Stuck Novels & Stories

I exhale deeply, still dizzy from the kiss. “What is it?” he asks loudly, looking at the door. “Lucien, get your ass over here. Now!” Frank’s voice is panicked, mixed with anger. “It better be worth it.” He approaches the door and opens it. “Sorry to ruin your lovely moment, but I can’t get the front doors open,” I hear Frank say, and I sit up immediately. “What do you mean you can’t get the front doors open?” “We’re stuck inside. Stuck! The snow’s blocking everything. The doors are jammed.”

she snapped. She turned on her heel to leave, done with the conversation. She grabbed the door handle and pulled. It didn't budge. She pulled again, harder this time. It was stuck. "What did you do?" she demanded, spinning back to Rave. Rave, still holding his stinging cheek, looked confused. "W-What?" "The door is not opening! It’s stuck!" Rave walked over, shoved her aside gently, and tried the handle himself. He rattled it, then leaned his shoulder against the wood. "It’s locked from the outside. Someone bolted us in."

"I... I see it." "Grab it." Vince commanded. The roughness in his voice made a sharp spark of friction ignite deep between her thighs. "Try turning it to the left and tell me if it turns." She reached out, and held the cold metal knob then twisted, but it wouldn't budge. "It's stuck, Vince. It won't turn." "Put some weight into it, Crystal," he murmured through the pipe. The sound of his deep voice so close yet so far, made her heat up."Get a good grip on it. Use your strength."

Aurora adapts mid-scenario — responding to shifting emotional cues. I had choosen restraint. Influence through patience and understanding. Pressure applied at the exact moment vulnerability appeared. I look at my complete holographic simulation once more to make sure there are no mistakes. Five minutes is alot of time. Halfway through, I notice subtle fluctuations in my data set. The variables are shifting again. But how? They are morphing out of my controlled parameters. So this is what testing adaptability is. I adjust my approaches as the data keeps shifting. I barely manage to get it under control just as the five minutes end abruptly. Silence falls heavily. The instructor observes his t

Lucero stopped again. Now he was sure. His heart suddenly began pounding. He stared at the wooden door. In his mind, he saw himself opening this door over and over again. His hand slowly reached for the door. The handle was old but in good condition. Almost completely covered by years of dust and age. He pushed. It groaned but didn’t budge. He tried again. Anaïs leaned closer. “It’s stuck.” Lucero frowned. He placed his hand against it and pushed harder.

They took turns aiming and Dale was made to fetch the ever sticking daggers of Jessy. "Remember to hold the tip and pin it." Jessy would always say each time she was about aiming. Then one time it stuck, Dale leaped for joy yelling; "it stuck!" She jumped about and Jessy felt irritated. The second time it got stuck she did the same and hopped towards the large board to get her dagger out. Jessy decided it was time she learned another lesson. She aimed her dagger at her and pinned a tip of the baggy shirt she wore restricting her movement.

I stated. And I moved towards the door. I tried opening the door. But it didn't open. Shit... God... "We are stuck here. The door is locked" I said to him. And he grinned. What? Is he really mentally unstable? "Why are you grinning like an idiot?" "Because now you'll have to spend alone time with me" he said and winked. WTF? -----------------------------------------------------------

She's walking around in circles trying hard to get that shirt on her which was stuck. "Tristy.......I'm stuck help.... Please" she whinned as she struggled with it. She felt suffocated as if she's getting strangled by it. "For god's sake Tristiana! " she called him again with a bit high pitch tone which made him to get him out of his perverted thoughts.

I was fidgeting as I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. It had never been so real. Now I realize the fact that I'm stuck with this man for the rest of my life. I'm Stuck with Oliver. ***************************************Yes

Nakakaasar naman! Nagdadabog na bumalik ako sa may sala niya at muling iginala ang mata sa buong silid. ‘Di ko napigilan ang sariling ‘di mandiri sa sobrang gulo, kalat at dumi ng silid na ito. "I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck!" I muttered to myself, anxiously pacing around the small apartment. "I'm stuck here for Pete's sake!" This is crazy. This is unbelievable. This is fucking surreal!