History Trapped Novels & Stories

He watched her, saw her lips twitch, and he couldn't figure out if he was nervous, or excited. "What’s the worst trouble you ever got into with Jay?" He laughed as he handed her the cards for her to shuffle. Over the course of their friendship, they had done some stupid shit, like normal teen boys were supposed to do. "We didn’t do anything like steal or something. But I think the stupidest crap we had ever pulled would have been a stunt in college. I know there was this one chick he was interested in, but she had some football player boyfriend. We were all at the library and I had to distract the player so Jay could talk to her. Not our finest moment, but he did cheat with her. That

It completely overturned the logic of a normal financial case. While I waited, I could roughly guess the root of the system bug. Caleb's system rule was that after a single target ate or drank something from him, it would transfer that single person's funds. But he had never imagined that I would pour that special bottle of water into the alumni event's dedicated soup pot. Hundreds of school leaders, business figures, teachers, and students had all drunk or eaten from that pot. The system couldn't process this many people consuming it at once, so it triggered an indiscriminate full-transfer backlash.

Pack records weren't written for outsiders, and half of what she read assumed knowledge she didn't have, but patience paid off, piece by piece. The first real find came buried in a decades-old bulletin, yellowed and brittle, filed under an incident report rather than a news article. It described, in clipped official language, the disappearance of the young Alpha heir Noah, no older than seven at the time snatched from pack territory during a period of rogue attack. The pack had mobilized every tracker they had, and weeks passed with nothing. Then came the second half of the story, and Laurel read it twice to make sure she wasn't misunderstanding.

She has grown up in this orphanage but even after she become eighteen she didn’t move out and she is Isabella’s roommate too. According to her, it was her home, and she wanted to do something for her people. “I can’t Tisha. I don’t have access to my documents and I don’t think I want to go back to that life that I left behind.” Everyone knew Isabella has a terrible past. She didn’t tell anyone what actually happened, and neither anyone wanted to invade her privacy. “But maybe I can do some freelancing. I just need a computer.” Isabella said, thinking. She has done her master's in designing and though her experience wasn’t much, she can grab some work at the beginner level at least.

With clench jaw he drove through the road and it took him almost an hour to reach the mentioned address. He parks the car outside a house. Stepping out of his car the first thing he noticed was the dusted floor of the porch and scattered with dry leaves everywhere. Gradually his nefarious eyes lift up and took into notice of the rusted big lock hanging from the door which only indicates that no habitat resides in that deserted house. He was once again surprised. Whoever had hired that model to trap him has gone extra length to hide her very well by providing wrong address of her existence to the modelling agency.

' Flashback Over: Since the age of three, Clary has been alone; her mother left her, and the people she should call family abandoned her; she never experienced the meaning of family or love; she grew up in an unhealthy environment; she grew up understanding that true love or emotional attachment does not exist in this world; but then she encounters him, her future husband.

Thinking of this, I vowed to make these two scumbags pay. As the show neared its end, I felt more and more tormented. These fifteen days felt like an eternity. When the show finally ended, I changed into a pretty dress and followed the cameraman out of that "hellhole". I didn't want any of the things I used during my stay there. Neither do I want anything to do with this place. As I left, I noticed Halle's greedy eyes on me, as if she were looking at something she would soon possess.

A rope and other objects that spelled out scandalous intentions. "Please... don't do this," I begged him once more, even though I knew my pleas would fall on deaf ears. I felt sheer desperation and an instinctual need for survival, so I lunged towards the door, hoping against hope that it would be unlocked. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side. The door was locked tight just as I feared. A chilling realization washed over me then. There was no way out of this nightmarish situation. I was trapped like an animal cornered by its predator.

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

He then stood up with her, and went to see the doctor that way. Jerry had continued to check the ancestral home to see if he would find his grandmother, but all his visits seemed to be in vain. He later found out that she had been going to see her grandchildren who had pregnant wives. He couldn't go to look for her there, knowing that he would very much not be welcomed there. Ever since his confrontation with Calvin, he kept thinking about everything he said. He knew that Calvin didn't tell him everything, and he wanted to know more. He had been involved in Allison's kidnap because he believed she and Calvin were trying to kill his mother. His mother told him all sort of stories about how th