Thrill Stories

The heavy teak door of the bridal chamber clicked shut behind them, sealing the world outside. Soft golden light from the bedside lamps fell on the marigold and rose petals scattered across the bed, but the air inside felt colder than the winter night in Delhi. Aarav Goenka sat motionless in his wheelchair, his broad shoulders rigid under the crisp white kurta. The medals on his chest from years of service caught the light, but his face remained shadowed-sharp jaw clenched, dark eyes burning with something far colder than duty. Scars peeked from the collar of his shirt, reminders of battles fought in shadows. Nandani stood a few steps away, her red lehenga heavy with intricate gold zari work, the dupatta slipping slightly from her shoulders. Aarav's voice sliced through the silence, low and venomous. "I hate you for saying yes to this marriage." His words landed like bullets. Nandani flinched, her breath catching in her throat. "And remember it always," he continued, eyes never leaving hers, "I will hate you more every single day." Tears welled up in Nandani's eyes, spilling over without warning. They traced silent paths down her cheeks, smudging the carefully applied kajal. Her voice came out broken, barely a whisper. "I... I d-don't-" Before she could finish, Aarav gripped the wheels of his chair. With a sharp turn, he propelled himself toward the door. The wheels left faint tracks on the petal-strewn floor as he moved away from her, away from the bed, away from everything this night was supposed to mean. The door opened with a low creak. Cold air rushed in from the corridor. Without another word or backward glance, he wheeled himself out, leaving her alone in the decorated room-tears flowing freely now, her words unfinished, her heart already cracking under the weight of a love that had not yet begun.

He has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to be merciful. To reach him, he will use his sister - make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him - at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to no one. Until she can't even belong to him. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, it's a tale of revenge. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - Revenge, but whose?

ARROW ACADEMY🏹: isa sa nangungungunang paaralan na Tanyag at kilala sa buong mundo,karamihan ng mga nag aaral na students dito ay mga sobrang mayayaman at may sinsabi sa buhay.At kung saan din nag aaral mga iba't ibang talententadong mga students. ARROW ACADEMY🏹: Have a higher class,middle class and lower class at sa bawat class ay may tatlong uri ng kulay ng uniform,Dark Brown and white para sa lower class🤎 , Dark blue and white para sa middle class💙, and dark red and gold para sa high class❤️, at lahat ng mga uniform na ito ay may mga naka ukit na gintong ARROW sa kanang bahagi ng dibdib ng uniform na simbolo ng buong paaralan. Lower Class: Sa isang lower class ay dito pumapasok ang mga students na sangkot lagi sa mga gulo at ang mga madalas na hindi sumusunod sa mga rules ng buong schools, isa din sila sa laging na bu-bully ng mga upper class, pero kadalasan ay tahimik lang naman din ang buong students dito dahil karamihan sa kanila ay takot sa higher class lalo na sa"arrow hell" group. Middle Class: Sa isang middle class ay dito pumapasok ang mga students na pangalawa sa matataas na uri ng mga students isa din sila sa mga hinahangaan at kinakatakutan pero madalas silang nasasangkot sa gulo with lower class at sila lang ang kayang kalabanin ng lower class dahil takot ang lahat ng students sa mga higher class Higher Class: Sa isang high class ay dito pumapasok ang mga students na matataas ang grado, mayaman at lahat ng mga papuri ay nasa high class,pero meron ditong 7members na pinaka kinakatukan and in the same time ay hinahangaan ng buong school sila ang team "ARROW HELL", sila kasi ang nasa top na nang galing sa pinaka ma impluwensiyang pamilya at isa sa mga malalakas sa buong mundo, walang nagtatangkang bumangga sa kanila kung hindi ay pinapahiya nila ng lubos o pinapahirapan kung sino man ang magtangka.

Nika wakes up with no memory, no past and no idea who she is. All she has is a bracelet on her wrist that says her name and six strangers who seem to know her just as little as she knows herself. The mission is simple - remember who they are, figure out what happened, survive whatever comes next. The problem is Ray. Tall. Blue eyed. Infuriatingly calm. The kind of person who moves closer when he should run and says nothing when he should explain. Nika doesn't trust him. Doesn't understand why her chest does something strange when he looks at her. Doesn't know why his eyes feel like a memory she keeps trying to bury. She has bigger things to worry about. Like the visions she keeps falling into - blood, bodies, blue eyes in the dark. Like the battle none of them remember signing up for. Like finding out who they were before someone decided they shouldn't know. But the heart is inconvenient like that. And Ray has always been afraid to get close. Until the moment she needed him to.

A circus shortly arrived at town, and became famous for the inviting and colourful atmosphere. But, what was buried under the famous reports, was something deeper. Will Detective Vincent solved such problem?

You know how they say you spend your last seven minutes thinking about who you love the most? Stu didn't know he was going to die thinking about William Ray Loomis. Stuart Macher has fallen in love with Billy Loomis. It's not one-sided, is it? You'll never read Billy, because he's the typical angsty, angry teenager with obscure ideas, while Stu is just a little lap dog, as Randy puts it. Mixed signals, hormones, deep feelings, and not a single screw in either of their heads can and will lead to a gruesome, bloody disaster. Two boys who had no idea they'd become monsters, one with severe mental health issues, the other hopelessly in love with him. And that is everyone's problem.

Rowan Collins has been sold to a mutation asylum and has stayed there for eight years. But now she has something to live for. Freedom, plus Colt Edwards, a boy whose been in the hospital where she thought no one else lived except a few nurses, doctors, and the Warden. They race through countless obstacles to their freedom, but can they prove the world they are not monsters?

This story is an emotional and exciting thriller with lots of hidden secrets and untold truths uncovered in an old book in a school's library. The story outlines the simple life of a quiet girl, Risha, who loves to relax in her school library between classes and breaks. She finds an old book in her school's library and BOOM! Her life gets full of unpredictable things and chaos.

For years, he was simply known as The Phantom-the most feared assassin the criminal underworld had ever seen. No one knew his true identity or what he looked like; they only understood that if The Phantom was sent after you, escape was impossible. Then, one day, he vanished. Leaving behind a bloody history, he starts anew in Europe, managing a small auto repair shop with his younger brother. The world thinks The Phantom is dead, and that's precisely how he wants it. Until she reenters his life. The woman he has always loved now lives just a few streets away with her sister, bearing the scars of a shared past they both tried to leave behind. Before they can reconnect, a ruthless drug lord arrives in town, threatening everything he has worked to protect. To save his family, he must resurrect the man he left behind years ago. The legend is about to make a comeback. Because some loves deserve a second chance... and some ghosts refuse to stay buried.

At twenty years old boy knows exactly how to live like a ghost. Shoving his hands deep into his hoodie pockets and keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead, he survives by one strict rule: hide everything. Behind his icy, emotionless exterior lies a dangerous, heavily guarded past-and a truth he refuses to let a single soul in the world see. He thinks he is completely safe hidden away in the shadows. He thinks his secrets are perfectly buried. Then comes the loud, chaotic, and fiercely expressive, she is a vibrant burst of light he never saw coming. She crashes into his universe without his permission, and no matter how freezing his glares are or how hard he pushes her away, her stubborn smile keeps digging its way past his defenses. But in his world, vulnerability is a death sentence. The walls keeping her out are the only things keeping them both alive. Because the past isn't just an uninvited memory-it is actively watching his every move, waiting for a single crack in his armor to strike. When secrets begin to resurface and the truth threatens to bleed through, one terrifying question remains: How long can love survive... when the darkness refuses to let go?

What if the one you hate is the only one who can save you? Jo Hai Ankahee Jo Hai Ansuni Woh Baat Kya Hai Bata Mitwa... Kahe Dhadkan Tujhse Kya Mitwa... Yeh Khudse Toh Na Tu Chhupa)... Mitwa... Yeh Khudse Toh Na Tu Chhupa)... Sometimes, the loudest love is the one left unspoken. Hiya Sharma is a 24-year-old author who never filters her words. Bold, passionate, and full of fire, she lives in stories, believes in love, and writes her own world with her imagination. Rehan Raichand, a 27-year-old CEO, is her complete opposite - silent, composed, and emotionally unavailable since the day he lost his father. He doesn't believe in poetry, emotions, or the chaos Hiya brings into his carefully controlled world. Their lives collide in a forced marriage neither of them wants. He's ice. She's wildfire. And their story is anything but ordinary. From enemies to lovers, from accidental touches to unforgettable moments... He fell first. She fell harder. Will their unspoken love ever find a voice? Tropes: Enimies to lovers Extrovert × introvert Author × CEO Desi romance Genre: Rom-com, suspense and thrill...everything at once...

"Please... leave me," the man begged. He spoke again, desperation cracking his voice. She ignored him and shot him in the shoulder. His scream tore through the air. It didn't affect her. She stepped closer, her voice calm. "You tried to sell my company's information without once considering what would happen to you when I found out." She fired again. Once in the chest. Once in the stomach. She left him there to die. Turning away, she spoke to her men without looking back. "Send his body to his family." ---*----*----*----*----*----*----*---*----*----*----*---*----* "Why are you ignoring me , Sunshine?" He asked her , but she didn't say anything and walked away. He sighed and followed her. *----*------*-----*----**---**---**-----*----*----*---*---* "Are you sure about this information?" he asked quietly, his eyes scanning her file again. "Yes, sir." The report sat heavy in his hands. Too clean. Too empty. "We tried to dig deeper," the man continued, lowering his voice, "but someone erased everything. It was already gone when we accessed the system." That only deepened his confusion. He dismissed the man with a short nod. Alone, his lips curved slowly. "What are you trying to hide from me, Sunshine?" he murmured, suspicion sharpening into interest as a dangerous thought took shape. *-----*-----*-----*-----*-----*---*------*-----*---*---*---* Green flag x Green flag She is glacier x He is ice Great mafia queen x Government assassin Trillionaire x Billionaire #Past trauma #Ex-lovers

Mumbai which is known for bollywood, bustle Streets, famous celebrity and influencer but there is something hidden under the city. A mafia world which is filled With ruthless people, where guns talk Instead of mouth. A year ago, in the mafia world, a mafia queen entered and turned the mafia world upside down with her cruelty, Everyone started talking about her in the mafia world. No one knows about her identity, no one sees her face except one person, her left hand who knows her every secret. On the other side of the Mafia world which is run by ranvijay shekhawat ten mafia men work under him, her daughter anaya shekhawat. She is the lovely daughter of her father and very sweet to everyone. she gets what she wished from childhood but is not stubborn and not fearless like her father. Viansh oberoi was a ruthless young mafia his father is a friend of ranvijay shekhawat. Anya and Viansh were friends from childhood. Their family is very close. Veeryan roy a very handsome popular singer, a crush and dream boy of every girl. He enjoys being in his singing world and loves family most. How their destiny is connected to each other how they meet, what brings entry of them in each other's life. Or is it a story related to their hidden past. And whose destiny will be tormented? Who suffers more in this all.......

This story is a part of my series, aka the very first book of it, "Beyond Ruin". This book includes multi- couple tropes, highschool romance, dark secrets, mysteries and thrill. You can give it a shot, and I assure you it's worth it. My work shall lure in the disturbed ones, the disturbed masterpieces kind not the disturbed, immature kind. Beyond Ruin consists of two books, and this is the part one. Not like I've already written everything, I'll go with the flow, and so shall you.

"Marriage by force, war by passion. Zayan, the ruthless mafia lord, thinks he can own Meera, but she's a firecracker waiting to explode. As they clash in a dance of hate and desire, the sparks fly. But when the smoke clears, will love be the winner... or destroyedin in the process?" . . . . [AUTHOR NOTE:- RE-READ THE STORY BECAUSE OF SOME PROBLEM THE STORY GOT DELETED AND THERE ARE ALSO SOME CHANGES IN THE STORY TO ADD SOME THRILL AND DRAMA SRY FOR INCONVENIENCE LOVE U READERS💗] . . . . 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤 Enemies to Lovers Forced marriage Doctor x uni student Age gap . . LATE UPDATE

She was once gentle, Pure and Kind. But when the world took everything - her family, her love, her dignity - something ancient awakened within her. Not just rage... something divine. This is not a tale of justice. This is vengeance carved in fire. The fire of a woman wronged - now reborn with the spirit of a goddess. She doesn't knock on doors for justice. She burns them down. In a society that glorifies demons and shames the wounded, she rises - not as a victim, but as the embodiment of wrath, power, and divine destruction. Her scars are sacred. Her silence is over. Now, she speaks in flames.

The U.A. Academic Building has twelve floors, officially. From training halls to laboratories and lecture rooms, everything is mapped and familiar, and nothing is supposed to be out of place. But there has always been a rumor about a thirteenth floor, something students casually bring up, but never really agree on its existence. It should not exist, yet somehow people insist that it does, just never in the same way twice. For Class 1-A, curiosity wins over caution during a free night, and a few of them decide to look into it. What begins as a simple late-night investigation soon turns strange as the building stops behaving normally. Hallways feel longer than they should be, familiar layouts do not match memory, and every floor feels slightly wrong in a way that is hard to explain but impossible to ignore. The higher they go, the more the building feels like it is adjusting itself around them, until even the idea of where they are supposed to be starts to break apart.

this is a story of a soft hearted girl with lots of dream about herself for her future and she want to make her family proud of her .. she is innocent beautiful and kind hearted girl until someone test her patience then she will be the worst anyone ever had meet in thier life a total devil with innocent face and she do not believe in love in this time but still hopes and dreams about finding someone like the mans in books ..... on the other hand their is our main lead full of power energy anger and fire known to be very handsome and hard working person loves his family a lot and respect elders and believes love is just waste of time and a way to just self harm yourself ... so what will happen when these too fires collide with each other will love blossom or it will burn everything which will come in between ...

The fourth floor "Some classrooms are meant to stay locked." Montage senior secondary school is just like any other school. Morning assemblies. Bunked classes. Homework. Friendships. First loves. Secrets. For the students of Class XI-B, life is completely normal... until twelve of them receive the same anonymous envelope after the last bell. «"Report to Room 404. Attendance is compulsory."» The only problem? Room 404 doesn't exist. Behind a locked door, hidden from every school map, waits an old computer that knows everything they have ever tried to hide. Every confession uncovers another lie. Every secret destroys another friendship. And every choice brings them one step closer to a truth that was buried long before they entered Room 404. Because sometimes... The scariest thing in a school isn't the ghost story everyone whispers about. It's the truth. --- Psychological Thriller | Mystery | Teen Drama ⚠️ This story contains themes of psychological manipulation, violence, bullying, body image issues, and emotional distress. New chapters every Weekend. Written by Ridzy.

Every memory i lost......Brings me closer to her death. Will the truth ruin me.