Sugar Trap Novel 소설 & 이야기

There definitely must be some inferior motive. Maybe it's just me, but like I said before, I'm having a hard time believing in people nowadays. No matter how I see it, I can't let myself believe he is doing all this out of humanity. Why would he take the risk to free me when he could get him in trouble? At the end of the day, he is involved in illegal stuff and I can easily go to the police and report their names. A part of me still believes that they are trying to trap me and this is all a scheme. Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap.

All she could feel was his lips that were mercilessly sucking hers. Without realizing her body grew hot and she surrendered when he took her off guard. A sensation so weird started building up in the pit of her stomach. There were no words to describe what she was feeling. His expert tongue invaded in her mouth and caressed every nook and corner making her lose her mind and something drops on the floor. Her Plans. Ruinous and deceptive plan. Webs, she had weaved to trap him had her got trapped like some prey. A prey and he’s a predator.

She didn’t expect that Greg’s worker was even much worse than her original captor! Why did she not think everything could be a setup? All she thought about was how to run as fast as she could in the hope that nobody could catch her! It was all because of her impulsiveness and not thinking before doing anything! "You are mine now, b*tch! And I can finally do to you what I always wanted and think of doing to you and your sexy body!” He started touching her cheeks down to her shoulders. She creeped out to the nth level! Please save me, Lord! Oh, Lord!

"Mr. Dominik, now you can say things like this. In the future, you'll fall into her trap, she pretends to be sick, needs help, then you come with the excuse of pity. Then, she puts stimulants in your drink, after which she sends me a video recording of you having sex!" Adine made a gesture that made Dominik laugh out loud. The woman in front of him looked even more adorable. Dominik quickly framed the petite, beautiful body in front of him. He looked at her with admiration without blinking. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Adine asked. "Because you're adorable, you've been squeaking like a psychic who knows what Jessica is going to do," Dominik replied. "A husband snatcher will try to

It was obvious from the way they looked at me, wondering what laid beneath my modest outfits. Caleb Harlan, the camp's most popular badboy. He moved about with that smirk he wore on his face, one that said he heard every sermon on temptation but was till hell bent on being a tempter. Caleb was the guy smuggling in candy bars that tasted like forbidden heaven, telling ghost stories that caused the little ones to shiver in fear and flirting like it was his job.

They say if you share the same name as a character in a trashy novel, you're doomed. I used to think that was a joke. It wasn't. One minute, I was sitting in my air-conditioned apartment, holding a pair of chopsticks, eating beef brisket. Blink. The AC vanishes. The smell of beef is replaced by sulfur, rot, and dust. My butt hits jagged concrete. My apartment is gone. I'm sitting in a ruined city under a dead grey sky.

But I still caught myself pressing my lips together to keep from answering. By midday, the shop filled with browsers. A boy who couldn’t have been older than twelve traced the spines of the fantasy section like they might spark to life. A woman in pearls asked if we had anything that would make her husband less boring. Moira deadpanned, “Divorce papers,” and the woman bought a romance novel instead. I found myself watching them the way I used to watch prey—cataloguing movements, predicting patterns—but this wasn’t hunting. This was… living. Quiet. Strange. Almost safe. When I reached for a crooked stack of poetry, my fingers landed on a collection with cracked leather binding. Someone had un

A single strand of her hair flickered back to silver for a fraction of a second. "Sofia, remember the sugar!" Nomo gasped, his lungs burning. "Remember the taste of the stolen sugar on the roof of the vats! You said it was the only thing in this city that didn't taste like metal! Don't let her turn you into a machine! Be a thief again! Steal your life back!" (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "The sugar..." The words didn't come from Sofia’s mouth; they echoed inside the violet storm of her consciousness.

That single sentence drained all warmth from the room. The doctor fired back, "Don't worry. If I go down, you and your son are coming with me. Those illegally transplanted organs won't stay with you." Suzanne grabbed something from the desk and hurled it at him in rage. "Don't even think about it. You're the ones who broke the law. Why should I pay the price? You did this willingly. Did I force you?" Justin stared at her in disbelief. In that moment, he finally saw her for who she really was.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.