Thriller Teller Novels & Stories

The annual profits of one small-time arms dealer meant nothing to me, and the dividends meant even less. However, once the inquiry page loaded, everyone was shocked. The balance was a big, glaring zero. My brows pulled together. "Ha, zero! And here I thought you were so noble! You spent every single cent of the dividends in the account, yet you still brag about paying us back! You have a massive problem, Valentina. And you're still being so stubborn! You deserve to be kicked out!" Elena, believing she had caught me red-handed, mocked me relentlessly, not realizing that every word out of her mouth was about to become leverage against Matteo.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

I picked up my phone and looked at the text messages from the three women I had hired: *Rachel: The reporters loved my story. I cried on camera just like you told me to.* *Jennifer: My interview is trending on T*****r. #AlexThompsonScandal is everywhere.* *Michelle: I'm getting death threats from his supporters, but also a lot of support from people who believe me. This is working.* I had found them through a contact who specialized in... let's call it "reputation management." Women who were struggling financially, who were willing to lie for money, who had just enough acting ability to sell a fake story.

after all, everything was playing more perfectly than he expected. "Tell me more about this teller," Gunnar finally broke the silence, his voice low as a smirk crept on his lips. "Her name is Erica Sullivan. She works at Midtown Trust bank, teller # 7." Rene spoke calmly, as casually as possible. For the longest, Gunnar stared at him, studying his eyes, and then laughed faintly before saying, "I don't kill-" "Not asking you to." Rene cut him off, meeting his gaze. "I just need her to tell the truth."

I froze as another pain ripped through me. He noticed the puddle growing around me. His laughter broke through my shock. "Well, the drugs worked faster than I thought," he chuckled. "It seems you will be meeting your pups tonight!" His sinister eyes held mine as I realized what they had done to me. "No! Please, don't do this," I begged as tears streamed down my face. "It's happening," he sneered. "I have heard sex helps labor," he explained as he eyed me like I was prey.

I closed my eyes for a second before giving back a confident smile at the jury and started reciting my story just like how Xander and I had practiced last night. Everything was smooth until my last line and the audience gave me a round of applause. I saw the jury looked at my manuscript and nod slowly. I went backstage where all the other participants gathered. I was surprised the first participant went towards me, “your story was amazing! It’s very realistic and really a tragic one” she gushed and that made me smile shyly. “Thank you, your story was good too family centered stories are always touching.” I said sincerely and we both said good luck to each other as we wait for the announcemen

What the fuck is happening, I need to open my eyes and get the fuck out of here, I need to find my mate and mark her, make her mine. “They are under a spell”, The witch says, no shit Sherlock, No one would’ve thought of that. Just fucking undo it so I can move, I am starting to feel really agitated as she chants and I feel burning on my stomach as if someone was dropping wax on my skin. I feel Asher return and she starts healing me.

Samara beat Jai, causing Jai to blame his poor form on his "injury" We continue walking and my eyes light up when I see Faye, the fortune teller. Last year, she told me that my future was going to look up, due to my family becoming much closer and my grades returning back to their usual standard. What she said was true, Finn and I were closer than ever and my school work is almost better than it was, before everything. "No, not the fortune teller," Alec groans, much like he did last year. "I don't believe in any of that shit."

I looked back for a fraction of a second, but the figure had vanished into a dark gap between two driveways. I stood paralyzed for a beat, my ears straining against the howling wind. Nothing moved. Is it the therapy? The thought hit me like a splash of ice water. My therapist had warned me that hyper-vigilance from the stalking incidents could trigger auditory hallucinations when I was stressed. My mind was playing tricks on me. I was manufacturing threats in the dark. I broke into a jog, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as I reached our driveway. I burst through the front door, slamming it behind me and throwing the deadbolt into place.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.