Thriller Novels & Stories

I go into the living room and lie down on the couch looking at the ceiling. So many questions going through my mind. So many thoughts. Who is that guy? Who shot him and why? Is it dangerous? Is he a drug dealer even though he looks like he came out of a Calvin Klein magazine? Was it the right decision to take him home? What if he gets up and kills me? What if he kidnaps me? What if sells me to someone? Oh my god, I read too many books on wattpad. This is no fictional word and I'm not a character in it.

Best part, he’s going to pay me $10 million to capture him as a tribute to the loss. Taking care to make my steps completely silent, I stepped behind a dumpster that smelled like a mix of rotten fish and other seafood. Why a vamp with a high sense of smell would want to be anywhere near this thing is anyone’s guess. As I rounded around the dumpster I began to hear soft moaning noises and I hoped I wasn’t about to witness anyone in a compromising position. The alley was only barely visible by the two red security lights and I was having trouble making out what was what. The ground was still wet from rain and it helped reflect some of the red light around. I passed a stack of wooden crates and

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

When she looked back, she was surprised to see that the girl was still following her. "Are you a stalker or something? Don't make me regret saving you! If you don't get going now, I will shoot you right here!" Stella threatened. "I know you're an assassinator, but you're a good person. A bad person would never have saved me, but you did. I know you can't hurt me. You're afraid I will implicate things for you, and you think I'm a spy, but I'm not. Please," "What? What do you know about me? That man I shot right in front of you is the second person I'm killing today, what makes you think I can't waste your life right now?!" She reeled.

Let's just say the Camorra will paint Los Angeles red with the blood of everyone I've ever communicated with since I stepped foot on this land, including their families and friends as well. I can't have that on my conscience. So after almost thirty seconds of my hand around her neck and watching her thrash, I slowly and reluctantly release my hold. She sputters and gasps like a dying engine trying to come back to life and all I do is walk out. I can't stand the sight of her anymore. I hear her following me, the relentless bitch. I'm sure she's going to spout some more threats. Well, bring it on, psycho, 'cause I'm ready.

The tension and worry suffocated every corner of the room. Jasmine’s heartbeat quickened as Mr. Merrick pointed a gun directly at her. “Mr. Merrick, you can’t do this to my daughter!” Thomas shouted, a mix of fear and anger boiling in his chest. Mr. Merrick sneered, his aim unwavering. “Why can’t I? This is my chance. Kinsley Hawthorne will feel my pain if your daughter disappears.” He tightened his grip on the gun and continued, “You just need to choose who I should take out first—your father or the man you love.”