Stuck Novels & Stories

"There were jammers in the college, so i was trying to call you from the middle stopper in the road. Later realised i could not, so i was busy thinking what next to do. Then a driver came and...." Before i could complete, Abhishek cut me. "He tried to pull any cheap trick?"

As if on cue, the air leaves my lungs; the chains winning out as they grow tighter and tiger, my ribs creaking from the pressure, and Gemini looks up, horrified. “I-I’m stuck…” she whispers, trying to step away from the barrier that clings to her like glue in a fly in an insect trap. “Rocky, I can’t move!”

Chap. 4 One month later. Braaakk! "You incompetent piece of work!" snapped Zack in an angry tone. He pounded the table to vent his anger. Because until now his assistant could not find the whereabouts of the woman who had spent the night with him. It's been a month since Zack tried to find the woman's whereabouts. But he didn't get the results he wanted. This made Zack even more anxious and afraid. Afraid that she would cause a big problem for him.

I mutter, my voice a strained whisper against the relentless drumming of the rain. “Just start, please." I turn the key again, and the engine splutters to life with a weak cough before dying again. Something is not right. She usually starts on the second try. My breath hitches in my throat, a wave of panic rising within me. “No, no, no," I whisper, my voice cracking with desperation. “Don’t do this to me, Betty. Don’t do this."

I spin, eyes burning, lungs straining for breath. The stairs. The door to the stairs. Yes. I turn and rush toward it, weaving through the thick smoke. I reach the door and yank on the handle—but it won’t budge. I pull harder. It doesn’t move. My confusion sharpens. I shake the handle, slam my shoulder into it, again and again. Nothing. It’s stuck. I don’t understand. Why won’t it open? Terror floods through me. “No,” I mutter. “No, no…”

Justin shifted slightly, letting out a low cough, clearly aware of the situation but trying to play it cool. "Uh, Ivy..." he started, his voice a little strained. "Don't," she interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him. "Look, it's not what you think," Justin tried to explain, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Not what I think?" Ivy hissed, finally sitting up and turning to glare at him. Her cheeks were flaming, but she tried to keep her voice steady. "I think I just found out exactly what kind of movie gets you excited."

I straightened in my seat, watching as he turned the key again, but the engine stayed silent. “Is everything okay?” I asked. “Hold on, let me check.” He replied, stepping out of the car. He disappeared behind the vehicle and after what felt like forever but was probably just two minutes, he slid back into the driver’s seat, brushing his hands off on his pants. “So…?” I prompted, raising an eyebrow. “We’re stuck.” He admitted casually. “I’ll call one of my men to come get us.” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It rang a few times but, there was no answer. Just as he was about to try again, the screen dimmed and his phone powered off completely.

“Kara!” A beat of silence. Then, faintly, her voice carried back from inside. “Lukas! I’m in here!” His pulse kicked hard. He grabbed the nearest door handle and yanked. Locked. He tried again, slamming his good shoulder into the wood with a grunt. Pain shot up his arm. “Lukas!” Aiden barked, catching him by the arm. “Are you insane? You’re going to dislocate it again.” “Door’s stuck!” Lukas snapped, already gearing up to try again.

YOU SHOULD CALL ME DAD MELANIE'S POV~~ As I slowly emerged from the depths of a restless sleep, I awakened to a pervasive sense of exhaustion that clung to me like a shadow. The constant, dull ache in my leg persisted, reminding me of my fragile state. I found myself trapped in a vortex of thoughts, each more troubling than the last, when suddenly, a soft knock echoed from the door. My mind raced with possibilities—who could it be at this hour? Perhaps it was Bryan, ever watchful and concerned.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Her mother replied after thirty seconds, which meant she'd been holding the phone: I didn't doubt it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She texted Adrian: The lock is still stiff. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He replied after eight minutes, which meant he'd been in the middle of something: I'll fix it Friday. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">