서스펜스 Novels & Stories

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Did Hazel have something to do with this? *****

On my walk back to the apartment, I read through the paper. It had a list of ingredients, a drawing of a pentagram with mathematical looking symbols in it, and, as would be proper for any insane black magic spell, a chant to go along with it. However, to my surprise, it was in English. The first task was to find a nexus point. Scratch that. The first task was to figure out what the hell a nexus point was.

SERRA “Last twenty-sixth day of August, Bruce Collins committed suicide. On September eighth, as Silverio University celebrates its twenty-fifth Anniversary an accident happened that involved the death of SU’s nightingale, Suzy Williams. Days later, a video turned viral online with bloody pictures of the two students. The video was ended with a bloody question ‘Who’s next?’. A week after, twenty-first of September, the famous shampoo endorser Victoria Solis was found dead in her room at SU’s dorm. Speculation circulated that the three deaths are connected. The netizen’s question is, is there a murderer inside SU’s University?”

Seeing her ordering wine Devian interrupted, "it is not good for you to have wine" "Oh Devian you care so much about me" Susan leaned on his shoulder. Soon after, she was pushed away by him. "Watch yourself and don't get drunk." Saying that Devian got up. "Are you leaving me here?" Susan said in a seductive voice. "I've to make an urgent call" Devian said. "Dean watch over" he added while walking out. He just wanted to stay away from this woman! After about 10 minutes Dean rushed to him, "director, Miss Hayes..."

“What’s going on? You’ve been in here a while.” “Well, Xavier was just letting me know dinner was wrapping up.” The lie rolled off my tongue before I could think, and I managed a small smile to make it more convincing. “I was also lost in our little discussion that I lost track of time.” Frank looked at me for a moment like he found something blue in what I said and then Xavier, I couldn’t read the plain expression he had, it was the kind of look that made you think he had some suspicious thoughts. My pulse hammered in my ears but I held his gaze, kept my shoulders lose and held on to the smile.

Catherine's world, codified and structured. On day thirty-one—one month since the apocalypse began—Sarah made a discovery. "I've been scanning frequencies," she said, pulling Maya and Daniel aside. "Most are dead. But I'm picking up something. Faint, intermittent, but it's there." "What is it?" Daniel asked. "Emergency broadcast. Automated. Originating from Colorado." Sarah pulled up the signal on her equipment. "NORAD. The military bunker in Cheyenne Mountain." "They survived?" Maya felt hope spark.

“The conspiracy is subtle. The curse is cunning. One misstep could destroy lives, the estate, and the mansion’s balance. You must detect both the human betrayal and the supernatural influence, and respond without yielding to fear.” Samkelo approached the monitors, scanning each line of communication, every financial record, and subtle behavioral shift among employees. The patterns were intricate: deliberate misdirection, disguised threats, and small acts designed to destabilize the empire gradually. At the same time, faint ripples of supernatural energy pulsed through the room, the remnants of Sipho’s unfinished ritual feeding on fear, hesitation, and ambition.

My breath hitched. I spun around. Caden was leaning against the closed door, his arms crossed, a lazy half-smile on his lips. His eyes, those sharp, dark eyes, were fixed on me. And they weren't just seeing Maeve, the maid's daughter. They were seeing something else. "Looking for this?" he asked, holding up a gleaming silver watch between his thumb and forefinger. It glinted in the soft light from the window. My blood ran cold. He'd had it all along. He'd sent me in here just to trap me. "You... you had it," I whispered, my voice trembling.