clear. My finger tightened. And then—nothing. I couldn’t do it. My body locked up, the rifle heavy in my hands. It should’ve been simple. Just squeeze. Watch him drop. Job complete. But my chest burned, my pulse racing for all the wrong reasons. Images flooded my head: the way his voice dipped when he called me his poison, the way he kissed like he owned me, the way he smirked when he caught me looking. And the way he made me feel, like I wasn’t just a shadow or a ghost passing through.

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

On the body of the case was a little note: FIGURED YOU’D LIKE THESE -X. My curiosity heightened as I tore open the case, and I gasped once I saw what was inside. Books- novels to be precise, all stacked neatly in the case. As I glanced through their titles, I noticed they were thrillers and horror genres, a bit of romance too. My toes curled in excitement and a grin spread across my face as I looked through all of them. I rolled my eyes. Of course, he’d figured I’d like them; he always figured everything about me.