스릴러 Novels & Stories

Lets meet Swift ********* I need to present myself. But how? I have no idea and I have to solve it as soon as possible. Callum POV *********** These days I am confused. I feel something throbbing in the back of my mind. But I can't sort it out. I feel like something is stirring inside me. "Stephen". I called him who was sitting in his home office working on some files. "What is it, Callum"? He looked at me and put the pen aside. I must be looking upset.

"I limped, each movement a jagged reminder of my injury, as I pressed myself against the wall behind the door. I forced myself to be still, breathing shallowly, waiting for the right moment. The shadows moved past me, oblivious to the figure lurking in the dark. Once I was sure they'd moved on, I stepped out, raising the pistols and squeezing the triggers in quick succession. Muzzle flashes lit up the hallway, and the silence shattered, filled with the sharp crack of gunfire. Bullets tore through the air, and the only sounds were the echo of shots and the metallic rain of empty casings scattering across the floor.

She moaned, when he slipped her hands into her, looking for and finding her sensitive spot. "You smell so good… you're so wet, you're dripping." He groaned in satisfaction. " Gerald please…" Serena gasped, her body burning. She'd never done this before, didn't expect it to feel like this. It was too much. Gerald worked his slender fingers into her, milking her, her juice coating his fingers. His mouth still on her nipple, he sucked and tugged, while still thrusting his fingers to her. Serena shivered, her body feverish. Someone was making incorrigible sounds and she found to her dismay that it was her. She could feel herself soaring higher and higher, desperately needing a release. He could

He teases me, pulling away before he can reach my spot. His fingers continued their journey, the physical contact of him burns, sending fireworks up and down my abdomen. His hands snake around my back, unhooking my bra straps are slowly pulled down, leaving my shoulder bare. He plants a kiss up and down to my collarbones, his lips sending electrical waves through my body. I closed my eyes, letting my body be my main sense, feeling him move up and down my chest.

“What do they have?” Rachel answers first. “Motive mostly – the hospital slap and the threat about the Hudson River. As for the opportunity... that’s what they can’t quite pin down. They still have the security footage of Vincent in the garage the night Elaine died. They’re trying to build a conspiracy angle, suggesting you and Vincent coordinated it.”

No matter she was here for saving a life but her actions may charecterize as committing nothing less than a sin. Kyara fisted the bedsheet in her hand and closed her eyes tight freeing the tears from her eyes. Thankfully he wouldn't be able to see it since they were covered in a blindfold. The unlock of the zip bolted in her ears like a thunder and her complete body sizzled like a paper with anxiousness. Her hands become sweaty as she continuously rubs them to one another in order for heat to instigate. She found the soft bed dip beside her and Kyara thought her heart would stop beating. He wasn't the sort of person who believed in foreplay, Kyara thought.

she said,her mind racing in 10 different directions at once. She needed fresh air.She had to get out of there.All of this was just too strange for her to handle right now and way too coincidental. What were the chances that the girl in her vision and Marcus both referred to a supernatural entity known as ‘the lady in the shadows',both while speaking to her? She ran up the stairs.Her purse was still in Ethan’s bedroom. And then she heard it as she passed the portrait.Her name,as if set to a gentle,haunting melody…

I had always been one with books, but this wasn't the time for learning, so I cut him off. “What do you think would have caused this in the first place?" A prime question to get us started. Dr. Riley ordered Dr. Holmes with a few words of instruction before he turned to us. "Based on the scale and the number that are infected, it's something all of them share in common—the food. That's our likely guess. I have to go," he said, and he walked away. Harry sighed beside me. "This is definitely not a coincidence. But do you think the Ravens Fall did it? I mean, there's also a chance that hunters might have done it."

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’