Mind Is A Steel Trap Novels & Stories

I murmured wickedly, “she will beg for even the smallest scrap of stability. Every step she takes will be watched and manipulated. Every heartbeat will be mine to control and enjoy.” I leaned closer to the glass, my grin widening as my mind wandered to the manipulations I had started in prison. Oh yes, prison: a place most men would fear. But not me, Stanley Morgan. I had transformed the confines of that place into a chessboard, moving pieces and orchestrating chaos from behind bars.

"I was wrong! I was so, so wrong! Please, forgive me!" I looked down at the man I had once admired, now groveling at my feet. "Let go," my voice was ice. "No! I won't!" he clung tighter. "I'm nothing without you! The old fools at the Alliance have lost their minds, they're going to strip me of everything!" "You deserve it." I tried to pull my leg away, but his grip was like iron. "I know I messed up!" He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "But you can't just watch them destroy me! We're mates! You can't abandon me!"

What’s in the paper? My heart thuds so fast. I’m scared to find out.

He mapped out exactly how he could leave Jonas paralyzed from the waist down, turning the man's life into a living hell. But the facility was crawling with informants from the Zahn medical sect. The moment he stepped inside, he would be exposed. There was no point in walking blindly into an obvious trap. He murmured to himself, "Even if I don't move against him personally, I'm not going to make his recovery easy. By the time he's finally discharged, Belinda will have finished dismantling his power piece by piece." His thoughts drifted to Cora, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was plotting. "Cora, you're barely keeping your own head above water right now. Do you really have the luxury

“Then the message you sent was…” “To lure you out,” Mindy cut in before she could finish. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to get you alone?” she went on, sounding almost aggrieved. “You’re always surrounded by people. I never had a chance to make a move.” That was all Sarah needed to hear. This was a trap. Mindy slowly walked toward the basement exit. She pulled out a chain and locked the metal gate behind her. In one hand, she held a knife. In the other, she dangled the key in front of Sarah’s eyes—then flicked her wrist and tossed it outside.

The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way. But, to get the information I needed, I decided to play along and remain a little mysterious. "Of course, I've heard of it. I learned a few tricks, but nothing to brag about." This seemed to put him completely at ease, and we continued talking as he grew more comfortable with the conversation. "So, how did you deal with that girl from today?" At that moment, I knew he had fallen right into my trap.

He had a sniper gun in his hand and he was now running away. I raised my hand while running and caught the bow thrown in my direction. “Where do you think you are running, mutt? This is your end.” I roared inside his mind, my rage now boiling my blood badly. I spun on my heel and caught two arrows the next and took a shot while running in his direction, but not directly in his direction. I was closing the distance between us. “How…. How can you mind-link me?” he yelled in shock, but it only made me smirk coldly. I didn’t stop but raised my hands, put the bow in position while stretching the string to my arrow; my eyes were now glued on my target.

He still needs to gain the trust he lost. "Don't buy me through your words, no one will ever trust a person like you. You are a devil compared to me, on what I did." Steel told him. "Then good, I don't want anyone to go beyond me. But, I think it's already your last day in this world." He then raised his both hands, looked straight at Steel's eyes and then thought of something. After that, he began to feel something unusual in his body. Steel's attention was ruined, his breath began to lower, his heart rate raced and his chest felt so heavy, just like what Ivory can feel earlier, he was also the reason behind that. The blood started strolling out of his nose.

Only pain in her eyes. Composing herself, she shook her head in denial and the attendant left. ‘What lost in Boston remains in Boston.’ With that thought, she flew back to her hometown. From afar, Adam stared out of the floor to ceiling glass window with his both hands dipped each side of his pocket. A plane just flew high above the sky right before his eyes. It appeared distant from where he stood. The plane holds his full attention until it disappears from his line of vision. “Sir, it’s hard to repair. The whole operating system has been crushed by some virus.” The mechanic from the IT department surrenders his hands in the air breaking his trance of thought.