Ensnared Novels & Stories

"Shut up!" Before they started walking her phone buzzed and her captor froze looking around for a minute, another quick meaningless glance, the guy was like a rabbit having sex. Elsie was still feeling empty and scared, Tom had not showed up, what if he was the man's partner? She put her trust in the wrong guy. "Will you let me pick it?" "Show me"

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.

That arduous embrace kept her rooted to the same damn place effortlessly until her feeble thrashings halted. "Time's up, bunny," Daniel hushed in her ear, his predatory eyes burning with detrimental determination. ••• Like a fragile bird trapped in a storm, she felt the weight of his presence suffocating her every hope of escape. •••

Move! “On me,” I say, and we slide along the catwalk, Ren guarding the rear, Zara covering the front. The hum under my soles tilt, good, then not, like stepping onto a rotten plank and pretending you didn’t. A small envelope shoulders the current and noses the shallows like a trained dog. It’s a simple thing, vellum banded in red string and a blob of green wax bitten with tiny teeth. No name on the outside, but it stinks of nettle thread and fox pride.

I gripped the edge of a crate, trying to steady my breathing. One man lit a cigarette, the ember glowing faintly as he exhaled smoke. “You think she’s worth it? Risking all this?” “She’s bait. And bait’s all we need.” Bait. That word slammed into me like a bullet. I wasn’t just a hostage. I was the shiny little worm on a hook, dangling to draw them in. Always the bait. I staggered back, knocking into a loose pipe. It clattered to the floor. “—what was that?”

They were trapped. The rumbling grew louder, the ground shaking violently now. Ethan and Lena traded a froze look, both of them realizing the same thing: they had strolled into a trap. The tree's roots started to squirm, winding over the ground toward them. Ethan pulled Lena back, but the roots moved with unnatural speed, wrapping around their legs and pulling them toward the tree. Ethan battled, attempting to break free, but the roots were like press, immovable and tireless.

His Ensnarement I headed straight for a stand of shrubs where I had a small snap box tucked under, filled with dried meat for snacking, as I checked my traps. I snatched a handful and heard the skid of something heavy. Feeling something snatch my ankle. Oh, no! At first, I thought it was Jaecar gripping me. I turned looking down but saw no one on the ground.

Ethan followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt and filling me a second time. He uncuffed me only after both of us had caught our breath. My wrists were marked. My makeup was smeared. I felt wrecked and furious and thoroughly used. Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, still naked, watching me. “I’m not done with you,” he said quietly. “We’ve got the house to ourselves for eleven more days. Every night you’re going to remember exactly how it feels when the person you treated like nothing finally takes everything.” I stared at him, lips parted, no words could form. What am I even going to say to someone that has lost his mind?

The same guy that I snatched his credit card on my last day at the club just to have the thrill of doing something that day. So much for a stupid thrill. I cursed inwardly as I bit my lips. “Daisy Howards.” I heard Jenkins voice call as he followed the path I had run to. “What nonsense is this?” I heard a baritone voice tinted with irritation ask. It was obviously Vincent who was speaking.

“I like traps. What’s the play, Convergence?” I glance at the pool, its light steady but cold. Sylvara’s absence feels deliberate—she’s with the council, preparing for the scrying at dawn. I can’t shake the stranger’s warning, but I need allies, and Cassia and Renn are the only ones I’m sure of. “We stage a ritual,” I say, the plan forming as I speak. “Tell the guardians we’re reinforcing the core after the keystone. Kael’s bound to show—he’s too invested to miss it. I’ll weave a lunar snare, keyed to his blood oath. When he steps into the core, it’ll bind him, expose the brand.” Renn shifts, his satchel clinking. “Uh, that’s risky. Kael’s a shifter—bear form, crazy strong. If he breaks the