Deathtrap Book Novels & Stories

The edges were charred, the cover stained with water and old blood. "I found this in Roshan’s tent. After the tribunal. After everyone fled." He held it out to me. "It has your name in it. Not 'The Traveler'. Not 'The Ghost'. Just Elma." The Words of the Dead I took the book. The leather felt warm, or perhaps that was just my imagination. I retreated into the workshop, Harlan following silently. I sat on a workbench, the smell of sawdust and linseed oil surrounding me, and opened the first page.

They follow Carl and whoever is with him for about five minutes, and then Carl says, “Here it is. Stand a little back.” They hear the sound of something being wrenched open and then the sound of shoes on metal. “I say,” whispers Damion, “we let him get the book and attack him when he comes out. What do you think?” “Okay.” They creep closer. Now, through the trees, they can see two men standing there. Although, neither of them is Carl. He must have gone down into the trapdoor. One of them is Garrit, and the other with long hair Damion does not recognize. About five minutes later, they see Carl coming out of the trapdoor with something brown in his hand. That must be the book. Damion looks at

Anne is like a lost person in the desert who hasn't had a drink in a long time, greedily sucking the drops of fresh water. "Please don't give up. I'm still thirsty..." Anne whispered in her heart, slowly opening her eyes and looking around dreamily as if she wanted to find the water source again. When Anne could adjust to the light outside, she noticed that the surroundings were no longer a wall of the earth but rather a jumble of rocks with green moss growing in some places. This wasn't the trap she'd gotten herself into first! Anne screamed in her heart.

My body started heating up again. Mabel was still talking about her achievements during this trip. I responded absent-mindedly; she seemed to notice this on the other end of the line. So, she concluded, "You'll know what a prize I've found when we get back to work on Monday." After hanging up, my mind was overwhelmed by thoughts of the roses and the odd sensation Jeremy had made me feel. I patted my cheeks and told myself to calm down. … My business trip lasted another two days. Throughout that time, I attended various gatherings and seriously kept an eye out for potential streamers. Finally, I discovered one who looked like he would do well.

Raymond asked, and the two boys squeezed out of the closest the moment they got the freedom, breathing heavily after long lack of air. "Ye-yes, Al-pha," A boy sniffed, unable to talk smoothly. "Mind telling me your side of the story?" Raymond asked with all due politeness, but the two boys shivered the moment they heard his voice as if hearing the devil himself. Raymond chuckled before he turned to Alia: "Do you know why they are so afraid?" Alia shook her head with a blank look. "Four tramps raped them in this room right before you got here," Raymond said the cruelest things with the most harmless smile, "see, my way is usually giving a sinner a taste of his own crime."

When the System found me once again, I was celebrating my birthday alone. "Confirming egress from this world. Seven days until the portal opens." I nodded quietly, then grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into my mouth. The poor-quality cream tasted awful, but when I remembered that this was my last birthday cake in this world, I swallowed it without complaint. Before I could even put my hand down, the door to my room was violently kicked open. My older brother, Blake Rivers, saw me crouching on the floor. Disdain filled his eyes.

One of the rogues said. “Very good. Now here is the fifty grand each for the extra work. If you follow me, I’ll open the safe and give you each a duffle bag carrying the one hundred grand each.” I said. After squaring the rogues debt and sending them away we all make our way to the cell, where Diego is curled up in a ball, shaking. In my head, it makes me think if that was how Thalia was found after bother incidents. “How does it feel Diego?” Thalia said. “Do you remember what you told me when you found me like this? You said that I was being overly dramatic and told me to get up. Then when I tried and collapsed, do you remember what you did?”

"Hey, look at me. It's going to be great. Just music, drinks, and normal people. No work, no bosses, no drama." I nodded, but my throat felt dry. The hum of the tires against the pavement was making my chest tighten with a terrible sense of familiarity. My mind flashed back to that nightmare of a night with Anya. She had smiled just like Becca, promising a good time, right before she dragged me to that club and slipped something into my drink. But as I stared out at the passing buildings, a sudden thought hit me, settling the panic in my chest. Back then, I believed I had something to lose, a life I was trying to build, a future I was certain of, and a fiancé I trusted. Only to realize it ha

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.

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