Trap Main Character Novels & Stories

That moment that will define who you are and the path your life is going to take. My princess is about to make that decision. I need to decide if I am going to leave my princess alone and let her take that step to what will define her. And it happens in absolute slow motion. I raise my gun and aim it firmly at the Hitman, who, to my fucking surprise, has taken that very gun that I know he would be hiding. He has now caught Trinity off her guard, but she recovers quickly. Now, we have a good old stand-off, and fuck, everything is going to go wrong.

he says. "I don't even know your name, why would I trust you?" I ask him. "My name Tristan, I was Prince Caspian right hand, and I vowed my life to Princess Charlotte, you can trust me, I'm your best shot to come out of this alive," Tristan says finally introducing himself to me.

January 2018 IDÉE FIXE (Lev’s Club), Agrianthropos City TRACE I cheered as I saw Lev beat an SOB senator. Wow! My fucking best friend is still impressive at thumping some morons. I was about to tell Lev what I did to Rodillo, but I changed my mind. The fucking effect of the drugs I took made me need a woman more than anything.

Tristan looked at the man and the people behind him. It was certain that they were up to no good but Tristan applied patience in handling these mortals. He was a certified Supreme Existence after all. The heir of the Primal Author himself, complete with all the powers and memories that came with it. Tristan was definitely not someone that was easy to anger. But it was unfortunate that a few people were just born greedy and stupid in the first place. “Are you really dumb, boy?! Who else would I call in here but you? Of course I was referring to you and no other! You little shit!”

Instead, he steps forward, his movements deliberate and almost… unnerving. As we walk through the madness, I can’t help but feel sad at everything going on. Ryder dies, Alvera is Sick, I'm barely recovered, yet, Salcom is still on our tail, seeking for revenge. He wants the throne by all means. “Dix!” Trix’s shout snaps me out of my thoughts, and I turn just in time to see a gunman raising his weapon at us. Trix moves faster than I can process, tackling the guy to the ground and disarming him in one swift motion. He doesn’t even hesitate, slamming the butt of the gun into the guy’s head and knocking him out cold.

Adam spat and disconnect the line. He himself wasn’t sure what he is going to do when he clasps his hands around her neck. Because for the first time he was distracted and once he finds that distraction and makes her spill who was behind sending her, he will punish her in a way her soul will be terrified whom she has dealt with. ___

Alan croaked out, “Who’s going to heal me if you’d died?” “I’m sorry,” I mumbled and squeezed his hand within mine. “I’m so sorry.” “You’re not forgiven.” He stubbornly replied, but it only made me smile further. “Don’t be like that,” I prompted, “Have my attempts been entirely futile?” “No,” Sniffing, he shook his head, “Douglas is in jail, as we speak.” I smiled, “You caught him.” “We did.” He said, “All thanks to your stupid little stunt.”

He ordered and before I could say anything two female maids dragged me away. They cleaned and dressed my wounds that were still open, I winced in pain and my stomach growled. I was hungry, I hadn’t really eaten anything. I was grateful when one of the maids handed me a tray of food and without thinking twice, I ate everything on the plate and soon I was ready. They both walked out with me and I saw Alpha Devin, he wasn’t dressed too fancy and the room was slightly empty with just both of us and a priestess. What is going on?

A wave of dread washed over me as I realized I was still on Cain Island. The door swung open, and Tracy burst in, a bright smile on her face. "You're finally awake, ma'am!" she exclaimed, rushing over to sit beside me. I rubbed my temples, trying to remember what had happened. My mind was a jumble of fragmented memories and emotions. "What...what happened?" I asked, my voice shaking. Tracy's smile faltered, and she hesitated before speaking. "You've been unconscious for three days now. I don't really know the details, but they said you fainted three days ago."

He was alone again. The logical part of himself that was screaming in his head told him to take a deep breath, take stock of his injuries, and try to find a way out. But all his brain kept playing over and over again was what was to come. Dean was walking into a trap, in which he was the bait. They were ready for him. They were probably going to kill anyone Dean brought with him, making those deaths Sam fault, and then take Dean captive as well. Then they were going to make Dean watch as who knows how many men raped him and-