Thriller Narrator Romane & Geschichten

I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run from the sound of it or strike whoever stood in her place. Valerio stood. The movement was smooth, lethal. He walked around the chair until he was right behind the man. He put his hand on the prisoner’s shoulder, hard enough to bruise. “You will tell me the truth. Every penny, every door, every name. Or you’ll die knowing you lied.” The man’s eyes bugged, frantic. He answered, gave names, times, sometimes repeating the same name as if repeating it might make it true. He spoke of whispers in bars, an envelope passed to a courier, a car with darkened windows and a woman’s laugh.

I murmured as I felt the cold tip of the metal object pressed against my chin. I heard a faint chuckle and a warm breath touch my skin. “Not unless its bullet was made from a very special material,” he whispers making me shiver for more fear. My hands clutch the side of my dress as I open my eyes and welcome his intense stare. “ W-Who are you?” my lips quiver at every word that I said. His emotion didn’t change at all, his lips gave me a smirk with his dull eyes. The tip of his pistol travels from my chin to the sides of my neck until it stopped to my mouth, enough for it to be pressed against my bottom lip. For a moment, my heart stopped thinking about what he’s going to do.

"Do you see a lot of films like this?" "Yeah, how do you know that?" "The way you spoke for the killer. You talked like his killings were the right option for those people who committed the crimes." "Since I was alone all my life, I saw a lot of horror and thriller movies which kept me occupied." "It striked me some moments from the past when you spoke for the killer." "Like what?" "While you were staying at my place, it was filled with cries and screams and bodies of dead people dragging around the house but you never reacted to any one of those. Why?"

I look over to the person next to me and overhear him remark; 'Yes, I'm OK; if the girl comes alive, we'll continue the plan; if she doesn't, we'll return her to her family; the prize remains the same. Those statements made me growl even louder, and the man heard it and chose to pay attention to me immediately. He flinches and appears horrified when he sees my crimson eyes, which is wonderful since I want you scared and bleeding out worse than my lady. What's up, my girl? Nobody, not even this person, should be looking for her. "Who the heck are you?" says the narrator. He yells, and the man in front of him glances back and drives as if nothing happened since he can only see my snout.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

That’s a new one. “Um…” I begin, as I clear my throat. Fuck! I’m nervous. Funny, I’ve been reduced from a sniper who used to kill people for money to a man who’s yearning for his boss to fuck him. “I have something to tell you.” I say, taking a deep and nervous voice. Why am I this nervous? Well, Nikolai’s gaze is intimidating. So intimidating. Why does he like looking at me like that? “Spill.”

Third person POV The person facing the assassin was Cillian, he was only on his boxer facing the assassin that was well equipped but the confidence ozzing out of him made the other assassin thinking twice why he accepted this mission in the first place, after the call with Kane he came downstairs whilst sipping on his drink leisurely waiting for the assassin. Even though he claimed to be at peace and calm but he wasn't truly settled, how could he when someone was on the lose, hanging around, waiting to kill his wife and unborn child, he couldn't rest at all "I'm not any assassin of any sort, so go back and tell your group or colleague to stay away from the Lumerés mansion as far as possible,

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

I was shocked and was totally at a loss for words to say and I hated the fact that I couldn’t scream at her face and call her a liar for trying to turn me into the culprit when I was the victim. Maddie and Ethan were the Villains! “Please drag her out of here” I instructed the guards and I was about to turn towards the stairs when I suddenly froze on the spot as soon as my eyes met with the eyes of someone who had done nothing but make sure that my life was nothing but a living hell. Journalist Naya— the only journalist who derived joy in writing horrible and false things about people. At that moment, cold shivers went down my spine. When our gazes clashed, she soon averted her gaze, pushing