Funny Springtrap Novels & Stories

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.

Faye chimes in. Everyone else watches like unattached spectators. Celeste suggested we play tag. We all hesitated at first. Heirs don’t play tag. Heirs don’t frolic. Heirs don’t laugh unguardedly. But Celeste persisted pulling me to my feet. We ran around trying to catch each other. With our competitive natures the game surprisingly turned intense as every loser was fined five thousand dollars. Isolde won. Alaric didn’t participate in anything.

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

Samson took a step closer, pointing his gun at his wife. “Do nothing. I don’t want to kill an innocent one.” Samson begged. He made them sit on the chair opposite each other. “Let’s play truth and dare.” The bride was sobbing, and Jake was held captive under gunpoint. Samson was enjoying every part of this game. He rolled the bottle between them, and it pointed toward Jake. The sweat beads dripped from his forehead. “Truth or dare?” Samson queried. Jake was sure if he picked a dare, Samson would tell him to kill his wife.

Tenths. They came closer, more closer, most closer and... one jumped with a speed of an eagle extending his jaw to catch her. That's when she felt being wrapped in huge arms which seized and forced her to jump over the cliff. "Don't worry! I'm taking you into an abyss where only peace and happiness flows." The man said, his voice sounding more romantic and promising to her. "Rejoice because your story is about to reach a happily ever moment."

"I thought it was a new product, but it's just an old model from three years ago." Evan's eye twitched as he watched Misty's action. 'She is great in every aspect but has an unusual hobby of collecting all sorts of miniature explosive devices.' Misty owned a house in a remote countryside with no one living around to store those items. Hence, she would stay at his villa using the excuse of convenient work to not leave. Misty handed the explosive device to the bodyguard. "Throw it in the toilet of the countryside. This piece of shit belongs in the filth anyway."

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

Aiden agreed. "Okay, shoot two targets, you win a keychain, shoot four targets, you win a keychain and a stuffed dolphin, but if you're lucky enough and get all six targets, you win a water bottle, a gift card and that huge stuffed bear," the attendant finished as he pointed to a huge brown bear nestled on a shelf. "Do you think you can do it?" Katherine asked, as the man handed the darts to Aiden. "Let's find out," He smirked as he took the gun from the attendant.

My mind raced even faster than it already is and I reason that the only possible types of traps that can be here are motion sensitive ones or weight sensitive ones. Once it senses my movement or my weight, the trap will activate and I will either be killed or injured and trapped. I decide to test the motion sensitive one first with the shards of glass in my hand. I throw three of the shards in the air and they land on the floor, shattering further. Nothing happens after I wait for some seconds. I am surprised that nothing happens.