The Parent Trap Novels & Stories

“Which means I am close. So talk. What has he done. What have you let him do. And do not you dare tell me nothing again.” “I’ll ask you one last time. Did my father put his dick in you.” I hated that. I hated that my body heard dick and father and you in the same sentence and still clenched. I stared at his mouth and my inner voice started screaming all at once; do not answer him like that, do not poke this wolf, he already carried you out of that house, he already had his hand on your ass, if you push him now he is going to put you on your back in this front seat and make you take it.

"I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price." But the forum was gone. The family scorecard still hung by the door. Dad let out a broken howl, crawled over, and tore the chart apart. "This thing! This cursed thing hurt Mia! This is what destroyed our family! "Mia, look. I tore it up. Can you come back now? "As long as you come back, I'll do anything." Just then, an electronic voice sounded without warning. They all heard it. "Trade objective detected: parental approval was not achieved.

Attached to it was a tiny, laminated piece of paper with a single typed sentence: “The security gate on the east wall has a blind spot at 2:00 AM. The key unlocks the utility shed. Inside is a snowmobile. If you want your father’s next dose of neuro-regulators to be delivered to his medical team, you will be on it.” I clutched the silver key in my fist, the sharp edges digging into my skin until it bled. The trap was perfect. It was a closed loop. If I stayed with Marcus, my father would remain a hollow, painting shell for the rest of his miserable life, believing his daughter was just a nameless model. If I ran, I was walking straight back into the jaws of the monster who had dismantled my

I couldn’t move. Mia’s smile widened slightly, as though she enjoyed my silence. The way her eyes sparkled made it clear—this wasn’t just a suggestion. It was a command wrapped in sweet words and a golden bracelet. It was a trap. A trap that I had fallen into. I glanced at my parents, hoping, praying for something—anything—that would suggest they might object, that they might defend me for once. But they didn’t even flinch. My father continued sipping his drink, his expression unreadable but detached. My mother smiled faintly, as though she was looking at a transaction instead of a human.

"No, you can't do that. I'm a wolf under this pack's protection! I will not be a rogue!" I supported my mother as we walked out, one step at a time. At the door, I looked back at my father, collapsed on the floor, and laughed at him. "Elias, after what you put my mother through, don't think I'll let you get away with it. "Starting today, I'll have you watched around the clock, and I'll sell your location to bounty hunters. "Spend the rest of your life running scared." Then I helped my mother out the door, leaving his cries behind us.

"How will you be able to handle it, Shanaya, when you see the darkness that lies within him?" Tears welled up in Shanaya's eyes as she struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. Her voice trembled as she responded, "No, it can't be true. I trusted him with my life." He sneered, a sad smile playing on his lips. "That's the beauty of blind trust, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "It blinds you to the truth. Your father, the man you believed in, is the one responsible for the death of your parents."

Usually, the woodland was peaceful, with just the occasional bird call breaking the serenity. “I wasn’t expecting it to be so bloody cold,” my father commented, kneeling to pick up the tools while I grabbed the traps. We made our way through the woods. Dad slashed the tops of the thicket with the cutlass as he worked his way through it. We traveled for a few minutes before coming to a halt and setting the traps near a tree. “Don’t just leave it there. This is where I need it. I want to finish this before it rains,” he stated. Dad marked the location where he planned to set up the first one. He seemed completely focused on putting the trap together, so I decided not to bother him.

I raised two incredible children. My sons. “Ma, if you’re proud of us, why don’t you buy the newly released package bundle on the game and send it to me? If you do that then both of us will be happy!” Xhyne tried to take advantage of the moment to fool his mother into buying him the new game equipment. “I have a lot of books in my cart, everyone will be happy if you check out everything for me. Mom, if you buy them, the three of us will be laughing together on happiness,” Zhen also didn’t let the opportunity to slide.

I realize something. I'm trapped with him. Drake will never let go of me, but I will still find a way to escape in here. I will never allow him to trap me. My son is waiting for me in the house, and damn. I have almost forgotten my parents. They were expecting me to come over to the house, but I never come because Drake Grey brought me in here. That asshole trapped me, damn it.

It was her first time seeing her father so enraged. Project? What were those projects? Lavina could only steal a glance at her mom to find answers. When their eyes met, La lowered her head as if hiding something from her daughter. This made Lavina more curious, prompting her to stare at her mom with pleading eyes to tell her what was going on, little did she know that the truth she wanted to know is the very truth that was going to lead to the shooting of her mom. That it was going to make her an orphan, to force her into running for her dear life and ending in the arms of a lycan that had killed her La Lavina. The only person whose presence helped her to cope with boredom in Mansion La. He