Rattrap Novels & Stories

She didn’t expect that Greg’s worker was even much worse than her original captor! Why did she not think everything could be a setup? All she thought about was how to run as fast as she could in the hope that nobody could catch her! It was all because of her impulsiveness and not thinking before doing anything! "You are mine now, b*tch! And I can finally do to you what I always wanted and think of doing to you and your sexy body!” He started touching her cheeks down to her shoulders. She creeped out to the nth level! Please save me, Lord! Oh, Lord!

my mom called but we heard no response, hope this isn't something serious, like a murder where the police would come flooding this place. After turning round and round with my family, it finally dawn on me to check the trap we had set, so I told my family and we made our way to where it was located. In no time we got there, and just like I suspected, someone was caught in the net in an odd way, to say I was shocked was an understatement, I turned to look at my parents as they both had the same shocked expression on their faces. We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and

He yanks the duvet off me, exposing my naked body, and pulls both of my legs towards him making me yelp in a squeak matter. "Tate, I, we, we made an oath. Remember?" I stuttered softly, but I couldn't help feeling myself wanting him. My body itself wanted him deep inside. "Oath? What oath? Are you saying you don't want to have hot. . . . steamy. . . . sex, without any attachment, or regret? What better than to have someone you already know, fuck your brains out? Or. . . " He grabs the dildo by my pillow and smiles mischievously.

"Sure. How about the Louvre. It's an awesome place and I'm a fan of arts." "That's an excellent idea." Zainab remembered the book she read, The divinci code. "Sure. I'll come pick you in less than 20mins. Yes, I know the apartment you're." "Okay. That sounds creepy. I'll see you in 20 mins then." She said and hung up. "Dude you look flushed." Ameer said. "It's your sister. She's acting crazy. She just want to marry him just to display to us that she..."

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

"I'd help you in the long run but your own help to me is a short exercise." "So what are you getting at Attracta?" "That Yetty, you would owe me a favour, a favour I can call in anytime I feel like." "Okay... " Yetty thought about it. "Deal." "Good." Attracta smiled. "Also, can I be your study buddy since you're really intelligent." "Sure." Attracta smirked at her new union. "Thanks. I owe you." "Yes Yetty, literally." She grinned as they got started.

But as I am not in the mood of talking so I sit on it with her and one man driving it while two sit behind our seat with weapons in their hands. I swallowed because deep down the confidence I had buildup saying that I will easily escape from here is fading with every passing second after witnessing how well scheduled security is. Van started to move. It took a turn and here it is a beautiful fountain. one mermaid statue is kissing a human man statue and water is flowing around it. it's so beautiful. I was failed to catch it before as the road is surrounded by trees from both opposite sides. so, when I was on the balcony I couldn't catch its glimpse.

Her voice was quiet. But certain. “I am not a murderer.” She wiped her tears. “I was betrayed.” A pause. “And now they will know what it feels like to lose everything.” Outside, thunder rolled across the sky. The storm had finally arrived. Because Lottie Smith was gone. But Charlene Jean Rice had returned. And this time... She was not coming back to beg for love. She was coming back for the truth.

To fracture. Seven corridors branch outward like spokes. Seven. My pulse skips. To one side, a fully stocked kitchen gleames in stainless steel and marble — stocked not for presentation but for sustained habitation. Adjacent to it, a single corridor bears etched lettering in black glass: BUTLERS. Separate and defined. Each of the seven main corridors bears a gold plaque. Names etched into black glass and illuminated. I step toward mine. Lyria Vale. The letters glow softly. How long had they known? How long had they prepared this configuration? Silence thickens around us. We are reading and calculating.

I can feel the wards in the air, faint and sharp like static. Hadrian raises his hand and we stop. “Trap,” he says quietly. I squint ahead. Two thin silver wires glint between the trees. Easy to miss if you don’t know where to look. Zarrk crouches, his eyes flashing gold. “Serpent make. Trip it and you’ll get a face full of venom gas.” I wave a hand and whisper a spell. The air bends around the wires, and the trap dissolves in a quiet shimmer. “Not today,” I mutter.