Stuck Novels & Stories

I growled and the windows shuddered at the sound, letting them know instantly that they should rather leave than come in. My own pack would have demanded I reject her! How? How was it even possible for us to be destined mates? If our families couldn’t even allow it, how could we be destined mates?! I ripped one of the drawers from the cupboard looking for something and the entire drawer came apart when it got stuck and I became impatient. Rolling my eyes, I dropped the drawer and didn’t move my foot out of the way fast enough. Another growl burst through my body. What Victor made us do was killing her! I knew there was no way in hell he would allow me anywhere

“You want to be stubborn? I'll show you stubborn.” Emma was successfully approaching the gates, which of course weren't opening when she felt her car becomes stuck. It wasn't moving forward or backward but was still on. She added more gears, but to no avail. It felt like something hung onto it. She twisted in her seat and looked backward. “Come in!” she disapproved, throwing her hands in the air when she finally saw the cause of her stagnation. “You've got to be hiding me!” she yelled again, slamming her palm into the horn numerous times.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to find the words. "Uh, dear God, thank you for this food and for our family," I stuttered, feeling ashamed that I couldn't express my gratitude properly. Fuck it, I fucked my step brother, sucked his dick and rode it last night. I honestly didn't feel like praying, but I had no choice. I closed my eyes and continued with my prayers, hoping that God would forgive me for my mistakes and guide me towards the right path. As we said "Amen" and began eating, I caught Derek stifling a laugh. I frowned at him, wondering what was so funny.

My heart started pounding again as the adrenaline kicked in. Suddenly, I found myself looking at my restraints. I clenched my fist, closed my eyes and pulled my arm out as hard as I could. Behind me, the cave wall started to give in and I saw the rock break apart as I continued to pull my hardest on the wire. Blood seeped from behind the wire as it dug into my flesh, but I didn’t give up. I grunted and scrunched my face through the pain until it finally came loose. My hand went numb from all of the strain to my wrist. I massaged my wrist as I looked around the room to see if anyone noticed.

I blinked, and things became slightly clearer, revealing the figure hovering above me. Stalagtor couldn’t manage to get inside the hole because of its enormous size. It heaved and kicked its hind limbs madly, grunting in frustration, but its massive body couldn’t squeeze through. The creature hovered for a few seconds, looking like a frustrated beast struggling to find a way in, then suddenly lunged forward. Its giant body hit the opening like a cannonball, sending a wave of debris and dirt flying into the sky. Still, it couldn’t get inside.

I drew it harder but it stuck. What kind of seat belt is this?! "You can't get yourself out of it," he said, making me look at him. He is looking at me. "What?" "You can't get yourself out, little girl. It is stuck," he said, and I could see amusement in his evil eyes. "Get it off me right now!" I ordered. "I won't," I scoffed. "Adrian..." "It is stuck. The same way you are stuck with me," he said, giving me a tingle in between my legs.

Ian switched on the flashlight on his phone. The dim light spread across the elevator walls. "It can't be," I whispered. My hands were shaking as I quickly pulled out my own phone. I tried calling. Once. Twice. Three times. Nothing.There is no signal. The call wouldn’t go through. My chest tightened as I slowly lowered my phone. I looked up at Ian. My voice trembled as the reality hit me. "We're stuck," I whispered. The words felt heavy in my mouth. "We are fucking stuck....." I swallowed nervously before finishing my sentence. "Together."

“Catherine says eat or she will be mad.” “I am okay.” “If the plate comes back full, she will ask me. I am bad at lying.” I put the plate on his desk. I turned to go. The door shut. Click. We looked at it. “Did you close it?” I asked. “No.” I turned the knob. It did not open. I tried again. Still stuck. “It is stuck,” I said. My voice shook a little. Dane pushed the door. Nothing. “Old door,” he said. “It gets stuck.”

The heavy door slammed shut, the lock engaging with a loud, final click. I lay alone on the floor, my cheek burning and my throat throbbing in agony. The heavy diamond glittered mockingly on my trembling hand. I grabbed the ring, pulling frantically at the metal, but my fingers were shaking too badly to slide it over my knuckle. It was stuck. I pressed my face into the carpet and sobbed until my raw, bleeding throat could not make another sound.