Las Trampas Del Amor Novels & Stories

Trent flushed with anger, unable to speak. Jaycee wailed loudly, "Eugene, do you know what you're doing? You're being irresponsible with your future!" Eugene lowered his head to avoid his mother's gaze, muttering, "But I really love Megan, and I don't want a long-distance relationship with her." Eugene's words only fueled Trent's rage further. He frantically tugged at Eugene's clothes, shouting, "You don't know shit about love! You're ruining your future for a woman! Eugene, you let us down."

“I’m his obsession, Brett. There is no real love. In real love, people do not hurt each other.” “He hurt you?” I asked, rubbing her arm. It took a while before she answered. “Yes.” I drew a deep breath inside. I tightened my hold on her and tried to relieve her of the pain he caused to her. The fucker had the nerve to mess with two girls with no regrets at all. “When?” I said, pulling her to face me. She remained quiet for a moment and I didn’t press her further. She just roamed her eyes downwards and pulled her arm up. She put it in front of me. I saw a scar on the back of her palm.

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."

Beep. The door opened. In the safe, a box of video tapes lay quietly. The label read: Aurora – Taming Record. "Hahahaha…" I burst into laughter, tears mixing with the rain and flowing into my mouth, tasting incredibly bitter. Taming Record. So in his eyes, I was just a pet used to vent hatred and desire. I grabbed the lighter from the table. Beside it was Kieran’s most cherished thermostatic cabinet, used to preserve Seraphina’s blood samples.

Marta, with her wide smile, knocked on the door of her crush's office. But don't get it wrong, her heart was waving the flag of defeat, even though she wouldn't admit it. She hadn't lost, not really. She just kept facing rejection. It happened so often that she had memorized that Thomas's smile was mostly a facade. Thomas only ate lunch with Marta when there were other colleagues around.

Caroline was frustrated by the behavior of this crazy man in front of her. "My name is Caroline, not Camryn. I also have a lover, and we both love each other. So please leave us alone," Caroline said. "It looks like you just lost your lover, but don't make my lover like yours. They are different people." Othniel could no longer contain his emotions. He pulled Jonathan's body out of the restaurant. Then, Othniel beat Jonathan to a pulp. Jonathan fought back, but his strength was no match for Othniel.

I pressed, concern flooding my voice. She cranked up the volume and turned the screen toward me. It was a video of me, my cock in my hand as I passionately stroked it to Samira's image. A chill ran through me as the tray I was holding slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor with a loud bang.

It was a betrayal I couldn’t forgive, yet my desire for him only deepened with every memory. Tristan lay bent over the garden fountain, his body trembling, tears streaming down his face. The marble beneath him was cold, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin. The garden maze, once a place of tranquility, now felt like a cage, its high hedges closing in around us, trapping us in this moment of raw, unfiltered emotion.

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

While I waited at the hospital to get my tubes tied, I came across a question that was blowing up online. [What's the cruelest way to get revenge on a woman?] An anonymous answer sat at the very top with thousands of upvotes. [Easy. Become her best friend, then slowly take everything she's proud of away from her. [I should know. That's exactly what I did to the girl I grew up with. [By the time she realized anything was wrong, her parents already treated me like their daughter, and I outranked her at her own family's company. Her childhood sweetheart, who later became her husband, lost his virginity to me in the house she personally decorated for them. [And those twins she thinks are