Cold Trap Novel Novels & Stories

She also tried to open the wifi of her phone only to find out that she was right in thinking last night, the wireless connection was d*mn protected with whatever sh*t passcode! As Greg said, it did not take that long for one of his men to deliver the clothes for her to wear. They were neatly folded and laid on the side of her bed. She didn't bother to touch to look at those because she was not interested in any of his sh*ts, she won't just be a puppet that would follow Greg's order anytime! Well, not until she felt her own body betraying her. Though it's air-conditioned in this mansion-like jail where she is currently put, the thought that she had not been freshened up since the last night b

She pull me up and drag me out of the room. "Chloe, am I the only one who has seen this? No, I shouldn't be.. Mr. Stranger, that guy look so hot. You two looks perfect. How about we forget about the fake boyfriend and girlfriend stuff and make it official?." She asked me. We're in the kitchen already and Tiana was just about to fetch our meal. Days now that we've been here in the house but, I've never seen any maid aside Ms. Steve and the other guards who came to pick us up from the jail the other day.

He made me fully depend on him and for some reason, that was even sicker. Despite having his cold days, William had been the perfect gentleman throughout the months I’d known him. I would never have thought he was capable of what he did. He was so manipulative. He made careful plans and lured me into his trap. To think that most things that happened in my life these past few months were out of his will was crazy. “But then again, it’s kind of hot. He went through all that trouble to get with you.” I made a face at Catherine. “He didn’t have to do all that. He could have just asked me out on a date.”

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

A rope and other objects that spelled out scandalous intentions. "Please... don't do this," I begged him once more, even though I knew my pleas would fall on deaf ears. I felt sheer desperation and an instinctual need for survival, so I lunged towards the door, hoping against hope that it would be unlocked. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side. The door was locked tight just as I feared. A chilling realization washed over me then. There was no way out of this nightmarish situation. I was trapped like an animal cornered by its predator.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

And I must found out why they’re cursed. It’s still six in the morning so I the two vamps are yet not awake. Or they are just don’t feel like going outside their respective room. Maybe because it’s the only thing where you can find privacy. I opened the library and was welcomed with its scent. Hmm. They really are rich. They have a library in their house, err mansion. The books are well arranged, from the year it’s been publish. I wonder what will I find out today. I used the ladder to get the books. But I don’t trust it. It’s like it’s going to break any time soon. But I don’t have a choice the book that I need is up there. There’s no way that I won’t get that book.

The safehouse was too quiet. Not the comforting kind of quiet—this was the sort that felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to snap. Holden stood by the window, back rigid, gaze fixed on the treeline outside. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t even pretended to. His entire body was one long, coiled wire. Tonight would decide everything. He’d set the trap hours ago. Motion-sensor cameras hidden along the ridge. Heat detectors buried near the old well. A silent alarm beneath the loose plank of the porch. And the biggest bait of all—

There was no dust, no clutter, no personality—it was perfect, cold, and utterly terrifying. ​Chloe arrived an hour after Elara, bearing two bottles of cheap wine—a deliberate act of defiance against the thousand-dollar decanters on the kitchen counter—and a bouquet of aggressively cheerful sunflowers, which she immediately planted in the center of the vast, empty granite island. Her initial reaction was a slow, sweeping gasp that transitioned quickly into grim appreciation. "Elara," Chloe breathed, spinning slowly in the center of the living room, her voice echoing slightly in the immense space. "This isn't an apartment. This is a trauma center designed by a Nordic psychoanalyst. It’s magnif

I shut him off. “I'm not bored. I'm just trying to figure out this place. You don't know what it feels like to be in a place that you know nothing about. Walls, locked doors, restricted areas, and now this. It's like someone's memories are buried here, and I would not live in a place that haunts me,” he shouted. This was the angriest I had ever seen him. His eyes glistened, tears threatening to fall. He was tired! Being here was no different from the basement, just good food and space to live. But still the same feeling of being trapped.