Thriller の小説・ストーリー

TRUMP'S POV The loud, blood-curdling scream that pierced the room sent a chill down my spine. Theresa's anguished cry echoed through the house, a haunting sound that seemed to freeze time itself. I rushed to her side, my heart racing with a sense of foreboding. What I saw made my blood run cold. Theresa was kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed in horror on the body bag that lay before her. As I watched in stunned silence, Theresa's trembling hands slowly unzipped the bag, revealing the lifeless body of Annabelle inside. Her eyes were frozen, her body cold. A single gunshot wound marred her otherwise flawless skin, a grim reminder of the violence that had taken her life.

yours: The ripper After reading, Valeria froze a cry of terror. She was livid and on the verge of nervous shock. She read the mail over and over again, in a vain attempt to avoid confusing reality with nightmare. What kind of murderous maniac did Valeria have to deal with? A ripper? There was no doubt! The first images of the movie "snuff" were eloquent: brutal, gloomy, chilling. Why more denominators? A less sensationalist newspaper than “La Noticia” would have thought that that tabloid film turned out to be an attack against good taste. A closed shot of the film showed the image of the fingers with the victim's fingerprints to verify that it was the same doctor – This was later demonstrat

And the appointment began. *Zayn* "Zayn I don't have time for this." I was starting to get pissed off by her attitude but I couldn't shake the feeling that this cold image was hiding something underneath. Before I could reply he ended the phone call, leaving me speechless. We hadn't talked after the weekend and truth is this was the first time all week that I had time to call her. I have been busy dealing with the Mexicans and their charade they were so persistent to keep up. Alec, Brandon and I have barely slept these days, let's not refer to the neglection of our needs. We still hadn't found the catch in all of this, but a clue had been given to us by one of their dealers which we captured

The girl that smelt of lavender, her shocking blue eyes and brown hair, she was the definition of perfect. -Skylar P.O.V- I woke up from my annoying alarm, I looked at the time and it was 5 am. As soon as I lifted my head my neck started to hurt, I got up and looked in the mirror to see two holes in my neck. Flashbacks from yesterday ran through my head, I had been attacked by a vampire. I walked into the bathroom doing my business and then into the shower, I washed my hair and body. As soon as I was done, I sat in the shower, letting my thoughts consume me. “Sky, you’re going to be late.” I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

She would be near family and away from the judging eyes of Glenville, Iowa. She turned her computer off and went to bed. She dreamt she had moved to a new city that had merged all five cities into one with the townsfolk of Glenville following her everywhere pointing and whispering ‘murderer.' She found herself in that room that she tried so hard not to remember. She was surrounded by blood and three dead faceless bodies with gunshots. She heard herself screaming even though she hadn't actually screamed at the time. The blood kept pouring out of the bodies where the gunshots were and began filling the room. The blood was pouring and pouring out, and she watched in horror as the puddle grew un

were his final words before he had closed the case. The culprit had been booked under the case of hit-and-run and nothing more. There was no mention of a powerful Drug lord that had secretly carried out this mission of revenge after he realized that one of the men he had working under him had turned out to be a spy working for the American intelligence group. My mind had been certainly disappointed at that because I was so keen that it was the only possible reality of the situation. I have had no open mind of accepting other possible outcomes.

This book includes the following: - Vulgar language - Violence - Sexual acts - Gore - Trigger words Please read with caution as this book is rated 18+ and must be read with caution. If you feel uneasy, please do not go on. You have been warned! This horror/thriller book has twists and turns; the main character is out to find the truth behind the events and will do anything to get to the bottom of it. Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world?

Couldn't stop seeing his face when he'd said"this one is dangerous" A minute passed. Five. Ten. Then she heard it. Footsteps on gravel. A door opening somewhere in the dark. Muffled voices— too low to make out the words. Then a pause. And Three gunshots. She clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Silence. Minutes that felt like hours. Then the driver's door opened. He slid into the seat. His hands were steady. His face was unreadable. But there was fresh blood on his shirt— not his, she could tell now, the way he moved, no wince— and his knuckles were raw.

The red LED on Miller’s detonator pulsed like a dying heart, a rhythmic, taunting glow that illuminated the betrayal etched into every line of his face. Verina stood frozen, the white-hot roar in her skull intensifying until the world around her felt like a fractured simulation, she could see the code dancing across her vision, strings of emerald light that mapped out the global financial secrets and lethal protocols buried in her very marrow. Miller, the man who had been her only tether to the law, was now holding a death sentence over Silas, and the air in the room was so thick with the scent of ozone and shattered glass that it burned her lungs.

Kill. I stalk over to the bed, the floorboards creakin' beneath my feet, but he doesn’t stir. I lean over him, my lips pullin' into a grin that feels too wide, too sharp. My mind buzzin', my body twitchin' with anticipation. I drag the blade across his throat in one swift motion, feelin' the warmth of his blood on my hands as it spills out. He gurgles, eyes wide with shock, but I’m already movin' on.