A Trap Novels & Stories

Mike was the first to speak up. "Are you aware of what you've gotten yourself into? Why would Aiden Reiner, an extremely powerful man, help you? You don't even know who he is, do you? "Mike expressed his dissatisfaction in a frustrated tone. Then he ruffled his sandy brown hair with his fingers. "Don't do this Sydney, call him right now and tell him the deal is off. He has you trapped." Mike expressed his disappointment in a forlorn tone.

There definitely must be some inferior motive. Maybe it's just me, but like I said before, I'm having a hard time believing in people nowadays. No matter how I see it, I can't let myself believe he is doing all this out of humanity. Why would he take the risk to free me when he could get him in trouble? At the end of the day, he is involved in illegal stuff and I can easily go to the police and report their names. A part of me still believes that they are trying to trap me and this is all a scheme. Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap.

“For your information, I had intentionally stepped into your room soon as I saw Boss Greg coming out of the building early in the morning. You were sleeping, and I wanted to devour you so badly right in the bed, but I knew my co-workers could catch us, so I came up with a plan. I left your room’s door open so you could get out and for you to think you could escape. And now, look, everything’s going well with it. Impressing, right, babe?” She couldn’t almost believe it. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t realized this was all bait, and without being any aware of it, she bit it and went with it. Consequently, as of the moment, this is the result of her not thinking straightly first before making

Daniela carried a wicker basket with her that had some freshly made bread, cheese, and wine that Augusta had looked the other way at when we nicked it. Luca and me were both in swim trunks, with white undershirts. We planned on going swimming. Daniela was humming to herself, a Coldplay song I vaguely recognized because she played it all of the damn time. She had on flip flops and the corner of the flip flop caught on one of the old stairs, causing her to twist around with a sharp cry as she fell into my arms. The basket dropped, and everything in it fell. Including the bottle of wine that shattered.

"No. We have to get out of here as soon as we can!" "But why? There are rescuers coming---" "NO RESCUER OKAY?! AT LEAST NOT FOR NOW! I KNKW THIS IS A TRAP DID YOU HEAR ME? ITS A TRAP KYLIE!" shouted Thurstin. Then he grabbed my arm again and pulled me away. But I immediately blinked. "No Thurstin! Tell me, I need to understand whats happening! What are you talking about without a rescuer?! What a trap?!" "I'll explain to you later, okay? Not here!" Thurstin seems to have fallen in love with him. But I didn't send because I was more afraid of him.

Nature itself seemed to hold its breath, as if expecting the world to unfurl its frozen wings in a dance of vitality once more. "I can't give up, not now," I muttered, as I extracted the final drop of water from its reservoir, cupping it with my finger. Abandoning my vigil would mean hunger for my two younger siblings, a fate I couldn't bear. I'd even promised Cali, the youngest, a feast tonight. But my trap remained empty, despite the encroaching dinner hour. None had succumbed to my meticulously set trap—designed for restraint, not death. In usual circumstances, no creature escaped my snare—jaw-curved, leg-hold traps that usually ensnared coyotes, wolves, lynxes, and even the rare jaguar.

The correct answer is yes. A trap does not need teeth if it can learn your hands. Say no, and I become the kind of mother Trust can override for fetal welfare. Say yes, and every future refusal can be framed as a failure to protect the child. The chair is warm under me. The straps hold my wrists with careful patience. Sarah stands three steps away, gun lowered because Leo is on the other end of her obedience. Renn has gone very still. Mara kneels at the open port under the mural, her stolen wire trembling between two fingers.

David Pov I sit up, and that's when I see my torn shirt on the floor, and clothes scattered everywhere. The memories come crashing down. The heat, the shame, the desperate moans. My eyes widen in a silent scream. I look down, and my dick is already hard, a betrayal of my disgusted mind. Fuck. I scrambled for my jeans, putting it on and it all came rushing back: the knock on the door, the boy with the wild eyes, the taste of his mouth. It was a mistake.

"Mom, I love you! Come back soon, okay? We'll go to the amusement park and surprise Dad." ... The car scraped against the guardrail with a loud bang. My heart pounded, but I did not stop to check the damage. My speed did not decrease. My phone rang again, and it was Charles. I answered, my voice trembling, "Charles, where are you? Where's Sally?" "She's in the car!" he snapped. "Why are you tracking me? What's the big deal?" "Charles, listen to me. You need to get her out now!" I pleaded.