Novel & Cerita Thriller

He asked after a while and I was thankful for the change of topic. “It’s nothing, I will show you when it’s ready” “Okay baby, take your time” a kiss to the neck and he plopped his head on my shoulder again, the smell of his after wash and cologne graced my nostrils. “So what movie are we watching, sunshine?” “Something in the thriller genre, I love thrillers” “Hmmm” he seemed to be interested, “you love thrillers?” “Yeah, something like the fear of the unknown. I like the anticipation, the build up, the excitement and the suspense”

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

The pandemonium in the room was crazy, so I did something. I picked up the scalpel she dropped, and stabbed him in the chest. Right where the venom was. I dipped and tore the skin open and man, the skin was so tough most probably due to the venom. I was going for the original method, bleed him out. The venom began to flow out together with blood. I took my still bleeding hand and placed it over the torn bleeding skin and let my blood drip into it. The venom sizzled, like my blood was burning it.

“These are the threats we’ve received. They’re detailed, disturbing, and the more recent ones have information they should not be able to know. Locations, schedules, personal habits...” Opening the folder, my eyes quickly scan the contents. Letters, emails, and even disturbingly specific sketches. They’re not just threats; they’re intimate invasions. Each message sends a jolt of alertness through me. Locations, times, personal habits—they know more than they should, even details that are well-guarded secrets. My gut clenches at the sight, and I feel that old, predatory instinct rise within me, urging me to hunt and to eliminate.

Since he expected nothing, he won't be disappointed when he received nothing but another betrayal. At most, he'd sigh and turn to leave... "What did you say? Three students fell ill and were diagnosed with an unknown virus?" "That's what I heard from the TeleSearch. From the symptoms and finds, the virus resembles the Cornea from the 20s. Only..." "What? Only what?" "Whoever contracts it starts puking blood and if the symptom isn't treated within 24 hours, the skin of the victim peels off..." "What!? What the he**! What sort of virus is this!? And how did they even contract it!?"

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

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.

The thrill of knowing every intimate detail about someone before they even realize they’re being watched—that’s where the power lies. My victims are chosen with precision. There’s no randomness to it, no impulsive picks. Most of the time, I don’t even need to touch them. The true thrill comes from the psychological torment. Watching them unravel, seeing the fear in their eyes when they notice the small, seemingly innocent changes in their home. That coffee cup moved slightly. The window that wasn’t open yesterday, but now is. The sense of being watched without proof—it’s better than any physical violence.