Rattrap Novels & Stories

Kat replied while she held the outfit up and examined it. “Oh hell no,” Taryn gave out as she jumped off the bed with phone still in hand. She snatched the sweater from Kat and observed it. It was red and green with black stripes and a large reindeer embroidered in the centre. The material looked like something sewed by Mrs. Clause. “This thing looks like the Nightmare Before Christmas. What kind of best friend I would be if I let my bestie be seen in this monstrosity?” “What's wrong with it?” Kat asked. “I think it has spunk,” Kat added, and Taryn practically laughed as she gave the hideous apparel another scornful look.

“Forget something?” “Yeah,” Trisha said a bit breathless. “Your surprise.” Rebecca waved her off. “I’ll get it from you later. Go dance.” “No, it’s coming here. I just wanted to be here to yell surprise when it shows up.” “What is it?” Rebecca asked, suddenly confused by Trisha’s description. It was coming to join them at the club, but it wasn’t a person? “You’ll see. When it gets here, just imagine me yelling surprise! You’re going to drop dead.” Trisha laughed and waved, running back toward the dance floor.

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey

these words sounds familiar to me, including his presence and scent, 'strike it out Melanie it's impossible' "Umm I'm Melanie the lady who is meant to be your wife" "Get out!!" " Are you really that cool, driving me out with out hearing me out, your workers must be suffering " I said almost commanding. " Go straight!" " Well I'm here to strike out our difference, I'm not willing to marry you and I don't think you're so let have a contract marriage " " Why?" " Cause I'm not interested in living with a stranger, and perhaps I've a mission I've to accomplish within one year, so let's have a one year contract marriage "

500 dollars? This took me aback. So, the first man sold my information to someone else. That was why a different man was harassing me on the bus today. Just as I expected, this wasn't just a coincidence. Thinking of this, I stopped running. The man smirked lewdly. Rubbing his hands together, he strode toward me. "Don't be afraid. I will treat you well as long as you don't fight back." He reached out and tried to grab me.

There definitely must be some inferior motive. Maybe it's just me, but like I said before, I'm having a hard time believing in people nowadays. No matter how I see it, I can't let myself believe he is doing all this out of humanity. Why would he take the risk to free me when he could get him in trouble? At the end of the day, he is involved in illegal stuff and I can easily go to the police and report their names. A part of me still believes that they are trying to trap me and this is all a scheme. Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap.

I am addressing the students on responsibility when a tiny voice interrupts. “I am sorry” I immediately know that she is a student and that she arrived late. I am about to scold her when a very alluring smell hits my nose. It is the smell of vanilla. Know it s from her, and in a second, it dawns on me that she is definitely my mate. I quietly heave a sigh of relief, and I take her in with my eyes. She is a petite, beautiful girl, with brown hair and huge, brown eyes. She is undeniably attractive, but she is young. I am confused as to why she is so young. It is not like I care, as I have waited too long for her. I round off my speech and the principal dismisses the students. I beckon to him.

David Pov I sit up, and that's when I see my torn shirt on the floor, and clothes scattered everywhere. The memories come crashing down. The heat, the shame, the desperate moans. My eyes widen in a silent scream. I look down, and my dick is already hard, a betrayal of my disgusted mind. Fuck. I scrambled for my jeans, putting it on and it all came rushing back: the knock on the door, the boy with the wild eyes, the taste of his mouth. It was a mistake.

Anatoly grabbed my arm again, hitting the scalpel right out of my palm. I yanked against him, but there was no use. I was already being dragged back toward my cage. And yet— I smiled. Because now? I had his attention.

He says running his hands through his hair in frustration. " He could be a human trafficker for all you know. You could find yourself in a Mexican slave camp, by ten tomorrow morning." " Mexican slave camp huh? I've always wanted to visit Mexico." He glares at me. " I ain't joking." " Come on Rahman, he's a best selling author not a human trafficker. I assure you,he's a perfect gentleman." " Other victims probably thought their captors were also perfect gentleman." " I'll text you his address if that'll help settle your nerves.