Sci Fi Thriller

"That's going to conclude our session today" "Please, come back tomorrow, miss Athena. I enjoy your visit, especially when it's in this lone alone" He rasped, voice raspy as ever. Sadistic was his way of analyzing her features and expressions, he finds amusement in her suffering. Then she won't suffer. "don't forget that they're cameras here and all your sessions is being recorded Nyx, along with the guards out there, they just need me to press this button to make them walk in, "she said, locking her eyes with him as she showed him the red button of the instrument of the recording room. She eyes him silently." I don't have a problem with that " he paused before he continued" but I have one when you come to my cell, showing off your genius ass to the other prisoners, Doctor " he spoke. as she looked at him weirdly, until realization hit her. So the villain can be jealous. Interesting. "Jealous much? " "Yes, after all, you're my therapist, not theirs right ??" "maybe?" she paused taking a deep breath, "but what can I say? It seemed to me that the Villain is jealous. Goodbye, Mr. Nyx." She stood up, arranging her papers before walking toward the door. She was leaving him hanging on her words. The villain of her story.

This is a thrilling story about Kelvin, he is a twenty year old trader. He is cut up in a contract for an anonymous Mrs Aisha Johnson A $500,000 contract, this was the highest he'll ever get. Even if he accumulate all his achievement, it won't amount to half of it. That alone made it tempting Spending his boss offered him the job firstly because he knew Kelvin needed the money, secondly because he knew Kelvin could handle it and cause of a secret that would be revealed He embarked on the journey with fear of the unknown and hope he'd survive There he fell for Doris, Mr Aisha Johnson assistant who was oblivious of the settings of the house What is gonna be Kelvins fate?

Amanda is a high school senior her friends were kidnapped when she was younger. Then he came back to get her. Her father was killed and her mother. All while under thr protection of the FBI.

Willow refused to attend a Halloween show her sister invited her to, because of her grandma she had to take care of. But she never knew that would be the last time she would see her sister, leaving her in a difficult dilemma. Three years later with no positive report about her lost sister, she received an invitation to the same Halloween show that marked the no return of her sister. Attending it, she discovered somethings. Volunteers for the magic show were put inside a coffin, after which they vanish and drinks were given out which made people forget about the show. In a quest to find her sister and others who were lost in the Halloween show, Willow took a journey alongside a friend to a secret tomb that might lead them to the missing people. And there, tbet wished they never visted the underground tunnel based on their discovery. Will these two be successful in this mission?

On a mission to kill. On a mission to avenge. On a mission to unknowingly saving the world from "The Cooler Project" sponsored by The Inevitable Five. Abel Oliz popularly known as the Merc is on such mission. Unaware he just got into something bigger than he handle. Will he succeed? Find out in this fast paced Action Thriller Novel full of conflict, tension, suspense, unexpected twists and high stakes.

"Fuck me like you've never fucked any woman , daddy!!I want your cock!“ I moaned throatily, thrashing wildly in ecstasy as Alex fingered my clit right left and center.Slapping my ass cheeks and breasts soundly. "I hope you'll keep saying that ,you slut when I slam my ten inch cock into your hole !" He whispered hoarsely into my cunt and slurped my feminine juices with his devastatingly hot tongue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A wild night. A stranger’s touch. A signature she can’t remember. When Chiara Hayes wakes up in an unfamiliar penthouse, aching, ringed, and legally bound to Alexander Carrington — the enigmatic billionaire with a scandalous past — she realizes her hangover is the least of her problems. Once accused of two brutal crimes, Alex has rebuilt his empire and his name from ashes. He doesn’t need love. He needs a wife — on paper, at least. One year of marriage, that’s the deal. All Chiara has to do is play along: smile at the cameras, endure his icy family, and help him close the deal of a lifetime. In exchange, he’ll protect her from the mess her life has become. But what begins as a business arrangement turns into something dangerously real. Desire blurs the line between truth and lies, and every kiss pulls her deeper into a web of secrets. When old memories resurface — ones that tie her to the Carrington empire and a tragedy buried for years — Chiara must face a chilling question: Can she trust the man she’s married to… or did she just fall in love with her family’s killer?

“You’re mine now,” Nero’s voice was low, rough velvet that sent chills down her spine. “No one touches what’s mine. No one even thinks about touching what he can't afford- his life.” A flicker of heat curled through Amara’s body despite herself. “Don’t kid yourself ” she shot back. “This marriage exists only because of our children.” He gave a short, dangerous laugh. “Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night whenever I hear you orgasm at the thought of me every night?” ~~~~~~~~~` Two years earlier, Amara had spent a single reckless night with Nero De Santoro — the man whispered about as the most ruthless crime lord in Italy. That night left her with more than regret; it left her with his twins Determined to keep her children safe from his violent world, she vanished without a trace, raising her daughter in the shadows. But when her children fell dangerously ill, Amara’s desperate search for help forced her to face the one man she swore she’d never see again. Nero was stunned to learn he had a daughter — and cruelly clear about his terms. If Amara wanted his support, she would have to marry him. What began as a cold-blooded arrangement soon twisted into something neither could control. Amara expected to despise him, but behind the walls of his power, she glimpsed pieces of a man she didn’t recognize — protective, haunted, almost tender. Every argument, every stolen glance, every night they shared blurred the line between hate and hunger. Until Amara uncovered a devastating secret — a connection between Nero De Santoro, her husband, and the tragedy that had destroyed her family years ago. A tragedy that had made her turn her back on her Mafia bloodline..........

He was married to help a girl under the influence of witchcraft. Didn't care about all the restrictions from the family. Damaresh stuck with his goal of getting married because he didn't want Calista to die because of something silly. His humanity just came out when he saw the sadness in Calista's eyes—trying to forget the soul mate that was chosen for him. Damaresh felt that maybe Calista was his soul mate. Then, what is the fate of the girl supposed to be Damares' soul mate? Will she go away and think that soul mates are nonsense? Or maybe they will be united in time? Then, what about Calista? Will she accept all this? Or will she back off and let Damaresh go?

“After all, do you love me? Or what you love is the blood flowing in me?" Malcolm Hiddleston – a madman who once considered women just a hobby but ended up falling in love with Mia, a true Cinderella. He thought that every girl must fall in love with him, but in the end, he fell in love with his prey. A love blossomed after many events.

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.