Thriller Teller Novels & Stories

She pulls her hand away after noticing my discomfort. “I think there is a mistake. I am not pregnant. I know it”. I say to her with a nervous smile. How can she say that I am pregnant? I have not experienced any signs of pregnancy. I don’t think I am pregnant. She is a fortune teller, not a physician. How can she be so sure?

In the text, they threatened to kill her family and the time frame matches the time I received a message from her asking for help. "The killer you hired confessed, Alpha Knox, and he provided proof." The leech crouched in front of me and showed me videos and pictures where a man I haven't seen before was beaten beyond recognition and he was confessing that it was me who hired him. He also showed some bank statements from my account that I paid him.

She just gestured to the seat across from her. I sat down, my body vibrating with a nervous energy I couldn't suppress. My wet hair dripped onto the table, but I didn't care. "I have the drive," I whispered, leaning in so the two tired-looking men at the counter couldn't hear us. "It’s all in here. The warehouse fire, the money laundering, the murder of the guard. And Marcus Thorne’s real testimony."

“Oh, come on. You know me, Raja. I like to have a little fun, but I’d never outright use you. What’s the point? I’d miss watching you lose your mind over him.” Raja wanted to retort but a phone ring disrupted their bickering. He irritatedly look at the callers ID but it was anonymous. Still, he get the urge to pick it up. "We have Tales," the voice said immediately, their tone cold and sinister. "If you don’t come to us, we’ll kill him." Raja's face darkened when he heard the news. "And who do you think you are to threaten me?!" The other line laughed. "Go on then. Drop the call. And your boytoy will be forever gone."

The aura this red-eyed man was emanating was too much for my poor soul. Listening to what my father said, I realized he was in debt, once again! Now that he had no money, what was he going to trade? I wondered as I thought back to a pendant of mine he had almost snatched when he was in debt, claiming it could also pay his debt. That day was a day worth recalling… “And what are you going to use to pay me? Be quick about it, my patience is so little,” Mr. red eye said, and I noticed the nonchalant expression he had on. One look at that expression told me that killing was a piece of cake for him.

" The crowd erupted. The Enforcer immediately caught the detail and strode forward. He grabbed Stella, who was panicking and trying to slip away. "Sorry, Stella. I need to check." The Enforcer reached out and gently pulled down the collar of her white coat. A crescent-shaped silver scar, identical in size, shape, and color to the one in the video, was revealed for all to see. Head Elder Harrison, who had been so confident and imposing just moments ago, went pale and rigid.

The shock of the revelation coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to act swiftly, to protect him at all costs. As I examined the paper more closely, my eyes widened in disbelief. There, right beside the letter, was a bank teller displaying a staggering amount of money. It was a substantial sum, a payment made to the anonymous assassins responsible for targeting Martin. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

I asked. She showed me the screen. A photograph of her. From this morning. Taken through a high powered lens, the red glow of a sniper’s scope faintly visible in the reflection of the window she’d stood beside. My blood iced over. Underneath the image was a caption: “Tell the detective I never miss twice.” Myra stared at the photo, her jaw clenched tight enough to crack. “That means…” I began, stepping toward her. “He had a shot,” she said. “And he didn’t take it.”

One grabbed my arms, the other covered my mouth, and they hauled me into the car. The car sped off like it was fleeing a crime scene. The windows were heavily tinted. It was pitch black outside, and so quiet in the car that I could hear my own heartbeat. I tried a line in Canverlian. "I'm broke. No money." They would surely realize that I was just a useless, poor female student. That was when a kidnapper slowly spoke, each word thick with an accent, "Hel-lo. No… need money. I… have a salary. Thank you."

Vee Hale waited in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse like a ghost from their darkest nightmares, her once-perfect appearance now shattered by bruises and fear. Elara’s heart pounded as they approached her, the air thick with the smell of rust and betrayal. Vee held up a flash drive with trembling fingers, her voice barely above a whisper. “This proves everything. The real killer. The one pulling all the strings.” The promise in her words felt like a lifeline and a trap at the same time, making Elara’s stomach twist violently.