Trap Boi Novels & Stories

"Mr. Parell, I couldn't stop him…" Leo's frantic shouting snapped me back to reality. That was when I realized… I had been reborn. Bayndemar. A horrifying hell on earth. Terrifying memories crashed over me like a tidal wave. Every bone in my body ached as though it were being crushed all over again. I jerked my head up, my eyes bloodshot as I glared at Leo. "You…!"

I was really pissed, but on dealing with important clients, we had to be as polite as not to lose them or have them ruin our image with bad comments on social media platform, because if that happened, we would loose enough sponsors, public support, and customers. He had gotten into a fight with Roderigo after he got violent with me for asking him out and calling security on his refusal to leave the building. I came back to myself and immediately, ideas started to rush through my head one after the other. "Trixie, I need you to make me a 10:00 o'clock appointment tomorrow with the new chairman of zilak promotion enterprise." I said as soon as Trixie picked up the call. She has been one loyal

It was only when his warm fingers wrapped around my forearm when he tried to pull me closer to him that I realized that goosebumps had indeed erupted on my skin. "The cabin looks creepy." I admitted honestly and looked up at the giant wooden house before me. "Which is why I say : Don't watch horror movies if you can't handle it." He teased me but managed to pull me in for a warm hug. "I can handle horror movies." I rolled my eyes, "I can't handle the devil that's about to open the door." "Be nice to them, honey. That's my boss' family you're talking about." "Ha-ha."

Tobias's POV Oscar feints toward my left shoulder before sweeping a kick toward my ankle. I catch the move at the last second, barely managing to brace myself, but I’m off balance. His strikes are lightning-fast, a pair of punches to my knee, followed by a sharp kick to my other leg. Damn. His movements are calculated, giving nothing away until the instant he strikes. He takes me to the ground, and we grapple, both straining for the upper hand. Eventually, I manage to pin him, my forearm pressed against his windpipe, my knee trapping his arm and legs. He struggles, bucking to break free, but his energy has waned just enough to give me the advantage.

In its place was a look of indifference. It was as though whatever was going on had nothing to do with him. He even handed a tool to Hector. "Don't look at him. Look at me," said Hector. He turned my face toward him and slapped me again. He glanced at Howard, saying, "See? I told you she'd like it, but you didn't believe me. Do you believe me now?" I was only reacting that way because of the beer! The beer was spiked, so I couldn't even put up a fight. Yet the way he put it was as though I were being compliant.

"Wait! Don't run at us! You'll scare her." They skidded to a halt at her words. Brodi's chest heaved with the effort to stop himself from running to his sister. He had scented her blood a while back and it was making him mental. He saw her back leg in the horrific trap. Fucking poachers! He'd tear every one of them apart as soon as he could find them! He could see the bone of her hind leg was broken in the trap from where he stood. He knew if he could get the trap off her, she could shift and the bone would heal. The problem was the trauma of removing the trap might cause her to shift uncontrollably. And there sat Liv – fierce and protective and having no idea at all what she was in the midd

When Kobe attacked, Bogy dodged nimbly. Bogy’s movements were very effective and efficient. He didn't strike often, but every attack he delivered landed squarely and powerfully on Kobe. Kobe staggered backwards and Bogy didn't waste the opportunity. Bogy wrapped his powerful jaws around Kobe's neck and held him in an unyielding grip. Kobe growled and tried to claw at him, but the grip was too strong. Bogy's body tensed, channeling all of his strength. He immobilized Kobe. Then, with a swift and calculated motion, he slammed Kobe to the ground, the impact echoing loudly through the forest.

He mocked and they roared in laughter again. Paul just smirked. “We'll apologize and nothing more.” He said firmly. Eddie smiled and sat down, crossing his legs. “This is about to be interesting. I'll be merciful. Both of you should just kneel and kowtow fifty times then lick our shoes till they're shining. Atleast its better than loosing your hands” he said.

I kick up in an attempt to get his hand off of me; however, he stops midstep and straddles me. He begins sending blow after blow to my head. I raise my fists, preventing his hits from making contact as I lean my head into my arms like a shield. I raise my legs and use the force to push myself upwards and Tobias off of me. Tobias reaches over and grabs me once more, tossing me onto my back onto the mat. He approaches me. However, I'm ready for him and kick back at him, sending him stumbling backwards.

Something heavy, unnatural. I obeyed instinctively, pivoting slightly to the left. Dorian and Bryan mirrored my movement without question, their trust absolute. A trap lay ahead—a snare woven between two trees, nearly invisible, designed to catch a foot or an ankle. The cord was taut, ready to tighten. I exhaled, fingers brushing against the Warrior’s tether in my mind, acknowledging the warning. I signaled with a flick of my wrist. Dorian leaped over the trap, Bryan rolled to the side, and I passed through, heart hammering, but unscathed.