Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

“Is there a pattern between them?” “It's fucking brutal,” Rafael admitted exhaustedly, tapping down against the whiteboard to indicate his case notes. “It seems that a serial killer is on the loose. He kidnaps the girls, rapes them and then tortures them to death.” I jolted backwards, mortified at this revelation. “What a bastard,” Zayn gritted through clenched teeth, balling his hands into fists, his veins pulsating their way to the surface of his skin alarmingly as his blood began to boil.

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. And as I am a person who has an unhealthy obsession for story plots I tend to overthink about what my story is going to be, at this point plot keeps coming in my head and I was drowning with ideas. So I did the obvious solution, let G****e decide for me. "Top ten most exciting plots for thriller stories" and guess what I found it…. The perfect subject, aliens.... No, sadly it's just psychopaths, although I think alien thrillers are quite a good idea. Anyhow, I just went with that one since I noticed that they are highly stereotyped in thriller films as killers, so I was like, "This is kind of sus," So I looked into it and guess what, I found out that if viewed in a real situation, psychopa

Every purchase Henrik made for the safe house, every book ordered, every pattern of life observed by hidden watchers in the villages below and compiled by a brilliant, malicious mind. But the implication was the same: their sanctuary was a fishbowl. Their private moments, their healing intimacy, had been raw material for a threat. “The consortium has a human intelligence arm,” Leon confirmed grimly, hanging up his phone. “Nadir has whispers. They call them ‘Portraitists.’ They build psychological blueprints of targets to find the precise pressure points. This… this is a Portraitist’s work.” The new threat was more insidious than a bomb. It was a promise of personalized, psychological annihil

she added. “Hi handsome, may I know how can I help?” The other woman sitting in a chair said to me and winked after. “I’m a psychologist and I’m here to meet my client,” I said calmly as I approach the woman I wanted to see and strike up a conversation with. I still didn’t know her reason for trespassing my house, yesterday. Although her intentions seemed to be not dangerous and looking innocent. Maybe I still had the right to ask. “Seems like the one who trespassed my house last night is the one I looking at this moment,” I was giving him the stares that every girl I meet falls into.

A breath of sound, curling through the air like smoke. My skin prickled. My fingers twitched against the sheets. A dull ache throbbed at the base of my skull, deep and lingering, like an old wound reopening. I forced my eyes open. The ceiling above me swayed, the faint glow of my bedside lamp warping the edges. My bedroom—too still, too quiet. The shadows seemed thicker, pooling in the corners, stretching long fingers across the walls.

The calm guy said. I was still in my previous position. Didn’t move a muscle. I wonder what they are going to do next. The bars open, I could tell from the sound. My eyes were closed but I could still sense two shadows standing in front of me. “I can’t believe we caught him alive. I heard a lot about this guy before and he is a fucking psycho.” The calm guy said and the other one sounded even panic. “Hurry! I don’t want to end up like Eric! It could be that he was awake by now.”

He notices things, remembers things and Pays attention in a way most people don’t anymore. And maybe that should terrify me more than it currently does. Because this? This is dangerously close to those obsessive men from psychological thrillers I usually binge watch at three in the morning while eating ramen in bed. It’s so very Joe coded with the exception of murder of course, being bound to a basement and of him hating women with a bunch load of childhood psychological trauma. Shit! That sounds wrong. No, not just wrong but actually insane. But fuck! I can’t even fully pretend I’m not into this dark side of him. I mean some deeply sick twisted part of me lik

"I'll not let you do this to us. I don't want her to go to jail because of some bastard like you." "If she doesn't kill Cole, you'll either have to kill her or I kill you. Someone has to die." "What sort of stupid game is this?" "I don't know," he said, tying her up. "I'll tell one thing, though. I'm merely a player in this game. One day you'll know who the psycho behind this game is. Trust me, you won't believe it." Who could that be? Who would want them to suffer? They didn't have major enemies. Except for the key stealing, they lived fairly normal and boring lives. The two girls had never got in trouble with anyone in town.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.