Thriller Villa Novels & Stories

Marco's Pov In a desperate bid to save her beloved daughter, Leonara spilled everything. She laid bare the truth of her past: her journey with the Stingers, the choices that led her to this moment, and her ultimate plan to seize control of the house. "She was part of a group called the Stingers. They kill bad people for money. They hate the Mafia, but they’ll still work for them if the price is right. Reina wouldn’t have come here to take over unless she had some kind of plan—maybe revenge against someone. She doesn’t forgive betrayal easily. What do you think will happen to me if she finds out you know this much about her?"Leonara’s breaths came fast and shallow, her fear palpable as she st

A weekend with Kyle in his mansion made me butterfly flap wings in my stomach and also gave me the chills. I emptied all the contents of the bag on the ground, with the mindset of not seeing any lingerie. Imagine my shock when one of the bags contained three different types of lingerie, all of them being top-tier Victoria's secret brands. I decided to go with the black set of one piece of white lacy bra and thong with butterfly clasp.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

“Now, for the Breaking News! A mythological winged creature suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tried to attack a marketing executive who just came out of a coffee shop in Fifth Avenue Makati. Security cameras in the area revealed that the said creature seemed to be a half-woman with the wings of a bat. As for the motive why the young lady is attacked by the manananggal, the police investigators are not yet able to search for an answer to the question as we speak. The name of the lady is withheld upon her request. This is Angelica Cruz reporting."

Lee said. “Boss, one of your villa was exploded. It was said that the heiress of Thompson’s family was visiting you and she was affected by the explosion. They found three other bodies, one that is burnt so badly that there will not be any way possible for the person to survive, the other two are male, one of the males was more burnt than the other,” a security guard that had been stationed to keep an eye on the villa from the office reported.

~~~~ [DEATH•VILLA] This villa was located in the forest,very far from the main city with trees as it's companion. The forest was so dark,with cried of owls and movements of animals. Wide animals played around the front part of the villa. The exterior decor of the villa was so scary and horrifying. People's eyes were playing on the floor and arms, legs,even heads of their recent victims were hanged on the walls of the outer decor with blood making the drip drip sound. The pathway into the villa was blood-filled making it impossible to get in without stepping in the damn blood.

He could try his luck—and for now, he could still suppress the urge. He went to the third villa and continued killing. He stormed through eight villas in succession, killing a total of thirty‑one people. Every villa had women inside, but every single one of them had been abused beyond recognition. Ray had no interest in them at all.

The kind that belonged to people who didn’t knock first. Her breath locked in her chest as the sound drew closer, heavier, deliberate…like predators closing in. Like agents about to kick the door in and read her rights before she even had time to scream. Someone else had found the villa. And they were here. Hold on…could it be?

I hugged her tightly and curled up in the corner. "Open the door! Is anyone in there? "Sir, the villa's water and electricity have been cut off. This camper van has its own power system, so you must be inside. Please, we haven't eaten all day, and we're cold and hungry. After we leave, we'll pay you double." It was Randall's voice. He thought the villa's owner was hiding inside. "Yeah, we won't eat much. This snow and hail won't stop anytime soon. If you don't let us in, we'll freeze to death in the villa, and then you'll be the murderer!" Tessa's voice was threatening.

"The villa assault… it's not about the prototype anymore. It's a race. We need to get to Marcus and that case before the cleaner does, because once Marcus has served his purpose, he'll end up on a jetty with a knife in his side, and every secret he carries dies with him." The stakes had just telescoped into something even more horrifying: they were no longer just recovering stolen property or clearing a name, but scrambling to intercept a secret before it was permanently deleted from the world—along with the man who carried it. The shadows by the jetty had deepened, swallowing not just a courier, but any remaining illusion of order or rules. They were in the kill box now, and the only way ou