Good Suspense Novels & Stories

Osiris The SUV is parked a good distance from the pack house, hidden under the cover of trees. My fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel as I watch the road, waiting for the signal. My gut is twisted into knots—this whole situation is fucked. I know she’s terrified, hell, I’d be scared too if I were in her shoes. But there’s no time for hesitation. Darius is a ticking time bomb, and we have to act before it’s too late.

except, if everyone had died alone and Andrew didn’t follow him . One of them was next. 10:00 PM They stopped several feet short of the security office, at the pool of water slowly spreading down the hall from the now-dark room, a dark room lit by intermittent, arcing sparks flickering eerily here and there, over Sue’s slumped form and her chair and the floor. The servers sparking. And from here, though Deyquan couldn’t tell for sure, it looked like Sue’s head was buried in the computer monitor’s screen, as if something had smashed her face into it.

It didn't feel like depression. It felt like she was running in a long, narrow tunnel, with no end in sight and nothing but darkness all around her. And she was so terrified that if she didn't do something soon, or if nothing changed, she'd never find her way out. The change she needed came one sweltering morning, two days before Christmas, when trouble showed up on their doorstep in the form of Gordon and Peterson, waving a warrant of arrest for Austin as soon as he opened the front door.

She wouldn't be doing this if she weren't desperate. 'She hasn't slept well, but what about me?' I thought. That night, after a round of schmoozing, I was walking past the karaoke bar's back alley when I saw a bunch of lowlifes cornering Sarah against a wall. They were hurling abuse and trying to rip her clothes off. I could not just watch. I stepped in and took those goons down. Sarah was a wreck, her eyes wide with fear and shock. That scene haunted my dreams for days, leaving me feeling choked up inside.

Robin wanted to input another code, but he stopped when he noticed something. He noticed they were trying to trace his IP address, so he quickly locked it and picked up his binoculars immediately. He loomed through it towards the building only to see lots of men in black suits coming out of the gate. His eyes dilated. "Shit!" He quickly shut down his computer realizing that his location could have been discovered. He packed everything into his bag pack and glanced at his motorbike, glancing in the direction of the building, he could already hear footsteps approaching.

-Skylar- I walked through the long dark hallway; I didn't know where I was. I could smell chemicals, instantly I could tell I was at the hospital. I walked towards the end of the hallway, finding a room. There was a back faced towards me, a man crying into the girl’s body, I looked closer to see I was on the bed with Aspen next to me. I jerked forward as I felt a hand touch my shoulder, I looked behind me to see my dead cousin, Drake. “Drake?” he nodded, pulling me into a hug. “What’s going on?”

She heard the sound of the river nearby and the sound of the wind brushing against her skin and the sound of Sisi screaming- She halted. Her heart stopped and her lungs felt like severed from inside. She turned and saw Sisi flying and landed on the ground, her back hit the root of the tree. She groaned in pain, leaning on the trunk. Her deep blue eyes now looked dark as she stared at the Reaper. The Reaper was looking at Sisi, it's teeth was welcoming and smelled like rot. The others also stopped and gasped, looking at the Reaper in horror.

No one would think it wasn't Jackson Whyte speaking on the phone. The regular cursing and nonchalant attitude of the race car driver were intact. 'He's upset the whole group, got the boss and Xerxes angry, yet he takes his precious time to get here. Huff, when I get that idiot…' Unfortunately, he had to be patient and wait. This area had beautiful scenery but he was not in the mood to admire the environment. He sighed and rested on his car. "Freeze! Hands up!" Reflexively pulling his gun, Dizon pointed it at the man who spoke but froze when he saw four other guns pointed at him.

Merrick continued, drawing their bodies closer. Mr. Hawthorne waited, his mind racing to figure out what Mr. Merrick would do next. Suddenly, a movement at his chest startled him. Reflexively, he looked down and found the tip of a gun pointed directly at his chest. “Then you must die, Kinsley Hawthorne.” The sound of the gunshot erupted. The bullet flew in a brief and inevitable moment, piercing directly through the center of Mr. Hawthorne’s chest. Sharp pain followed, spreading throughout his body. His eyes widened, and he slowly stepped back before being supported by Thomas.

Someone knew us enough to be interested. Below the photos, a single line of text appeared on the screen: ‘Enjoy your lunch, sweetheart.’ The text didn't have a name, and the tone was completely mysterious, leaving me absolutely terrified. Was it Stephen playing a dangerous, manipulative game with me? Or was there someone else on campus tracking my every move, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy my entire life?