Springtrap Novels & Stories

But two months later, I received a message from Leo, sent from a different phone number. [Ryan, I'm going to marry Sue. You look down on me so much, but in the end, the woman you loved most still ended up with me.] I sneered inwardly. So even trash I had already thrown away… someone would still pick it up and enjoy it. Seeing that I didn't reply, he sent another provocative message. [Sue says Bayndemar gemstones are cheap and beautiful. She's going to personally design me a one-of-a-kind gemstone cufflink. Oh, and she also said we'll hold a grand wedding in Bayndemar. Things you'll never get to experience in your life.]

She reached down to clear her dead leg from the intake grate, but her hand froze. Deep inside the drainage pipe, a mechanical clicking sound began to vibrate through the metal. It wasn't the sound of a valve opening. It was the heavy, rhythmic snapping of ancient, spring-loaded iron teeth within the lining of the pipe—a secondary quarantine trap designed to prevent anything from swimming out of the deep basin. Before she could drag her torso back into the silt chamber, the first iron ring snapped shut around her left forearm. The metal teeth bit straight through her leather sleeve and into the bone, locking her arm flat against the intake pipe.

Text messages poured in, and my phone lagged, freezing at the chat interface with Greyson. Greyson: [You're disgusting! Don't return to the Tromp family anymore! I'll tell them about your affairs!] [I feel dirty to have ever slept with you!] I wanted to explain, but I found it useless after typing a long explanation. Greyson would never believe me, so I deleted word by word. After a while, a call came in, and I subconsciously picked up. The unfamiliar male voice was extremely vulgar. "How much for one night? I've seen your photos, and I'm satisfied!"

The assistant left at once. Less than four hours later, he returned with several bodyguards. Charles was restrained between them, his hair messy and his appearance disheveled. “Ethan, what right do you have to kidnap me?” Charles struggled angrily, though panic flickered in his eyes. “I am going to sue you for unlawful detention.” Ethan sat behind his desk and stared at him coldly. “Sue me?” Ethan let out a mocking laugh. “Charles, you and Olivia worked together to drain the Ferguson Group dry. You even planned to kill me. And you think you still have the chance to sue me?”

I glue my eyes to them. The twins don’t hesitate. They move with brutal efficiency — identical timing, mirrored strikes. Even against each other, their control is razor sharp. Even with the same Taekwondo Judo hybrid style, its clear Isolde favours power while Ivy favours precision. They end their spar in perfect synchronization — both stepping back at the same moment. A draw. The instructor’s approval and awe is subtle. “Briar. Marlowe.” She barks. Celeste hesitates half a second before stepping forward.

He scoffed and sat down on a metal box, leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, it’s quite simple Luna, we are building a mechanism that can be remotely triggered” Felix said and he stepped back beside the weird machine thing. “What kind of mechanism is it?” I asked, “It is a pressurised spring system that will quickly eject large wooden spikes out of the ground. They are to be placed at the end of the driveway” he answered proudly. I was a little shocked, it sounds so brutal. Then again, I have inflicted some pretty brutal things on some very unpleasant people.

I almost asked if Isaac had me confused with my father, but before I could say any of that, I realized that for Charli, I'd fucking climb a fence or maneuver under a gate. Could that be the difference between Oren and me? Could it be that I'd never had the motivation to sneak around and do backdoor shit? I'd been too hung up on appearing better than him, when in reality I wasn't. As the SUV moved forward, I knew without a doubt, there was nothing I wouldn't do to get Charli back in my arms. Nothing. If that made me like Oren Demetri, then fuck it. The SUV slowed as we turned onto a lane lined with oak trees draped in Spanish moss. The house—or fucking manor—wasn't visible, only trees and a t

Adam spat and disconnect the line. He himself wasn’t sure what he is going to do when he clasps his hands around her neck. Because for the first time he was distracted and once he finds that distraction and makes her spill who was behind sending her, he will punish her in a way her soul will be terrified whom she has dealt with. ___

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.