Spring Trap Drawing Novels & Stories

Hundreds of boxes stacked at the front desk, the dark red fruit piled into little mountains. A young girl from HR ran up. "Mr. Bassett… we're really doing this?" "Yes." "And the campaign?" "Do it." By three in the afternoon, the company's official account posted. The photos were meticulously arranged: cherries spilling onto velvet cloth, a company-logo card beside them, handwritten words: [Sweetness fills the New Year.] Caption: [This New Year, we don't want money. Just sweetness.] The comments exploded. The first few praised it.

"He sure is stingy. Proposing with a ring someone else didn't want?" Luna's face twisted with rage, the lie now exposed. She was so enraged that she lunged at me, ready to strike again. This time, I raised my hand and slapped her right back. She froze, utterly stunned. I swiftly took advantage of her momentary daze and poured salt on the wound. "You saw the engraving inside? YN0607. Know what that means? The numbers are the date York and I first met. The letters? The initials of our names. This ring… you must've begged him for it, didn't you?"

“Oh my god!” Domitus chuckles, and walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I got some things for your extracurricular activities,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver as his hands move to cup my ass. Inside the drawer, there’s vibrators of varying sizes, something I think is called a butt plug, what looks like a riding crop, and handcuffs. “You…are you going to use all of those on me?”

As he's nearing it, he quickly looks at me before turning back to the window, and I lie on my belly, wrapping both of my arms around his neck, knowing he's about to jump, and close my eyes, scared. I feel a sinking sensation in my stomach as he leaps through the window, and it deepens as he goes down. I opened my eyes when he landed on his feet and sat up, now holding onto a thick strand of his fur as he began to run with me through the woods. The rhythm of his body below me grows powerful, and my hips move faster, forward and backward, becoming one with his movement. I felt the cool wind on my face, blowing through my hair, and the scent of trees.

His face remained expressionless, but his right hand remained on my left breast, pinching my nipple from above the fabric. "What...what are you talking about?" I blurted out, my brows furrowed. He grabbed my arm and hauled me inside, his hold being so tight it ached. He led me into his study and shoved me into his leather chair by him. My heart was racing faster now, pounding against my chest. I couldn't take a breath. Aiden responded quietly, "I have something to show you." He knelt over his computer keyboard and started typing quickly. The multi-screen LCD turned on and displayed a picture of a man with long sideburns, a moustache, and a bulbous nose. Nothing made sense to me.

I apologized, feeling embarrassed. "It's okay," He paused for a brief few seconds "I will open your chains, okay?" "Yes," I said eagerly, making James chuckle at my enthusiasm. Can you blame me, I have been chained like a domestic dog. He took out a small key from his pocket before crouching down next to my leg. He slides the key inside of the lock with ease before twisting it. A small click was heard. I thought he would get up now, but he removed the chains from my ankle and gently massaged the area where a bruise had started to appear.

The other guy quickly endured the pain to pursue her again. "Help! Please assist me! Someone, please assist me!" Anne ran, clutching her coat and yelling for help. Her screams were drowned out by the sound of construction machinery from the next-door construction site, and no one could hear her. The furniture on the shelves fell everywhere while the two struggled, causing Anne to run and fall again. The man's claws are closing in on Anne, and his hair hides most of his face. But the frenzied expression terrified Anne, who was determined not to fall into his hands again. Someone or something appeared to have knocked him down as that monstrous hand was about to grab Anne again. Anne paused for

He asked in a serious tone, walking her back until she was stopped by the wall behind her. “I'm not answerable to you,” she declared, crossing her arms over her chest. Tarun looked at her with an amused expression. “Oh, but as far as I know, you're bound to me.” He caressed his chin with his thumb as if in deep thought. “And that makes you answerable to me,” he said, tucking her strand behind her ear. Her gaze was irresistibly drawn to his eyes, which held her eyes captive, filled with intensity.

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 "

He dragged her to the center of the broad and tall grasses, and she felt even more terror she actually fell into the hands of this ugly worst creature ever! "Let me go! Let me go!" She fought hard, really hard, but he was just so strong that her little strength was nothing compared to his! If she was afraid around Greg, what's more to this maniac who obviously lusts for her and will do everything just to get her and satisfy himself in a way that he can do! She bit his hand, which definitely stopped him, and then he cried with pain as she stepped on his foot so that she could get freed.