The Love Trap Novel Novels & Stories

Shienna could be his next victim. "You're crazy about her, it seems. Isn't it easy for you to get anyone? You have natural good looks that bring any woman to her knees." "This girl is different, Greg. I'll have to set a more sophisticated bait to get her into the trap." Their laughter boomed and made Edward's ears heat up. He couldn't take it any longer, so he got up and found a safe place to aim. Edward exited the club through the back door, placed in a bush opposite Jun's car park, and set up the 'new toy' he had been carrying around. He adjusted his aim to be on target, and he was sure where he was aiming.

Her eyes shut from the aftermaths. “You want me so badly. I will give you that.” He whispered roughly sliding one hand behind her nape and tugging her hair in a firm grip tilting her head upward and the other wraps around her waist. She didn’t get the chance to answer. She didn’t get the chance to react. Everything happened so, so fast. “You look like a temptress, so fucking exotic.” Adam leans and captured her lips with his in a hungry kiss. Everything happened before even she realize. His same cologne invaded her nostrils and faded her rightful senses. All she could feel was his lips that were mercilessly sucking hers.

Loveth almost slapped her but she controlled herself as she smiled again pacing about the room trying hard to keep a smile on her hardened face . " But you have to believe me Nicholas did , Nicholas slept with a whore countless times ." Loveth sat quietly again as she picked her book pretending to read , she crossed her legs quickly too with a straight face staring at the book like Isabella wasn't there . " You absolutely can't have Nick , he is mine ." Isabella snatched the book Loveth was reading from her hands as tears fell from her eyes . Isabella threw the book from the floor as she stared at Loveth with all the fire in her .

said Liora. Lorelei remained silent briefly before bursting into laughter. "You're right. I'm a pervert indeed… He killed me, and I wanted to take him with me. I never thought it would trap him here like this… He trapped me, and I trapped him. We both deserved it…" Lorelei began to speak incoherently, with bloody tears streaming down her face. Behind Liora, Isaac felt a shiver down his spine after witnessing it. Liora instructed Isaac, "Bring me the items we brought. Light the candles and offer the flowers."

"Without me." He loomed now, inches away, his breath hot against my face, fury pulsing off him in waves. I smiled, teasing his defiant. "And I walked out untouched, aren't you impressed?" His hand snapped up, fingers gripping my chin—firm, unyielding, forcing my eyes to his. "Don't play with me." My pulse thrummed beneath his touch, heat pooling low in my belly. "I'm not," I breathed. "Bullshit." His whisper was venom and velvet. "You waltzed into a fucking death trap alone Lovia."

"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

“You were perfect. Let me do the talking. Looked beautiful.” “Roman’s question..” “He’s jealous,” Liam interrupted. Grip tightened, enough to sting. “You trust me, right?” “Yes,” I said, voice trembling. “Good.” He let go. At home, the elevator ride was tense. When we stepped out, he pressed me against the wall, kissed me hard, hands rough. In bed, he took what he wanted fast, like marking territory. Then he fell asleep, leaving me aching. I lay awake, thigh throbbing. Five purple fingerprints already showing. The tapping, the hidden touches, the pinches when I tried to resist. Small things. Subtle. But adding up.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

"I could tell you a lie, but I don't think you'd believe me." Oren reached for my hand and pulled me closer. The world around us was oblivious to our plight. What did they see? Two middle-aged lovers? An old married couple? Or perhaps the truth: two people in love, trapped in bodies and lives that laughed at our plight. We weren't young and the world wasn't ours for the taking. We'd both been wronged, hurt, and disappointed. We'd seen the possibilities and we'd settled for so much less. Yet in spirit while together, we were young lovers. The experience was foreign while continually new and exhilarating. "Why would you lie to me?" Oren asked.

Another novel inspired by my husband and his long-lost first love—the woman who married his brother instead. A “tragic romance.” A “love that defied fate.” A story the world simply refused to let rot in its grave. How touching. “The illustrations are so beautiful!” a girl beside me squealed, clutching the book to her chest. “I’m going to buy it and read all night.” Another chimed in, “I cried just looking at the cover!” Ser Lewis said nothing. Wise man. The shopkeeper finally noticed me. His eyes flicked over my clothes. He found them simple but well-tailored. Understated but expensive. His smile sharpened.