Novel & Cerita The Love Trap Novel Read Online

A place for secrets. A place for love that couldn't survive daylight. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The air was cold and stale, but it still held traces of him, pine smoke, steel, and something warm that made my chest ache. I sank onto the edge of the narrow bed and pressed my yearbook to my lap. The cover was bent. A smear of dried blood marked one corner where I must've grabbed it after Selena kicked me down. Graduation. Everyone else would have pages filled with signatures and inside jokes and promises to visit.

All because my heart, my whole body, and my life seem to be starting because someone is activating all of these things within me? Why does it have to be the wrong person? Why does it have to be the one person who doesn’t love me, will never love me, let alone accept me? I am pathetic. I knew this would happen if I let it happen. I fell into the trap that’s called zade. I am going to get burned, scorched, and burnt to ashes. He was kissing her as he looked at me. I led him on, trapping him in my trap, tempting him, daring him to come to me and question me.

"I left my world, my family, my kind to be with the love of my life, I thought all I needed was love, I never knew love is not enough. Betrayal is real in the journey of love. I love dan, I gave him my heart, but he betrayed me, he chose his kind over me, he believed in their words over me. It hurts, seeing who I abandoned my kind for, couldn't abandon his for me. It felt like a dagger was struck into my heart when he looked into my eyes and called me evil, just like her kind. I have nothing left for me in the human world again, I'm going back to my world. My love failed," Tears pricked up from Jeanne's eyes as she read the epilogue of the novel in her hands, she just finished reading ''MY L

I can't stop thinking about the stranger who drove me crazy the night before and I'm sorry for not asking for his number. Lying in bed, I reflect on my life, remembering what I was like and how I fell in love with someone who didn't deserve my love. But at the same time, I can't help thinking about the stranger who made me feel sensations I've never experienced before. Every touch of him on my body turns me on, just thinking about him makes me hallucinate. He touches me with his deft hands and kisses me passionately, leaving my lips instantly red and swollen. Our bodies mingle in an intense and pleasurable fusion, and I feel completely surrendered to it.

He made a low, approving sound in his throat. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So wet for me already.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace. He didn’t rush. He stroked along her folds, slow and teasing, gathering her slickness on his fingertips before circling her clit with the lightest pressure. Once. Twice. Then firmer. Steady. Relentless. Bria’s voice cracked. The words blurred on the page. “…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”

" She screamed and crouched, clutching her foot. Looking at the bricks on the floor, Caleb completely broke down and shrieked at me. "You set me up. You were setting me up from the beginning!" I tilted my head. "I set you up? If you hadn't tried to steal my laptop, how would you have ended up with those two bricks?" "You were baiting me on purpose. You knew I needed a computer and locked that broken thing in your cabinet. You just wanted to watch me humiliate myself!" Caleb's eyes were red as he screamed.

Her head snapped up instantly, her eyes locking onto the face of the newcomer. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the customer. For a terrifying, mesmerizing second, she felt an almost magnetic pull toward his presence, a strange, inexplicable gravity that rooted her to the floor. The stranger was incredibly tall, dressed in a sophisticated, well-tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. He had perfectly sculpted, crimson lips, a sharp, aristocratic jawline, and a pair of striking, piercing green eyes that seemed to look right through her soul. He was magnificent, dangerous, and— "Done eye-raping me, Miss Bartender?" the man asked, his voice dripping with

The article say. Her turn to other pages of the magazines and her attention was caught by the man in a black velvet suit wearing the new model of a popular brand of watch. He looks hot and sexy wearing it. She thought. She looks into his eyes. It's beautiful, she felt nostalgic seeing it. It was like she've seen that pair of eyes. She tried to remember and she couldn't help but to widen her eyes. He was that strange man. She turns to another page to see other pictures of him and she's not wrong it was HIM! She looked for his name. The article says he was David Lee. David Lee? She heard it from somewhere. Right! He was the model that Mia always told her.

For a moment, his mind drifted back to that unexpected kiss with Tristan during truth or dare, and he blinked, quickly shaking himself out of it. "Okay... moving on," he muttered, closing the episode and trying a different series. But the same genre kept popping up. It seemed this laptop was packed with nothing but boy-love romances. "Seriously...?" he sighed, before abruptly shutting the laptop. "Troy’s got an interesting taste," he grumbled, placing it back on the desk. As he turned toward the bed, his eyes caught sight of a book on Troy's nightstand titled "Our Sweet Melody" by Chelle.

she's says cupping my cheeks. "Please" I plead unsure of what I'm pleading for. "Please what?" "Please kiss me again" I say breathlessly "But-" I cut her off by connecting out lips. This kiss is filled with need, Desperation and even love if I'm not mistaken. I let my hands explore her body while her arms wrap around my neck bringing me closer to her. She wants me just as much as I want her right now.