Thriller Narrator Novels & Stories

I opened my phone and decided to talk with Kolten the moment read his handwritten message for me together with a dark gray hoodie that was in a black paper bag that has a note, telling me to take some rest. I decided to call Kolten as I turned on my phone, but even before I dialed his phone number, a message from another anonymous sender pop-up, signifying that I received a request message. I was nervous at first, but the moment I opened it, it was Kolten patting Lia's head near her house gate. I did not know how should I feel, but that was the moment I have decided to stop this craziness. As my phone rang, I swiped the green button to answer his call.

My words trailed and for a second, it felt like my hearing was impaired but when the audio that was being played became more audible, my heart turned cold in my chest, and space closed in on me. I froze as sweat broke out of my forehead and goosebumps spilled over me. The voice that I have forgotten filled my ears. “…you threatened a particular owner of the orphanage to cook up lies in a bid to support your atrocities. While you were able to convince the others to make up that fake statement, Taylor didn’t collect your bribe and threatened to expose you but you kidnapped her daughter scheduled for heart surgery despite knowing how critical her condition was…” My heart slammed against my ribc

“And the winning film.... in these categories... was...: The hidden face of a criminal” ... by Alejandro Hernández...!”, says the presenter in a loud voice, after pausing a few times to create a suspenseful tone and adds, “of course... for a thriller, there has to be suspense...!”, everyone in the audience they laugh and, as if in chorus, they then clap almost endlessly.

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.

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.

His eyes shone with mirth, and embarrassment flooded my veins, making my cheeks flame with redness. "What's so funny?" I stepped further until I was standing right in front of his desk, all nervousness evaporating with each step I took, replacing itself with anger. "Why didn't you fucking tell me you were married, Mr. Marcello?" I hissed his name with so much venom. He was a real asshole. Cheaters were the people I could never tolerate the most. As someone who was once at the receiving end of emotional blackmail from a cheater, I suddenly wanted to throw up.

Nakangiti akong tumingin sa malamig na bangkay ng dalawa at dahan dahan naglakad paikot sakanilang dalawa. "Hanggang purinarya ba naman magkasama kayo!"mahinang tawa kong sambit at maya maya lang ay narinig ko nang bumukas ang pinto pero nagtago muna ako dahil baka iba ang dumating at hindi ang investigator ko. "Sir?!"Mahinang tawag nang lalaki, halatang kabado sya!tono palang ng pananalita nya kabado na sya.

“Are you steady?” “I sensed it looming,” I confessed quietly. “A while back, you questioned if I was threatened, and I denied it, but in my marrow, the scent was wrong. I could not name it then, and I cannot now. I am simply relieved the enforcers were positioned. Mallory was… terrifyingly efficient, was he not?” He chuckled, a dark, rich sound. “I hire only the elite. I am profoundly grateful he kept you secure today.” “I wish I could say I did not believe she would have pulled the trigger, but she is lost to the void.”

Chapter 2: The Predator’s Debt The silence in the boardroom was heavy, thick enough to choke a normal man. Maya Thorne felt the air pressure change, as if the oxygen was being sucked out of the room. She had interviewed killers and kingpins, but Cillian Vane was different. He didn't just feel like a powerful man; he felt like a force of nature. "I’ve walked into a robbery investigation," Maya said, her voice steadier than she felt. "And judging by your reaction, I’ve walked into a billionaire’s bruised ego."

"They look at what happened to Victor, and they choose life. Can you blame them? Ledgers need a narrator, Inspector. And you lost your storytellers today. See you on the outside." Moss didn't argue. She leaned in, her voice a lethal whisper. "Enjoy the smile, Kenji. Because tonight, we’re releasing the raw audio of you ordering the hits. Let’s see if your high-priced sharks can sue a million angry citizens." She walked out, leaving the billionaire alone in the dark. The heavy doors slammed shut. The courtroom went dead quiet. Judge Harrison stared down from his elevated bench, cold and unbothered. At the prosecution table, Miller stood rigid, sweating through his suit as he gripped an empty