Thriller Fiction

Fiona Sasuke, a typical student that only wants her parent's time, got into a "game" wherein her enemies and her school started it. It is not a typical game because life was on the line. You lose and you'll die. In this game, she was with Gio Leonel, the president of their class. He was brave and strong. His strength and intelligence will be their ace in this so-called game. Will they make it out alive? Welcome to the 'Game of Death', where life is what you will be betting and your life will be your prize.

Description: It was a beautiful and sunny day in a small town called Willows Creek. Every one was friendly and kind towards each other. Until that fateful day, their life was no longer the same again. A couple of friends was walking home from school, one of them mentioned they should take a short home. Naomi said, there is a sign that read NO TRESPASSING. Who gives gives a fuck about it said Michael. C'mon on guys I see our house from here said Omar, true agreed Sora. The gang were talking and laughing along their way home. Without knowing someone or something was watching them.

Who killed Sunny Sweeney? During Sunny’s very LAST summer days, she experiences unusual paranormal happenings all around her as she indulges in desire, has adventures with her friends, and experiences forbidden love. Her angelic face once lit up the room now smothered in blood, desecrated, her beautiful life stolen! The ultimate betrayal!

The last thing that I saw, before all that darkness had consumed me, before everything turned to a deep hole of nothingness and a raging fire. Was the spread of bone wings, torn at the end, like the world had rejected it's ever existence. And i was just a host to fill up that nothingness derived into a whole pit of darkness. After a life threatening incident, Dianna Keith discovers her life has taken a huge turn over that could destroy everything she's believed and dreamed of. As the story goes by a fiery spirited girl , she realizes she can never have the life she used to have before. Not when there was a tormenting darkness inside of her. Not when she was possessed by the ruler of hell.

MADILIM. Iyan yung unang salitang naisip niya nang magising siya. Dahan-dahan niyang iminulat ang mga mata niya nang sandaling sinabi ng sistema niyang dapat na siyang magising -na handa na siyang gumising -mula sa malalim at matagal na pagkakahimbing. Kung ilang oras siyang natutulog, hindi niya masabi. Kung nanaginip man siya, hindi niya na maalala kung ano. Ilang segundo ring nagpyesta ang mga mata niya sa kadiliman bago siya mag-isip uli ng mga sumunod na salita. "Nasaan ako?" ang itinanong niya sa sarili, na alam naman niyang hindi niya rin masasagot. Hanggang sa may nakapagbanggit sa kanya ng kinaroroonan niya. "Hindi ito langit. Hindi rin ito impyerno," sabi ng isang lalaking walang permanenteng pangalan, na kanyang "taga-bantay." Sunod nitong ipinaliwanag na patay na siya at binigyan siya ng bagong buhay sa bagong mundong ginagalawan niya.

Bizarre cases start to haunt Leounet's famous detective trio. Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin, Chain Yuan Castranuevo and, Office Aiden Jake Ignatio, Start dealing with these one of a kind cases that are accompanied with codes. Codes that get harder to decode and cases becoming more and more terrifying. Until terrifying became traumatizing. Will they make it out alive while dealing with their own personal problems and character growth?

Talking to a stranger can really be scary. I know that and I'm also aware of the consequence of doing that. But, I felt like its different than the stories that I heard. There's no fear or uncertainty while I am being lulled to comfort by someone.

Masayang magkaroon ng mga kaibigan, may kadamay ka sa lahat ng bagay, may kakampi ka sa lahat ng pagkakataon, may kaagapay sa oras ng problema at higit sa lahat may kasama kang harapin ang laro ng buhay. Pero paano kung magkakasama kayong masangkot sa isang laro? Isang larong nakasalalay ang inyog buhay. Isang larong hindi niyo alam kung sino ang taya. Isang larong babago sa orasan ng buhay. Isang bote! Isang boteng magsisilbing orasan, Isang boteng magdidikta nang inyong katapusan, Kung sinong matapatan at matigilan siyang mawawalan ng tuluyan. Ngunit isang paraan! Isang paraang magpapatigil sa pag-ikot nito, ang hahanap sa taya ng katakot-takot na laro, at ito ay ang sundin ang kaisa-isaang patakaran, ...at ang Ultimate Rule: "Trust No One" Ikaw sinong pingkakatiwalaan mo???

Thirteen men dead within the span of two years. All victims are rich, old and dirty. Authority has no idea who the killer is. But there's only one thing they know. The killer is a woman.

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.