Saw Every Trap Novels & Stories

I asked quickly, my breathing quickening. “I….Yes, I believe so. I’m…” He said uneasily, "I'm not sure." “Damm it! Play it and see! There’s the VCR over there,” I said impatiently. He looked hesitant. “Thomas! You have to trust me! I am your wife! I would not betray you. We are in this together!” I half-shouted and half cajoled. Without another word, Thomas plugged in a tape and turned the VCR up. The images immediately came on the screen. It was all there in the tapes.

It was a painful growl. I looked down at his paw and noticed he was bleeding profusely, a strong iron trap embedded in his right paw. He had just stepped into a trap. Was it there when Sphinx passed? How had Sphinx managed to avoid it? I saw the trap, if that’s what you were thinking. He was just desperate and didn’t watch his step, Sphinx said. I sensed his pride as we watched the alpha struggle with the trap. The traps in the woods were set by wolf hunters—Operation Wipe Out Wolves.

I shook out ten tablets and swallowed them with cold water. Maybe this time, I would sleep a little longer. If I did not wake up, that would be fine too. When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was a white ceiling. The sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I moved my hand. An IV needle was taped to the back of it. “You’re awake?” A nurse walked over. “What were you thinking? Why did you take that many sleeping pills at once?” I tried to answer, but my throat was so dry that no sound came out.

"A company is not a family, and a boss is not a parent. Employees and employers have a contractual relationship. Money is part of that contract; perks are icing on the cake. Don't let 'warmth' hijack your interests, and don't let 'thoughtfulness' disguise greed." "And Polly?" One reporter pressed. "Have you forgiven her?" I paused for a moment. "She paid the price," I said. I got into the car. My assistant handed me a tablet. "Mr. Bassett, the stock has risen fifteen percent. The board sent congratulations. Also, look at this." It was the social media trends list. [The Truth Behind the Cherry Trap] [Midea Tech Corporate Espionage] [What Happened to Those Employees Who Wanted Cherries?] [Apol

The Breaking Point I sat in my office with the lights dimmed, staring at the security footage on my laptop. It was the video everyone was talking about. Leo, my Leo, throwing punches like a man who had nothing left to lose. I had watched it twenty times. I was angry that he had disobeyed me, but seeing him snap like that—seeing that raw, untamed fire—did something to me that I couldn't explain. Then he went silent. No texts. No calls. For twelve hours, the boy who usually couldn't stop seeking my attention had vanished.

Matteo's Pov When you find yourself drowning in your own mistakes, when the gut wrenching nightmares don’t leave you alone, when all you’ve done is struggle to remain mentally sane, the weight of your trauma at some point swallows you up until you loose touch with everything. That was what happened two weeks ago when I woke up from a terrible nightmare and sent my wife packing. I woke up from the same nightmare that has always plagued me, only this time, it wasn’t just Bianca that I’d killed. I ripped Mirabella’s heart out of her in my dream and when I finally woke up, I found that I’d already done some damage to her physically.

“No! Please! Please! Noooo! HELP!” One of them holds her face to stay still, while the other cuts her face with razor blades. Making sure that every deep incision leaves a scar that will never disappear. Alex then walked towards Dio who had been crying, shaking in his chair. He even wet the floor with his own urine. Alex looked at him with disgust.

She played dumb and turned her back on them intentionally, One of them shot her another tranquilizer. She fell to the ground; the next moment, they checked every room, “Did you find him?” “Kitchen clear,” “Bedroom clear,” “What the fuck?” “Where the hell is he?” Sam screamed on the phone. “Search every fucking wall, everything,” he instructed. They started to search everything and found the bandages, and machines used for Decker. “Sir, we got his stuff,” they informed, “I am sure he is there, search,”

She didn’t see the camera in the light fixture. She didn’t see Nathan’s screen. She didn’t see the trap tightening, one quiet click at a time. The trap was finally in motion.

Three days before college started, my enrollment papers were destroyed, and my acceptance letter vanished. I lost it. "Didn't I tell you not to touch my stuff? You ruined everything I've worked for!" Brenda, my mother, acted offended. "I was just cleaning up for you. "I never went to college. How was I supposed to know those papers mattered so much?" My half sister, Kelsey Walker, scoffed from the couch. "Sucks for you. You should've kept them somewhere safe. Just take a gap year and apply again next fall." I did. But the pressure became too much. My mental health spiraled, and I eventually overdosed. Then I opened my eyes again. It was five days before college started. This time, I