Thriller Novels & Stories

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.

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

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

Third party pov Lily stood in the dimly lit room, her heart pounding against her chest like a prisoner desperate to break free. She knew she shouldn't be here, shouldn't be entertaining the forbidden thoughts that danced through her mind like flames in the darkness. But as Hayden's lips met hers in a kiss that sent shockwaves through her body, she couldn't help but succumb to the irresistible pull of desire.

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,

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

"You haven't slept in two days." "There are no useful clues at the scene," Theron said, rubbing his temples. "Melted silver, traces of holy light, and that damned pile of ash. The killer was a professional." "Theron, we need to talk about Cerys." "Her again?" Theron’s head snapped up, his eyes blazing. "I don't care where she is! For all I care, she can rot!" "She's been missing for seven days…" "She's blackmailing me! She thinks this will force my hand?" Theron stood and paced the office. "I told you, I only care about one thing—Lilith's Blood Moon Festival!"

He teases me, pulling away before he can reach my spot. His fingers continued their journey, the physical contact of him burns, sending fireworks up and down my abdomen. His hands snake around my back, unhooking my bra straps are slowly pulled down, leaving my shoulder bare. He plants a kiss up and down to my collarbones, his lips sending electrical waves through my body. I closed my eyes, letting my body be my main sense, feeling him move up and down my chest.