Stucked Novels & Stories

Done with her bad habit of smoking, she crushed the end on a plate, "Zachary doesn't have the girl yet, not if the girl has made herself a player in the games," And as much as I loved my mother, even I had agreed then that she was becoming a bit senile with age. **** "And she hasn't being found yet, it has been a week already," Zade said, frustration was evident in his voice, "I don't understand, how does one just disappear with a woman that knows nothing about such stuff. Was it all a plan from the beginning?" I admitted I knew nothing about what was happening with Meda and it drove me crazy, not knowing. If she was being tortured or if she had gone voluntarily, I had no idea if she was hap

Only 78% complete. He clenched his fists. Every second felt like a century. --- At 3 a.m., he slammed his fist into the desk. The USB slid to the edge, teetered— —and the screen blinked: 79%. Still locked. Still holding everything. Outside, the wind picked up. Joseph opened the window, breathing in the cold, unsure whether the coming storm would cleanse or destroy. --- Stella lay in bed, eyes open, throat dry. She’d overheard more than she wanted. Said less than she should.

I was right on the edge, my muscles tensing, my vision starting to blur. Then the vibrator slipped out of my fingers and went upwards like it was sucked by a vacuum. I tried to pull the vibrator back, but it wouldn't budge. The more I tugged, the further it seemed to slip behind my pelvic bone, lodged firmly in the tight canal. The pleasure vanished, replaced by a cold spike of panic. I tried different positions, my fingers slick with my own arousal, but I couldn't get a grip. It was stuck. I stood up, my legs wobbly as panic rose.

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.

I'm stuck! . . . . . . . . . .

I'm so fucked. *****************************************

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

____________________________________________________________ Exhausted /ɪɡˈzɔːstɪd/ adjective very tired. "she returned home, exhausted from work" ___________________________________________________________________ 12 / 08 / 2021 Its that moment…. It is that moment when you know you can no longer go forward. Not because I do not want to , it is because I can not. An unmovable object is implanted in my way , and no matter how much I try I can never seem to get around it. It just stay there ; mocking me as it sees me climb and harshly fall down. It’s mocking laughter pierces my eye drums as I try run around it , but… does my eyes deceive me? I watch as the unmovable wall expanding – I watc

I thought this one would work, but unfortunately, it seemed impossible. Gosh, I feel trapped.

I remove my palm from his chest and chew on my nails. He moves away from me with guilt written on his face. He runs his hands through his hair and then hits the locker above me, causing a dent on it. Poor locker. “Shut up!” "Jordan..." I move closer to him. "No?" He runs his hand through his hair frustratingly. "Fuck!!", he swears. "You have to listen to me," I say slowly. "I'm not sure yet. I'm confused, okay? About all of this.” I know what I want and it is Don.