Thriller Teller Novels & Stories

You could feel the change in the air - suddenly heavy, toxic, like everyone had realized they were holding a hand grenade with no pin. Thronebearer was the first to speak. He always was. “Another spy,” he repeated, rolling the words around like a bad aftertaste. “How… disappointing.” His iron crown caught the light, casting jagged shadows across the scratched oak table. He tilted his head toward the Gatekeeper, his tone clipped. “Who?”

Halata mo ang pag alala sa mukha nya pero duda parin talaga ako di lo alam kung bakit tsaka isa pa pano nya nalamang nasa hospital ako? "Ah wala po investigator." Pagsisinungaling dahil takang Taka talaga ako kung paano nya natunton kung saan sa bohol ang pinuntahan ko.Ang alam ko lang ay ang sinabi ko sa kanya ay ang pagbabakasyon ko sa bohol pero jindi nya alm kung san sa Bohol!Hindi kaya?HINDI PWEDE NA PINASUSUNDAN NYA KO O SINUSUNDAN NYA KO?nakakapagtaka tlga eh?

At first, I thought she was timid and would probably get her petite self eaten in that classroom full of hungry sharks, but she proved herself and she proved me wrong. "Before I begin, I'd like to ask a question. Debby, when you hear the tale of Dordin, what do you think of?" Oh, no! She didn't. "Um, Tyler Durden?" The class burst into laughter. "What's that?" Mrs. Grassroots asked, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "It's not a what, it's a who." I corrected, not having any of their ignorance. "Boooooooo," "You maggots seriously haven't seen the narrator movie or Pursuit of Happiness, even Fight Club 3?" I asked, surprised at their lack of ‘knowledge’.

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

he greeted, trying to sound less tired, less stressed, less grief stricken. “I warned you.” The auburn-haired man blanched, gripping the phone tightly in his large hands, fear flooded into his chest, spreading a chill down his arms. He inhaled. “I di' nothing,” he said through gritted teeth. “Tut tut, now this isn't going to work if you lie to me, boy,” the man on the other end of the phone’s voice turned seedy, sickly sweet with that undertone of threat that was not lost on Malachi.

" Everyone around us—doctors, nurses, and other families—stared and whispered. They thought I was some monster who would sacrifice his own mom for money. I looked at my relatives, who were guilt-tripping me, and at Edmund, who was still playing the victim. I was suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion and a sense of absurdity. Right then, the ER doors swung open. The doctor stepped out, mask in hand, and asked sternly, "Who is the patient's family?" "I am! I'm her son!" Edmund yelled, racing forward. "The patient got help just in time, and she's safe now," the doctor said. Then, he paused and gave us a strange look. "However, the tests we did on what was left in her stomach showed she didn't dr

It was already there, waiting for me to let go of everything and embrace it. … A month later, I received an email from the private investigator. The subject line was just one short paragraph. "Mrs. Moretti was confirmed to be one of the main driving forces behind the Bianchi family's bankruptcy. All evidence has been gathered and can be sent over to the Lucias for processing." I stared at the email for a long time. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but in the end, I typed only one word. "Okay." Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

After getting fresh I removed my shirt and lay down beside her. Soon she comes close to my and put her head on my chest.. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes... But sleep is far away from me. I tried to sleep many times but got failed. So I got up and opened my laptop and started checking the mail my detective sent me about the bastard Hunter Sullivan.. I start reading some important information about the bastard.. He has illegal drugs store. He has illegal weapons companies. He is involved in women selling.. Reading those I fist my hand in anger..

The silence between us thickened as he placed the phone on speaker, allowing me to hear the entire conversation. “I’m investigating the murder of Sara Sills,” a voice said. “I have reason to believe you have a dangerous animal in your camp. One that you use as a weapon.” The voice sounded like a reporter, fishing for details. Someone had given him a lot of information already. “Who told you that?” Brodie asked, his voice shaking with anger. “An anonymous source. I’m running the story tonight, with or without your comment. So, is it true?” He sounded so standoffish. Not at all like he needed Brodie’s cooperation. I couldn’t help but worry how much of the truth he actually knew.