Thriller Teller Novels & Stories

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 shrugged and placed his stethoscope below my breast, I felt exposed and almost squirmed at how heated Hunter’s gaze was on my body, I placed my hands on my chest to prevent him from looking at my nipple that could be traced out in the wet clothes that stuck to my body. “Can you recommend a very good therapist? I don't want her pulling this kind of stunt again, I can't afford to lose such big money without making use of it,” He stated, his statement created a pool of tears in my eyes, Jerking me and my traitorous body to the reminder that the only reason he cares about us is because of his money. “Yes, I have a friend who is a very good therapist, I will call her over. She is a therapist t

“Wait!” Decker’s expression did not change. “One finger,” he said. “For every silence.” Theron’s breathing turned ragged. Tony looked almost bored as he opened the folder. “We have Hale. We have Bennet’s clerk. We have Kellan’s messenger. We have intercepted notes, altered schedules, and your own words through the door.” He lifted his eyes. “You don’t get to deny involvement anymore.” Theron’s jaw worked. Decker waited. One second. Two. Three. Jared bent Theron’s smallest finger back until bone strained. Theron hissed through his teeth. “Silver Claw,” he snapped.

I folded my hands in tears, my voice breaking. How did I get myself into this situation? I asked myself repeatedly. “Your fingerprints are on the weapon you used to kill her. What do you have to say about that?” the officer asked. My eyes widened in confusion. None of it made sense. The room seemed to close in on me as I stared at the inspector, his words echoing in my mind. "My... my fingerprint? On what weapon?" My body trembled, my back aching even more. “Where were you before going to the penthouse?” the inspector asked, reclining back in his chair, cigarette now between his fingers.

“He's gotten what he wanted from you, and he'd left you and your pack at my mercy. Whatever you confess now does not matter to him because he thinks that he's escaped us all.” She steps closer to him. “You were used by him, Teller. And now that he'd gotten what he wants, you're useless to him.” “No!” “Teller, you are being stubborn about this, and that only shows how you have something to hide in the first place,” she shakes her head and then unclenches her fist. Teller stops writhing. He pants on his chair as if he's run a marathon, and sweats from every inch of his skin.

A bulletin about a convict who had escaped caught my attention. The newscaster in a maroon suite read out the bulletin swiftly in her Australian accent. The crawler at the bottom of the screen read out: Wanted: Rapist and Kidnapper with underlining psychiatric disabilities, Tylor Byers on the run! Tylor Byers? I clicked my tongue as the name rolled over it so smoothly. The name rings a bell but I don't remember how. Next thing I know, my picture is up on the screen. Huh? What the fuck is happening?

It wasn't a bite but it was a little satisfying. "Look what you've caused Sweet stuff." The talker returned with neck ties hanging on his shoulder. The driver went behind her and grabbed her hands. She struggled again but he held strong and pulled them together so the talker could tie her hands up. "This was supposed to be clean... no need to tie you up or seal your mouth with duct tape. But you turn around and do that. We never planned to hurt you or do anything like this. We just needed you to wait it out until he comes with the money. Like my friend said, it's not about you, it's about Tom. You should be furious with him." He spoke as he tied her hands. "I'm not just going to say this cau

I looked at Tyler who leaned down, his lips close to my ear as he whispered ”Be honest,” I don’t have and education, I didn't have a job besides the contract I had signed with her grandson that entailed I lap dance on a stranger and steal something. Which part of the truth did he mean I should tell her? ”I don’t have one,” I said and smiled at her. ”You don't have an education?” She spat. Her face disforming into an expression of disgust, making me feel lesser than ever. Her eyes were stone cold and I fought hard not too look away.

“, one of these men.” Mouth suddenly dropping, Chloe stared at the smiling, dashing men. “Who exactly, sir?” “The man in the middle is Amir Cook. He is the culprit.” Chloe did not know why her chest squeezed, but staring hard at his image just made it worse. “Pepper, this is not just about Natalie. We have some uncertainties, yet most probably true information about the illegal business of these men. Human trafficking.” Her eyes went back to Amir Cook. His smile was his best feature in the picture, then his eyes followed as they had their sparkle that just made his obvious clear skin and face structure look a lot better and it made her a bit jealous.“ Who are the others?”

That was not the issue. She traced her eyes to the road which was littered with papers and debris that flew around in the gentle breeze between our house and the next. The street was greenish-gold, illuminated by the almost fallen streetlamps that half revealed all things below them in an airy greenish-gold; Thaddeus spotted a man standing with his two hands up and another behind him, pointing a revolver just down the road. He saw all things in greenish gold but these men, in this situation was as clear as the brightest star in the darkest sky. He might be witnessing something more than what he thought it was; a murder. It was quite unbearable as it would be entertaining that it was occurrin