Stucked Novels & Stories

“She’s not okay, is that what you want to hear?” That made him pause a bit, longer than the last time. I caught the opportunity and stepped forward at once, softening my eyes and twitching my fingers as I spoke. “She’s been…” I trailed off slightly, like I was choosing my words, then shook my head. “It’s been a few weeks now. Maybe more. She’s just—stuck.” His brows pulled together. “Stuck? How?” I shifted my weight slightly, letting my arms fold loosely across myself, looking around and avoiding his eyes enough to draw his attention.

Stayed nothing. And court. Stayed burned. And us. Stayed 7.

Something caught my eye as I proceeded down the hill on to my street. There was something on my porch but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I stopped dead in my tracks and couldn’t move. It was an over-sized sleeping bag that seemed to be wrapped around something but I couldn’t make it out. I inched myself closer and closer until I could get a glimpse of something. And then I saw it, sticking out of the top of the sleeping back was a lock of blond hair.

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!”

My confusion grew as I tried to piece together what was happening. Her small, delicate frame swayed gently, and it was then that I saw it. Her dress was caught on the door knob, firmly holding her in place. The fabric was twisted around the knob in such a way that made it impossible for her to move forward. She was stuck, unable to free herself, and it was this small, mundane detail that had kept her from moving.

Andrea smirked while shrugging her broad shoulders nonchalantly. They then talked about their day and Andrea asked why she was wearing a backpack on her shoulders. Luna flushed. She was way too embarrassed to admit that she got scared of the thunder and had anxiety in her apartment. She was about to reply a made-up excuse when a sudden boom! stopped them.

has one bar of reception out here, not that there’s anyone to call. I wouldn’t want to call Jenna and get her worried. I just have to figure this out myself. Just as my eyes begin to droop with exhaustion, I spot a narrow gap in the trees up ahead. Hoping it’s a side road that might lead to what I hope it will, I steer Betty towards it only to find the way blocked by an overgrown thicket of brambles and branches. My heart sinks as I twist the key in the ignition, silencing the engine with a cough of spent fuel. I’m alone in nowhere, stranded with no means of escape. Gravel crunch underfoot as I climb from the car, locking it instinctively though there’s no one for miles to see. Taking a dee

The bed was equipped with mechanisms that could only be unlocked through external settings once triggered. I had been completely exhausted earlier, so I'd just crashed on a random bed in the storeroom without even noticing it was the latest model of pleasure bed. I would usually sleep on my stomach and move around in my sleep, so I must have accidentally triggered the mechanism while dozing off. And now this single bed had locked my hands in place. The bed split into two below my waist, lifting my lower abdomen and hips and leaving my buttocks raised high. It was as if I was positioned for…

And the stayed things were still staying. The correct amount.