Thriller の小説・ストーリー

Wait and I will use a cheap knife for killing them. I stood up from the bed and go to my comfort room to pee. It’s already 3:00 am, I realized it’s the devil hour and I got up from a shitty dream. I finished peeing and immediately go to my bed. I roamed my eyes around. Ace is my next target yet I can’t finalize my plan. It was too hard to think of a successful plan how to kill them all. I am running out of ideas. I think I need to watch some suspense, mystery, thriller movies to help me give ideas. It wasn’t my intention to classify horror movies as cheap.

A surge of a thousand tiny lightning bolts races through my body. He slowly moves his hand away from mine. "Touch yourself," he whispers in my ear as he rests his right hand on my other hip, slowly pulling me back against his c*ck to meet his subtle thrusts against me. I am so turned on I feel delirious and dizzy. I slide my hand under my black panties. I rub my cl*t in slow circles while arching my back against him, pressing his hard c*ck further against my ass. My mind goes blank as we grind against each other, my finger lost in the wet folds of my sex. His lips touch my ear, brushing a kiss on the outer shell, his breath becoming more ragged. I have never touched myself in front of someon

I rushed to my door, swiped the key card, and pushed it open. And then the air left my lungs. The room wasn’t mine anymore—it was a scene out of a nightmare. My mind couldn’t process what I was seeing. A scream tore from my throat, raw and primal, but I couldn’t stop it. A hand dangled grotesquely from the ceiling fan, blood dripping steadily onto the carpet below. The walls were smeared with crimson streaks, a horrifying mural. On the table, a human heart sat on a plate like some grotesque offering, illuminated by the dim light. Ashes were scattered across the floor in intricate, haunting designs.

Fury was a vicious curse. It could wake the sleeping demons inside you. Making you burn in fire and just like that you feel like scorching everything to ashes itself. A treacherous voice that leads you to demise. Sheer silence surrounded them as her heavy breathing was the only noise. He barely even blinked before the string of sanity snapped; what just happened registered inside his mind. Her eyes widened when a calloused hand wrapped around her delicate throat and her back was slammed into the wall knocking the breath out of her.

Thomas noticed that Bianca wasn't holding the paper tightly, he could jerk it off her hands. " You want to blackmail me?" Thomas said, moving closer to Bianca, trying not to look at the paper in order for Bianca not to notice his plan. He was about to stretch his hand, but he noticed Bianca suddenly folded the paper. She raised her hands like she wanted to scratch her hair, instead she put the paper inside her cloth. Thomas was shocked, " Can she read my thoughts? How did she know?" Thomas asked himself. He stood at a spot looking at Bianca carefully, something was different about her at the moment. She was standing uprightly but was still looking scared, her face was straightened and sh

Hunter said softly but determinedly. The room was thick with tension, the air almost suffocating with the weight of unsaid words and unacknowledged feelings. My mind raced, trying to process everything. These men, who had invaded every corner of my life, were now standing before me, refusing to let go. And as much as I wanted to walk away, a part of me—the part that had felt those forbidden thrills and dangerous desires—wondered if it was truly possible to escape their grasp.

So I try and hold the illusion for as long as I have to. “Because I think it’s time we ended this.” Cooper takes a step back inviting the master outside. The master looks at him suspiciously before walking out slowly. I notch an arrow and aim at him ready for the shoot. But something catches me unawares. “Natalie, I know you are out there somewhere watching me. Where are you?” I can feel him searching through my mind, I try to block him out. But I’m to late. Suddenly the master moves just as I realise the arrow. The arrow flies straight past him and hits the wooden door frame with a bang. Suddenly he screams,

After roaming the dark and eerie corridor, she knew she was in a terrible nightmare. Out of the blues and in a sharp twist of events, a large silhouette of a hand grabbed her neck. It swung her to the corner of the corridor, thrashing the shelves and spilling the books scattered on the floor. “Today you die”, a voice from the hand screamed. A sound loud enough to burst one's eardrum.

I took the male leads as I was still the only male in choir. “Off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead…O-off-off-off with your head…D-dance-dance-dance 'til you're dead….O-off-off-off with your head…… It's close to midnight…And something evil's lurking in the dark…Under the moonlight…You see a sight that almost stops your heart…You try to scream…But terror takes the sound before you make it (Heads will roll, heads will roll)…You start to freeze…As horror looks you right between the eyes…You're paralyzed…… 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night…And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike…You know it

"Oh I will tell her every single thing I saw! You are a disgusting piece of shit!" He grins deviously and grips my wrist. He whispers in my ear. "I love your little boy. I think he's a wonderful kid... I have this friend who does child trafficking for a living and he would be delighted when I give him Roy..." My heart stops, a cold chill running down my spine. I put on a tough face and try not to show that I am afraid. I look him in the eye. " Is that a threat?" He wiggles his eyebrows. "I was just saying..."