Cold Trap Novel Novels & Stories

** The Cost of Secrets** The cold night clings to the cabin as the rain beats against the windows, intensifying the fear inside. The flickering light of the fire only casts darker shadows as Sophia, Ethan, Jason, and Max stand in the heart of the cabin, emotions whirling like a storm. Outside, the men that Max came with wait, their presence a constant threat. The door, broken from their forced entry, hangs crookedly on its hinges, a reminder of the fragile situation they're all trapped in.

“It’s a pity. That blanket is warm, yes?” The door clicked shut. Elara stared at the sewing kit, then at the heavy blanket, then at the blank page of the sketchpad. A cold, sick understanding settled in her gut, and she wondered if it was a trap . It wasn’t from the lock, but the quiet, terrible genius of a jailer who could furnish a prison so well you might forget you were in one.

He wasn't under any drug last night, and even though Evelyn wasn't his mate, his lust over her body was real and clear -- even though Sisyphus wouldn't admit it. "Alpha..." Theo opened his mouth, but Raymond already left the window and grabbed his suit -- "Come on, let's deal with the evil at hand." Swallowed his comfort, Theo followed Raymond out into the darkness. It passed midnight when Alia was thrown into a lone cabin, not too far from the ocean, but it was the west side of the big apple where the night was not the end of the day. "Who the hell are you?!" Alia demanded, swinging off the two guys that were grabbing her arms, "Are you fucking crazy?! Do you even know who you are messing w

The moment I took the water, Caleb Foster's smile deepened. I could almost feel how intensely his gaze burned against my hand. His inner voice was still chattering away. [Open it already. Drink it. I'm going crazy waiting. Just one sip and that five thousand dollars is mine. Those sneakers I've wanted forever are finally going to be mine!] I looked up at Caleb. He had a perfectly gentle smile on his face, but the eagerness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Shiloh asked me as I opened the door. “Yes, sir”, I said as I saluted him jokingly and he just chuckled in return. “Wear this”, he said as he extended his arms to reach my hand. I accepted it and it was a cloaked and based on what he said I wear it. I didn't remove my jacket as I was not feeling hot. Actually the temperature in Cromoria is lower than the other Cities especially at midnight. It is so cold that's why I decided to keep it around me.

She was the bunny, and he was the wicked wolf. Could she ever allow herself to completely love a man like that? Not that any of these mattered anymore. She was certain that after what happened tonight, she wouldn't be going anywhere for a very long time, and if he decided to lock her here in his mansion forever___ Faith shuddered at the thought. She wouldn't contact the reporter anymore, perhaps it was time she finally learned. Her life wasn't a drama or novel where the heroine always won. This was real life, and he was the villain, one who would strike ten times harder.

My heels echoed faintly against the marble floor, and with every step, my heart pounded faster. When I reached the top of the staircase, I saw two doors facing each other across the hallway. Right or left? I whispered under my breath. She said the first door on your right, I reminded myself. So I turned the handle of the right door without thinking twice. And froze. "Dead frozen." My breath caught in my throat. My body went stiff. "Fuck," I whispered under my breath. "What have I done?" Because there he was Damian Cole completely naked, water dripping from his body, a towel in his hand, his hair wet and glistening. He must have just come out of the shower.

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.

I stop laughing immediately, and Claire realizes why. He is close. I can smell him, and I can feel my heart thumping loudly against my ribcage. “Has he ever hit anyone? “. I ask in fear. “You are his mate, he won’t lay a finger on you”, she says, avoiding stating the obvious. “You did not answer my question” “Fine. He does, but trust me, he would never hit you. At least, not intentionally”. Don Richardo comes into the room. “It is time to go,” he says, and I stand up quickly, bow my head and try to leave. He pulls me and walks quickly into a room. From all indications, it is his bedroom.

They unlocked the iron bolts, shoved me brutally inside the dark bedroom, and slammed the door shut right in my face. The sound of the iron keys turning in the lock echoed through the quiet room like a final death sentence. I was trapped again. I walked back to the bed and collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, my body shaking with an uncontrollable chill that had nothing to do with the winter weather. I looked down at my hands, then slowly moved them until they were resting flat over my stomach, feeling the tiny heartbeat of my unborn child hidden deep inside me. The trap was fully set. The hours were ticking away. Dominic was about to marry Vivian, Elder Rona was preparing to open the ga