Trampa Infernal Novels & Stories

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

"Well, I must have done something for you to reject me immediately we found out we were mates." "Yeah..about that, I was stupid, and it's one of the reasons why I'm sorry." "You were stupid," I say, and I smack his head. "Awwww.." he says, and rubs his head. Immediately, I smack his head again, but a nut falls on my head. "Awww.." I say and look up. It is a squirrel. "Karma's really a bitch," Jordan states. "Fuck you, karma," I shout, and we both laugh.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

Tristan immediately asked. “I am… the Soul Ferryman. Tristan Coleman, you have done a lot of evil things in life, bullying men and women. You’ve caused a lot of resentment in many people. Three hundred women and children have approached me, and they pleaded with me to send you down to Avicii and receive judgment from the king of hell. Now, I’ve accepted the tributes from those three hundred women and children, and I’m here to personally arrest you. Come with me and report yourself to the netherworld, won’t you?” Alex deliberately spoke in a coarse voice as he said those nonsensical things.

POV - ESMEE BADEAUX "Stop it!" I scream, putting all my strength into removing Giovanni from Antonio. "Fuck you!" Giovanni barks at Antonio. He grips onto Antonio's collar and aggressively draws him up then smashes his head on the ground. Gasp and cries are heard across the church as people witness the outrageous scene. "Giovanni, Antonio!" Arial cries to both of her sons. "Boys!" Giovanni's father Diego bellows

When she looked at the caller ID, she sighed, “I gotta take this.” She stepped a little away as she spoke into her phone and from what I understood, it was a call from work. After she hung up, she looked back at me with exhaustion, “Code Orange.” Frowning, I asked. “What’s that?” “Loads of incoming trauma. Mass casualties expected - a bridge collapsed in the city. I need to rush to the hospital.” She said, and walked to the bed to fetch her purse. “Right, stay safe.” I said. “We’ll talk when you come back.”

“It will be okay.” Sabrina tried to smile but failed miserably, her bottom lip quivering with fear. Once the cuff was secure to a rod that ran along the side of the truck’s interior, they sat on the seat and waited while Bachmeier slipped the last cuff around Sabrina’s free wrist. He smiled again, a sickening laugh escaping his mouth as the aroma of bad breath filled the small space between them. “Now, that’s what I call a pretty sight,” he said. “Two whores tied up and ready for some fun. Too bad we don’t have the time.”

There was this voice that seemed concerned about something yet he wasn't able to understand until he heard a young girl's voice somewhere closer to him, terrified and desperately pleading. "Megan, please... Don't do this. I'm scared!" "Relax sweety... I'm your mother so please trust me, okay?" The woman replied. "This won't hurt you unless you refuse to behave yourself!" 'What was happening?' He thought wanting to open his mouth but his strength was slowly draining. Anton tries hard to open his eyes but he feels so dizzy and the next thing he hears is the loud shrieks of the girl before darkness envelopes him completely.

He gives a small nod and I return it; our friendship and understanding of each other seems to have grown. Abruptly we are drawn out of our connection when there is a glass-shattering scream. Natalie has her thrown arms out beside her and even her hair seems to be floating around like gravity doesn’t exist. Her face is contorted in pain and her muscles seem all tense. The master had actually collapsed and the ground seems to be shaking again. The ground rumbles and the houses start to shake. Alex is holding my arm almost cutting off the circulation.

) My body convulsed, waves dragging me under, until I was boneless in his arms, panting, half-sobbing. He didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, relentless, drawing out every drop of pleasure until I swore I saw stars. “Lucian—I can’t—” “Yes, you can. Again.” His tone was iron, demanding. “No—too much—” “Trust me.” He pressed harder, faster, and my body betrayed me again, another climax tearing through me so violently I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream. His curse was ragged this time. “Porca miseria.” (Holy shit.)