Romans & histoires Funny Springtrap

I completed my internship when someone caught me kissing my boyfriend and the director, James Porter, in the parking garage. A photo appeared in the company group chat soon after. To protect my chance at becoming a permanent employee, he denied everything in front of the entire office. "The woman in the photo isn't her. She's my childhood friend." His childhood friend stepped forward and took responsibility for the office‑romance rumor. She had one condition. James Porter had to complete 100 couple challenges with her. Once they finished all of them, she would clear our names and explain the truth. James held me in his arms and comforted me. "Baby, it's only 100 things. Once we're don

I asked, hoping he would at least give me a glimpse into how the past few years had treated him but he quickly snapped out of his sharing mood. "I'm going to pull this lever," he said, pointing at something I didn't bother to look at. "The moment I do, you're going to hop on my back and I'm gonna run like hell." I frowned, glancing at him warily. "Why?" "You'll find out," he wiggled his brows, a playful smile on his face. "Okay," he let out, his expression turning serious. "Now!" He pulled the lever. Whimpering, I shifted my body weight to his back and held on to his shoulders tightly as he started sprinting the moment I was on his back properly. He managed to get several paces in and a good

"Why are you always such a brat!" Trey says, slamming the door behind me and throwing his tie down on the entryway table. "Maybe you need to stop being such a dick. I'm not property Trey, a human being here." I said turning to face him. He always looks so sexy when he gets riled up. "Listen here baby, you are going to have to stop these charades," Trey says cracking his neck and walking me up against the wall in the entryway. "Or what?" I said knowing damn well that I was challenging him. "Or you are going to start getting punishments that you may not like." He said leaning further down to kiss me.

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

He danced backward like a smug leaf on wind. I had to dive into the freezing water. I shrieked, but I grabbed the token, held it high like a glorious trophy, and pulled myself out. Sari offered a vine. I accepted it with grumbles. Then we heard Brinn yell up ahead—he’d triggered a spring trap (again). There he was, dangling from a tree like a flailing potato. Aya stood below, giggling. This game was chaos. Or is it just us?

Clayton inspected her leg, relieved to find that it was still attached and not broken, although the skin was torn and ripped. Camden's wolf looked up at Clayton, her eyes filled with pain and confusion, as if seeking guidance. "It's going to be fine," he reassured her, his voice filled with tenderness. "Just try not to move too much." He examined the trap, his mind racing to find a solution. He saw that it was spring-loaded, with wings on either side that should release if pressed down. With cautious hope, he pressed the wings down, gently at first, hoping to alleviate any added pressure on her wound. As the teeth of the trap began to loosen, he applied more pressure, pushing the wings hard

He used the tree branch and jumped up a little and as the boar moved past him, he jumped at the back of it and stabbed it in its stomach It started shouting in pain. [damn, that didn't go deep] the boar was running aimlessly in pain ... Will suddenly remembered that he made a trap nearby he ran towards the trap which is a sharp tooth jaw machinery that activates when an animal steps inside. It closes as soon as a leg is entered and the sharp tooth stabs in the feet making it unable to move. And succeeded, but the boar got stuck. It is struggling to get free while its moments make its skin peeled by the sharp tooth of the machinery.

Stephen threw a tantrum in front of the two of them. Jasper’s expression instantly turned dark. ‘Great. I take back my words. ‘This fool is extremely annoying!’ There was nothing that Summer could do. She purchased some tokens and started to play with the claw machine. “Oops. That was close. “This one! Oh, no. Oh, man!” Summer and Stephen were having fun together. They were really into the game. Jasper stood aside and watched them in silence. He watched how Summer’s eyes lit up and then filled with disappointment when the dolls fell off the claw in the machine.

Sparrow grinned, fed the specially programmed strip of "live" metal into the appropriate slot, and waited for the device to figure out which of the more than one hundred thousand possible shapes programmed into its memory would handle this particular lock. He had won the tool in a poker game, and used it ever since. Less than three seconds had elapsed when Marco heard a decisive click, saw the noncom turn the handle, and watched the door swing open.

"Well, I must have done something for you to reject me immediately we found out we were mates." "Yeah..about that, I was stupid, and it's one of the reasons why I'm sorry." "You were stupid," I say, and I smack his head. "Awwww.." he says, and rubs his head. Immediately, I smack his head again, but a nut falls on my head. "Awww.." I say and look up. It is a squirrel. "Karma's really a bitch," Jordan states. "Fuck you, karma," I shout, and we both laugh.