Thriller Series Novels & Stories

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

“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.”

I repeat for clarity. "Absolutely, Isabella. I promised." I'm not a fan of the sly look Avery flashes me afterward, but I decide to let it slide for now instead of probing further. "Get ready to eat your words, Carter," I tell her as I snatch her tablet away. "Don't count your chickens yet, Vega. You've got a long way to go. Did I mention that After is part of a five-book series? Oops." Now I understand what was making me uneasy before.

Nico yelled, firing a shot into the air. I chuckled darkly as an idea formed. I wouldn't beg for something I created. "I'll return for all of your heads," I declared, a scoff escaping my lips. "I never issue empty threats." "We'll be ready for you, killer," he said, locking his gaze onto mine. With a smirk, I walked away and climbed into Luciano's car, setting my course for his mansion. It was time to step into my power as a Donna. I held the steering hard as pictures of the stingers, my family betrayed me. They committed a grave mistake and they knew it. I would kill all of them, I'll survive without them, I always survive. I will kill them all. Once a killer, always a killer.

The killer’s identity is currently unknown, though authorities insist they have several leads that they are following. Bull. Shit. They had ‘several leads’ on the Preying Mantis case, also, but none of them went by the name of Sarah Killian. They just always have to say that they have several leads, so that it looks like they are in control of the situation. Also, I suspect they hope it will make the killer nervous, so he’ll make a stupid mistake. I suppose that kind of tactic works on a lot of serial killers, but not the kind who end up working for THEM—which is why, I guess, there’s only thirteen of us.

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

That would be silly. In order to get hired by T.H.E.M., you first have to get on their radar. Kill five people without being identified or caught, and you’ve got T.H.E.M.’s attention, even if they don’t know exactly who you are yet. This earns you the label of a Recognized but Unidentified Serial Killer (R.U.S.K.), meaning T.H.E.M. has identified your killings are the work of one person, they just don’t know who you are. Kill ten people without getting caught, and T.H.E.M. will try to recruit you—obviously they’ll have to have identified you before they can recruit you, but T.H.E.M. is very good at identifying serial killers, so if you kill more than ten people without getting identified by

He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeance once and for all. "Tom, I've got a job for you." He then proceeded to give Tom the details. Starting that day Sarah's life is put under the microscope. He vowed to keep a close eye on her and never miss a beat. He is dogged at unraveling the skeletons in her closet. The detective that he hired tailed Sarah wherever she may go. Every hour he sends a report to Mark to update him on her whereabouts. Not satisfied, he also posted a bounty on her head. He shared this ad in all the social media platforms knowing full well that this would make her life miserable. These hunters will turn the world upside

Her Dad's stepmother, the legal wife of Patriarch Li, schemed and plotted his mother's death with a group of thugs. Low-born and raised in dark alleys, the thugs had zero principles and no morals. As individuals with no bottom line, seeing a beautiful and graceful woman, awakened other thoughts in their vile minds. The thugs performed unmentionable deeds before fulfilling their mission and killing Li Chen's mother. In a twist of fate, the young Li Chen that was still grieving, overheard his stepmother gossiping with a group of friends on how she took care of his mother.

It had been a few days since the call that had unraveled Keith’s nerves. He had decided not to quit, which was good news for everyone. The one problem was that he wanted answers that no one could give him. He had asked Lindsay so many questions that she finally threatened to call Wren to come and speak with him if he did not stop. Keith had been asking everyone he was near about Agent Gold and his job. The answers he had received included the head of alien autopsies, a hitman, and a government cleaner who would eliminate all problems and people by any means necessary. The threat of calling Wren to talk to Keith if he did not stop asking questions made him stop instantly.