Springtrap X Mangle Novels & Stories

I try to sit straight but he easily overpowers me, straddles me, and gets me stuck underneath him. "What are you doing?" I panicked. "Showing you who you belong to," I visibly paled at his remark. It had to be a joke, a very cruel one. Ivan grips my T-shirt and yanks at the cloth with full force, shredding it from top to bottom and throws it on the floor. His lips instantly latch on one of my tits, sucking on my nipple while he cupped the other. His motion was swift and out of the blue. "No, no... Please stop," I stammered as I tried hard to get away from his tight grip but to no avail.

I swung. My fist connected with his jaw with a sickening crack. Liam staggered back, his eyes wide with shock. He didn't stay down. He roared and lunged at me, tackling me back into the living room. We crashed into a coffee table, sending glass and drinks flying everywhere. The music didn't stop, but the screaming started.

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

I stormed in the direction of the cage, my every move echoing with rage and insults. I can’t believe I am being made to do this. To carry myself to go beg a bitch who is worth nothing. This is so fucking not Adam Stone for anyone. Bitches come crawling to me without much effort. All it takes is for them to hear the name Adam Stone, or simply sniff my scent, or just catch a glimpse of my irresistible self. Hot babes with class. Refined babes.

Ryan has already surrounded the mansion with their guards. Outside, the armed men surged forward like a dark tide, their movements swift and calculated. They spread out around the mansion, a well-coordinated assault aimed at dismantling Rajeev's defenses. The guards, once confident in their numbers, now found themselves outmatched, falling one by one to the relentless onslaught. The sharp crack of gunfire punctuated the air, mingling with the shouts of men caught in the throes of battle. Each confrontation was brutal and swift; the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the mansion. Neil, battered and bruised, slowly rose from the ground, the metallic taste of blood lingering on h

Calista shouted again when they were almost there. "Shut that girl's mouth with anything! It hurts my ears to hear her screaming all the time!" snapped Aresh emotionally. It was unknown why the young man had been feeling angry all the time. Nothing had provoked his emotions. It was strange why just hearing Calista's constant screaming made him so emotional and uncontrollable. So far, none of them had ever heard Aresh scream or yell, except when they were dealing with demons. But there was no telling why this was different.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

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?”

"Mr. Bassett… I didn't mean it like that. I was just suggesting—" "Good suggestion," I said, nodding. "The company adopted it. Tomorrow, the cherries arrive—you're in charge of distribution. "Marketing will lead a warm-hearted campaign. Copy reads: 'This New Year, we don't want money. Just sweetness.'" I finished and picked up my coat. At the door, the first sob broke the silence. A young woman, sniffling, whispered, "What about my mortgage…" Then came the suppressed commotion. "Three months' salary down the drain… my car loan is due next month…"