Trample Novels & Stories

Creighton asked softly with a frown. Sandra tried to nod as she stepped out of the back of the car and shut the door, but the feelings became suddenly overwhelming and she couldn’t hold it back any longer. She bent over next to the front tire and began vomiting in the dirt. Creighton pressed a warm hand gently against her shoulder as he held her ponytail out of the way.

In the blink of an eye, it dropped to the floor, as meek as a lamb, frozen in place like it had seen a ghost. My heart lurched. Behind me, a commanding voice cut through the air, demanding, "Who gave you permission to come in here?"

Trent barks, slamming the door. ********

I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms to keep from trembling. Trix steps forward, his body shielding me from Salcom’s view. His voice is cold, sharp like a blade. “You talk too much.” Salcom raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Do I? Or is it that you don’t have a plan, Trix? You’ve walked right into my trap, and now you’re grasping at straws. Tell me, what’s your next move?”

Yes, she may be liberated, but it doesn't mean she permits any stranger to get into her and touch her everywhere in her body. Getting annoyed, she tried pushing the man, but he was like an iron that didn't even move. She repeated pushing him, this time with force, so he almost fell into other dancers in the bar. They got annoyed because they were minorly disturbed by that sudden motion from him. She simply rolled her eyes and left the pervert. She even heard him apologize to those who he collided with before he followed her, walking out. "Olivia! Oliv!" He was getting frustrated following her and calling her name.

"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.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

TWO YEARS AGO I turned around with my wallet in my hands, before someone unconsciously knocked it over. I turned around to the very shy young adult as she battled with her tripped bag. "I'm sorry" She muttered under her breath as she quickly reached for my cards on the ground. "See what you did there, clumsy imbecile" Someone said to her, giving her a push. Her moist eyes smeared her makeup as her hair dropped unto her shoulders. "Such a clumsy bitch" Another remarked hurtfully as he deliberately spilled the ketchup on her bright yellow dress. "Oops" He said mischievously as he laughed to his friends.

"By exerting once power, every joint in the body makes a crackling noise, just like that of a firecracker. It's said that once is threat intensifies with every crackling noise, and the results are endless. This move is a fancy one!" The moment Jate finished speaking, he raised an arm and directed his own feast against Flame's. Bang! A loud noise was heard, but Jate remained un moving. On the other hand, Flame yelled in pain as all the bones in his right arm's shuttered. He staggered backwards and slump to the floor with an expression of full of pain. He gazed at Jate in bewilderment. 'I've never met an opponent as frightening as him!' Jate looked down on him. "I'll give you another chance, b