Thriller Villa Novels & Stories

Villa placed the key into the door but as Claire passed behind her Villa got a very familiar scent in the air, she turned to look at the blue pickup, in the mirror she saw the person glance back at her, bingo! Villa jumped into the small rental car and raced off after her. Claire saw the smoke from the tires of the car Villa drove and knew she was busted, she geared down and floored the accelerator, in the back under the sail the coffin slid and hit the back hatch, Claire faintly heard Skyler yell but she just had to bare with it, if Villa catches up it's tickets for them, the only one Villa won't persue is Vlad, all others are fair game to her.

He was pissed since Mico hadn’t called meaning he hadn’t heard back from his people. Walking into his room, Mico was on the phone near the window. Bobby opened his bag of chips, he munched on them until Mico was down on the phone. Mico turned to face him but didn’t look too happy. “There is only one Villa, and it’s guarded. No one can go near it.” Mico said putting his phone down. “My contact has tried getting close to it but was told the next time they see him there; he will be killed. DeMarco does own it, so I am guessing that is where Beth and possibly where Abby is.” Mico said clearing his throat. “There is one more thing. Brenda is alive, and she was spotted in the city with Ryan an hou

It was silent and honestly a bit creepy. She parked, her heart thumping. She gripped the pepper spray in her pocket—a "just in case" gift from Jasper—and stepped out. The main door of the villa was wide open, pitch black inside. "Diego?" she called out, her voice shaky. No answer. She took a step inside, fumbling along the wall for a light switch. The moment her fingers brushed the panel... Click. The whole villa plunged into total darkness. Even the moonlight was blocked by heavy curtains.

"They died fighting for our family. But they're dead because of you. Because of your sick need for revenge." "And that's going to be your end, Felix," she stepped closer, close enough to smell his expensive cologne. "I'm going to destroy you from the inside out. I'm going to take everything you love and burn it to ash." "Is that a threat, wife?" "It's a fucking promise, husband." They stared at each other across the space between them, two predators circling, waiting for first blood. "Vincent," Felix said quietly, never taking his eyes off Muna. "Return our guests to their rooms."

“Someone vetted her. HR signs off on the staff rotation, especially for the villa. I don’t pay attention to names unless they’re stealing or breaking things.” Calla narrowed her eyes. “Well now she’s breaking things. Namely, my trust and emotional stability.” Madden sighed following her as she stormed into the house. But once they got in, the quietness of the villa struck them. It was too quiet. The kind of quiet that no mansion should ever have unless everyone had been murdered or was up to something. Madden spotted one of the maids arranging fresh towels near the stairs. “You,” he barked. “Where’s Mira?”

Seven Days "Three days until the villa opens." Carlo's voice cut through the safehouse kitchen, where Livia stood making coffee that tasted like burnt regret. She turned, finding him hunched over his laptop at the table, eyes red from staring at screens. "You've been up all night," she said. "Clara sent the crime scene photos. Been analysing them." He turned the laptop around. "Look at this." Livia set down her mug, leaning over his shoulder. The screen showed thermal imaging of the villa's wine cellar—rows of racks, stone walls, and one corner that glowed a different temperature.

Eli. I walked down the stairs, boots hitting the metal stairs in steady thuds, each step filled with a silent fury. My men flanked me without needing instruction. I didn’t have to speak. They knew. You don’t take from Ricci and expect a thank-you. The black SUV was already waiting, sleek and armored. I climbed in, settling into the back seat like a king in a war chariot. One of my men passed me a tablet. “Surveillance footage,” he said. “From the villa’s perimeter. We caught this.”

Colton couldn't hold back any longer, feigning a scan of the villa's entrance. Sean's expression remained steady. Meanwhile, the Jackel family members let out mocking chuckles. "Take him down!" Miller commanded the thugs, refusing to entertain Sean any longer. But just then, a loud crash echoed from the entrance of the villa, catching everyone off guard. In the next instant, soldiers armed with rifles burst in, surrounding the villa from all sides. The dark barrels of their rifles were pointed at all the Jackels present. Terror seized everyone, and their faces paled.

“He’ll be here. His flight got mixed up and he’s catching the next one to New York.” He nodded in understanding and whipped his head to face the road. “Buckle up people, you’re about to get the ride of your life!” “Coleus no!! There’s a child in this car!” Before I could successfully complete my plea we were sprinting down the road. No matter how much I tried to defer the chilly feeling that caked at my spine, the feeling persisted. Was I ready to face Cormac and Ava? Could I even do this? Carry out my revenge?

That I was walking back into the lion's den with my throat bared. But the pull… the pull was a physical force now. A taut wire connecting my sternum to some point ahead in the darkness, reeling me in. The closer we got, the warmer the coal in my chest became, a low, insistent burn that was equal parts agony and anticipation. The villa was exactly as I’d pictured it from the address: isolated, modern, all sharp angles and glass, perched on the edge of the cliffs like it was about to take flight. Lights blazed from the lower floor. The upper floors were dark.