Ensnared Book Novels & Stories

After all, you didn't have to hang up everything and that was nobody's business. When Eleanor turned to the next customer, Maddox slid to the side a little and then started on his own food. "Did you notice what was going on over in Florida?" Gian asked between bites. "You mean the thing with these animal rights activists, because of whom four people are now dead, but two cranes were able to escape the Venators?" Gian nodded. "But they weren't just any animal rights activists, the people were from Live for Animals." The piece of sausage caught in the air halfway to Maddox's mouth. "You are incinerating me."

I keep on taking what I don’t deserve and I’m not sure when people would realize I’m unworthy; I’m hoping this wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Taleen is looking at me with disappointment. Hurt is evident in her hazel eyes. She probably regrets allowing me in this place and my entire existence in her life. I broke her trust; the trust I managed to break before I even got to build. She throws the packet at me and walks away. Owen looks at me and shakes his head before walking after Lisa and Taleen.

I looked around, and to my surprise, Zed had arranged the things so neatly and orderly, even labeling each box with the complete lists of things inside. I ran my eyes with amazement at how meticulous Zed was. But then my heart sank when I thought about his possible reaction when things go wrong for him. He’s used to doing and planning things in order, and now that his life is turning into a mess, wouldn't he jump over the Marcelo-Fernan bridge? Unexpectedly, my eyes fell on a blue box. My heartbeats bolted like spikes against my ears when I read its label. Crime lab, 2014.

A figure is a man and a woman sitting together, looking at a book in the man's hand. The glass statue then moved up until it was only half an eggshell, then the hand of the man holding the book began to open it. "Inside the egg, there is a lens setting," Elisha explained. "Grandpa, take a look. Soon something will appear." Elliot had always felt that the carved face of the woman inside the egg resembled his late wife's, but now he had no doubts. The light at the bottom of the egg bounces off the open book, where it reflects and reveals something. The dim lighting in Elliott's office made the reflections more obvious.

“Why are you letting something so trivial ruin us?” Trivial? I scoffed, my voice impatient. “I’m not doing this with you. Let me go.” He didn’t. I clenched my teeth, taking steps backward to leave. Darren followed, desperate to keep me still in his grip. I crashed into something… warm, my back colliding with a soft fabric. The faint scent of lavender filled my nostrils, making my heart race. A hand reached for Darren’s wrist as he held my arm. I sucked in a deep breath, glancing as his expression shifted into something dark.

, he should have at least told her to corporate till when our contract was over, could he be a scoundrel? Well there are some people in life which one can't understand, you just have to adopt to their crazy and irresistible features. Meanwhile we have 90% of people who seem to suffer a lot , life seem to create them in a sour texture, the rest of the 10% are the people who life seem to. favor a lot, irrespective of their mode of hardwork, they just seem so lucky maybe, I seem to be part of the 90%. In summary I'll say no matter how millions of cars one has, he still has to walk to his room so, no one can tell tomorrow's fortune. Life seem to fickle. I laid on my bed, scrolling through my pho

It brushes the back of my neck and I can feel him right beside me, close enough that his scent wraps around me. My stomach knots. I keep my eyes on the shelves, forcing myself to focus on the rows of titles instead of the way my pulse won’t stop racing. I scan the books until one catches my eye. The title almost makes me laugh, ‘Screwed Up? Here’s Your Reset Button.’ How fitting. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from snickering and grab the book fast. “I think I see another one,” he utters, his voice dipping a little lower now. “Up top.”

In front she sees an embedded lock with a key in it. She turns the key to the left to unlock the mysterious strange book. The book gets unlocked but no words were written in any of the pages, just strange ancient scribes. Elena decides to drop her tears at the center of the book. Which wooshed out an energy and the pages begin to flip on it's own turning bright golden. At that point the book drew away from Elena and struck her dead instantly. Elena wakes up after a few moments to find herself in a dark empty void.

A broad grin spreads across Arnold's face like someone who has just found his perfect prey. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get her ready, her dream of fucking her history teacher is finally going to be a reality by daybreak, and certainly, school girls do not keep their mouths shut after having a taste of their teachers”. Kelvin hurries off, walking into the distance and soon his back disappears amidst the crowded floor. Arnold couldn't hide the satisfactory grin plastered on his face at the mere thought of ruining his brother.

Now, I felt like a puppet with cut strings, about to fall into a pit I couldn't see. A part of me wanted to tear the note into confetti, to bury it in the sand and pretend the world outside our villa didn't exist. To lose myself in the warmth of our bed and the comforting weight of Eavon's arm around me. But another part, a cold, hard voice in my head, recognized this as a chance. My chance to finally understand the truth behind the lies, to stop being a passive piece in someone else's dangerous game.