Femboy Trap Novels & Stories

She forced a smile and walked off. The voice belonged to Nadia Holloway—the one who ran 502. The most twisted of the three. She liked treating people like dogs. When I first moved into 502, she'd send me out on timed errands. Make it back on time? Cash. Late? She'd slap a collar on me, sit on my back, make me crawl. Once, she said her family had a pony with eyes just like mine. The pony threw her. So she gouged its eyes out.

for the night escaped just like that? I chuckled. I'd seen men pull this trick too many times—they were just playing hard to get. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a cute guy had escaped my clutches.

Experts say women should spend more time looking at muscular men. It was hard to argue with that, especially when it was said by real experts. And I wasn't even freeloading. I was helping the guy gain traffic, too. At midnight, my best friend, Bridget Poe, sent me a thirst-trap video from an account named "elaire" and demanded a full review. I tapped the video open. The room was dim, lit by a single mood lamp behind him.

He’s an elusive kidnapper and sex-trafficker. Nate sees flashes of Francine’s Gnnail inbox, some pictures in her phone’s gallery that are rather risqué, socmed photos of the man called Jayrus Trocio, and a little tabloid coverage about the mysterious “Boogeyman”. {The Boogeyman’s modus operandi is to set up a fake photo-shoot and put Rohypnol a.k.a. roofies in a drink that he then offers the victim. Once inside his blacked-out van, the victim is never seen again. The Boogeyman gets the young girls addicted to drugs and turns them into prostitutes, forcing them to star in webcam striptease performances.}

He was tall and had dusky hair with a cut across his cheeks that gave him a killer look. “What happened to your leg?” Antonio questioned. Chase smirked, “Let me guess, he tried to fuck on a running bike.” Samson answered, tasting his lips with the liquid. HAHAHA. “You are right.” The girl came seductively and offered Chase to open her silk robe. She then swayed her ass toward the pole and curled her body like a snake on it. She wrapped her hand around the bar, sliding up and down, making the men twitch inside their pants.

"Are you for real? I'm not going to do anything with Ace. And about Warner, I still haven't broken up with him. He's still my boyfriend." She waved her hand. "He'll be out of the picture soon. It will be better for his own good anyway. Because assessing your Valencian's obsession with you, I don't think he would take this nicely if he has any competitor in the way of getting you." "You know what? I'm leaving. I'm not talking to you anymore about this!" Red in the face, I got up and collected my purse and phone. "Do whatever you want, girl. We both know that Achilles Valencian has played his card. And now, you're stuck in his trap. No matter what you want, you can't escape him. And you know w

I tried to imagine what it'd be like to be trapped under that hard, muscular. Okay, I must really be drunk to be turned on by Connor the jerk off! But wait a minute! What was Sarah doing? I raged as I witnessed Sarah leaning forward and touching his arms in a flirtatious manner. How dare she make advances at MY fake boyfriend! I felt extremely irritated for some reason. "Get away from him, you whooree!" I cried and stormed toward her. "Huh?" Sarah looked confused. Connor's face brightened, and he smiled widely as if he was ecstatic to see me.

The kids at the playground surrounded her to the point where the sunlight had difficulty in reaching her. Eleanor raised her head to look at the smirky looks that the kids had as she raised herself from the concrete ground. Her body was gripped in fear while her timid personality was degrading the situation, affecting her body language. “Aren’t you the girl without a dad? Wow that must suck huh?” One of the boys questioned with a laugh that triggered the entire group to engage in laughter as well.

Well, I feel sad for the girl, if she’s already in heaven I hope she rest in peace. “How old are you again?” “It’s confidential.” He laughed. Tsk! What’s so confidential about our age? “Next question!” “I thought you’ll ask then I’ll answer and vice versa? You’ve been asking me too many questions already!” “Fine!” I said as I stomped my feet on the floor like a child. I’m just curious about his life why can’t he just answer all my questions? So I’ll get to know him better. “Who’s your boyfriend?” what’s with our questions?

"A traitor's daughter, how could she ever be truly loyal to you? She's probably just after your Alpha status and your family's power, waiting to completely bewitch you, then team up with her good-for-nothing mother to overthrow you!" "What good could come from a lowly beta? Those little handmade trinkets she gives you? That's just her trying to get a lot for a little, trading cheap submissiveness for your Alpha protection! She doesn't just want you, she and her bitch mother are after the entire pack's power!" "Connor, you have to be careful! Don't let her pitiful act fool you! All those 'accidental' injuries, being 'bullied' by pack members – I bet it's all an act, a sob story to get your sy