Thriller Teller Novels & Stories

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

I was about to end somebody’s life, I had to be frightened. Upon arrival in Newtown, doubt crept into my subconscious. It actually woke me up as I began asking myself ‘what on earth am I thinking’. My hands began shaking and they were covered with dampness. I became unconsciously too awash with the sinful deed I was about to engage in and for a moment, I sat in the car motionless. My head was overwhelmed with guilt because in all honesty, there was no bad blood between Naledi and I. Our only beef was Billy. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I knew I had to accomplish the mission. He once again coached me on what to do and what to avoid. He opened the lid of his cabin and pulled out what

"I stepped nervously into the mansion, wondering what Chief wanted to discuss. I made my way down the hallway and knocked softly on his door. 'Come in,' his deep voice resonated from within. I entered, and Chief secured the door with a remote, his movements swift and deliberate. He was tying a towel around his waist, his gaze fixed intently on me. 'Good evening, Chief,' I greeted, attempting to hide my unease. 'You're doing great,' he replied, approaching me with an unsettling smile. 'I know you sent for me,' I ventured, growing increasingly uncomfortable under his leering gaze, which seemed fixated on my cleavage. 'Yes, it's been over a week, and I haven't received any payment from you,' Ch

Damien leaned forward, voice low and steady, the coach’s authority wrapped around something fiercer, more personal. “We’re winning,” Damien said, eyes locked on the sponsor. “That’s the only narrative that matters. Three wins and a clean sheet since going public. Numbers don’t lie. The fans are responding. Merchandise sales are up. Engagement is through the roof. The brand is stronger with authenticity than with forced silence.”

There was a hidden threat in the way he said her name. "I don't know but I'm feeling like you want to get rid of me. There's a possibility that you lured those guys by making them say all this while setting the prize as their freedom. Once they did as you told them. You killed them so none of us could confront them," She said innocently. Hunter abruptly closed his eyes as he rubbed his forehead in annoyance. For a second he felt his tongue wasn't in his control and he was about to say yes. She must be using her magic on him to make him speak the truth.

My heart was thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird and my pants felt way too tight, and every single time she moved her leg against mine, it sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my gut that made it hard to even think straight. I looked at the messy screen on the dashboard where the news was scrolling in big, scary red letters about the palace falling down, but then a new window popped up in the corner and made my stomach do a total backflip. TARGETS: DARIUS WOLFE / IRIS CALDER. REWARD: $50,000,000. LETHAL FORCE OKAY.

"Let's test that theory." "Wait! Storm, listen—" He never finished the sentence. I pulled the trigger. The suppressor muffled the shot to a dull cough. Quinn's scream wasn't muffled at all as the bullet tore through his thigh. "That's for the fortune teller," I said calmly. "The one you hired to convince my father I was cursed. The lie that got me exiled at twelve years old." Quinn writhed on the floor, chains preventing him from reaching the wound. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and viscous.

Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors. I moved towards the caller by the wall. I pressed a button. "Bring a bucket of water" My new phone pinged with a notification. Must be the information I asked for. I brought out my phone, his voice fading into the background. The therapist's information displayed on the screen. I tapped on it. * NAME : Aurora Hayes *AGE: 23 years I paused. Twenty three? Wasn't she too young to be a therapist. I frowned but continued reading. * EDUCATION: None.

I smiled sweetly, although the situation was anything but. “Please don’t kill me, I’ll tell you who they are. I’ll tell you everything.” I chuckled, pulling out my Glock. “No need, I already know who they are,” I said, my eyes menacing as I pulled the trigger. One. Two. Three

You effectively become a machine with one task: follow the money. I’ve mastered it to the point that I sometimes feel like a ghost in my own skin. They call me The Ledger for a reason—I’m precise, cold, and effective. I’ve never failed before, and I won’t start now that I’m finally working the operation targeting the same people who took everything from me. There will be no mercy once I have the evidence. That includes Theresa Nalila and her golden boy, Ron.