Writing A Thriller Novel Novels & Stories

If I wanted to cut my losses, the only option was to write something new, fast. I sat down at my desk, cleared my head, and gripped my pen. The Gemini tattoo on my back started to heat up, like something inside me was about to break loose. Nothing I could write would be more suspenseful than what I was living through, so I poured everything into the story. I wove what happened in my last life into the plot. There was no way Bryan could have lived through the same thing as me. After a week, I finished an 80-thousand-word novella. I called Samuel over and handed him the manuscript in person.

“No, not at first. But he’s getting more used to handing over his writing for me to take a look at. He’s getting more proud of his work. I see it every day.” “Is he writing other stuff as well, or just the dirty scenes for you?” I’d been wondering about that. He always had one chapter written for me after college, without fail, but I know what he’d said before, when talking about the writing process. He said it ate you up a lot of the time when the words started flowing, and they wouldn’t stop. You were possessed for hours. I’m sure one chapter that good would take a long time to get so perfect, but I didn’t know… I just felt like there might be something more he wasn’t showing me yet… maybe

I took a step backward, my legs buckling and hands shaking as I attempted to open the pages and show him the letter before he wrapped his hand around my neck. I managed to pull it out and held the written part facing him, and that is when he stopped advancing. A low growl left his mouth as he snatched it from my hand and sent the novel falling on the floor. "Get. In. My. Office. Now." He was seething, the words leaving his mouth through his clenched teeth. I ran inside, bumping into Thelma's side as my adrenaline shot up. Had I made a mistake bringing the letter to him? I thought, as he picked up the novel, but there was no taking it back.

I felt like the main character in a thriller, where everything that looked beautiful hid a deep darkness. How could I have been so naïve? This question haunted my mind. I never imagined that Eric, whom I always considered my protector, could now be the greatest threat in my life. All of this was truly unexpected. With every passing second, suspicion filled my thoughts more and more. I had to change my mindset. This was not just about seeking the truth; it was about protecting myself and Serena from lurking dangers. With every piece of information I obtained, I became increasingly aware that I could no longer trust anyone, especially those closest to me.