Thriller Series Novels & Stories

I walk away with no emotion to find a hiding place. I have killed 20 people at this point and I’ve still not been caught. I leave the school and head back to Dead Man’s Woods. The police are now involved so it’s best I stay hidden. I’ve revenged the people who broke me. I have had my thrill of blood. The next step I need to think carefully about. It is getting close to the evening and I am still thinking about my plan for my next kill. I think this will need to wait until night time.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

“Routine is predictable.” “So the killer knew it,” Quinn said. “Or studied it,” Damian added, quieter now. Quinn kept reading. “Financials?” “Messy,” Mark replied. “Offshore accounts.” “Not random,” Damian muttered. Quinn closed the file halfway. “No forced entry. No theft. This wasn’t about money.” “They came for him,” Damian said. Quinn looked at him. This time, she didn’t disagree. Mark placed another file beside it. “Two more cases. Same pattern.”

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

“Yes, a throuple. It’s a threesome and a couple called a throuple. Or do you prefer to use triad to describe it?” “How do you know about this?” she asks, hands on her hips. “I read romance novels, and I know things,” I proudly state. “Maybe you should start sharing your books with me,” she teases. “I can’t have you know more about my sexual conquests than I do.” “Crap! Look at the time,” I screech. “We need to pack and be downstairs in an hour, and I still need to shower.” “Go shower. I’ll pack for the both of us,” she offers. “Just don’t be surprised when some of your new clothes fly home with me today.”

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

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.’