Trap God 2 Novels & Stories

she eyes the tape player with a smirk on her face. "I've had it since I was a kid, it's never let me down in getting my head where it needs to be. It's yours now." I press play, and hand it to her. "Eye Of The Tiger" by Survivor echoes through the head phones. Debs walks in the room, her hands on her hips. "She ready?" Reba wipes her hands off on a white rag. "I don't know, she's really nervous," Reba exhales on a long breath.

] Then, on an ordinary late night, elaire finally uploaded a new video. The long-starved fans flooded in instantly, only to collectively suck in a sharp breath the second the video started. A few minutes later, the comment section was completely flooded. The visuals still carried the same unbearable tension, except this time, they felt even more dangerously suggestive than before... The man still wore the black lace blindfold, but beneath it sat a sleek leather gag, leaving only the constant motion of his throat on display. He sat alone in a chair, both wrists restrained behind the backrest with silver chains.

As I can see his face more clearly now—oh, goddess, he’s so gorgeous I can barely think now—in the stronger light inside the house, he looks as stunned as me. He is looking at me like he’s seen a ghost. Like… he has seen me before and he can’t believe I am here. He is Gideon Swan. He is a warlock, and he’s awakened, and strange things might have happened to him—oh, has happened, because it’s why I was sent here, remember? Has he seen me in his dreams? Has he seen me coming in a vision? Can he see? I force myself to contain my thoughts. They are all running away from me, that’s why. That storm outside is an indication that I must do something now to help him.

It was a moment of pure bliss and contentment, where all the troubles of the world seemed to fade away. “Leave me… I can't… breathe,” she whimpered, her voice filled with fear and desperation. It was as if he suddenly snapped out of his trance, realizing the impact of his actions. He reluctantly moved away from her, giving her a moment of respite. Seizing the opportunity, she jumped out of the bed and made a blind dash towards the door, only to discover it was locked. Anger surged through her as she turned to face him, her eyes burning with anger and defiance. In response, he met her glare with a smug smirk of victory.

York's cold, unreadable gaze locked onto Luna as he advanced step by step. The silver prosthetic limb did nothing to diminish his imposing presence. If anything, it added a dangerous, coiled energy to him, like a predator waiting to strike. Luna flinched, instinctively backing away several steps. "Weren't you supposed to be in Rafiq?" York's eyes swept the room; his expression darkened when he didn't see the person he expected. Luna shot me a venomous look.

Tears fall quickly down my face, and at this point, I don’t even care. “Miss Price……” his voice fades into the background, as I perceive an amazing smell, pleasant to my nostrils. I feel my Wolf jump inside me, and I am about to turn to see the one who smelled so good when I feel someone grab me and inhale my scent. “Mine,” a voice whispers hungrily. I close my eyes in fear. Slowly, I open my eyes. And I see him. With terror, I quickly realize that Don Richardo is my other mate, and he is so scary.

There definitely must be some inferior motive. Maybe it's just me, but like I said before, I'm having a hard time believing in people nowadays. No matter how I see it, I can't let myself believe he is doing all this out of humanity. Why would he take the risk to free me when he could get him in trouble? At the end of the day, he is involved in illegal stuff and I can easily go to the police and report their names. A part of me still believes that they are trying to trap me and this is all a scheme. Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap.

That much you can trust me. Sysiphus looked at Raymond with a serious look this time, as if determining whether he could trust Raymond's words. [Give me control,] Raymond asked solemnly, [Magic has little damage to our body, but can hurt badly when it comes to souls. We are at a higher risk with you in control.] [I can handle whatever that bitch can throw my way!] Sysiphus grunted arrogantly, with pride in his voice. He had never met a match in his life, and he didn't know how to retrieve.

Second, by robbing Fire Beast Cores from people who already had them. Of course, the second way was the easiest, but someone had to use the first way if they wanted to use the second way. So people like this would usually wait for others to collect Fire Beast Cores first. After reaching the end of the time, they would come out and ambush them. But there was a clear risk in using the second method, which was when the person who wanted to be robbed had greater strength. The second way could boomerang on the one using it if they didn't spot the victim properly.