Trap Main Character Novels & Stories

All I ever wanted was something simple. A man who would love me properly, cherish me the way a woman should be cherished, and marry me because he truly wanted me. Not because of revenge, contracts, family pressure, or lies. But somehow, drama kept finding me. I slowly lifted my head and looked at Luke again. He looked tired, frustrated, and desperate for a way out. For some reason, that made it harder to refuse him. "I..." I paused softly before letting out a small breath. "Okay."

The Trojan horse realized it was under attack and initiated a defense protocol. WARNING: INITIATING LOCALIZED MAINFRAME PURGE. "It's trying to crash the tower's servers!" Marcus yelled in the background. "Sir, she's taking down the firewall!" "Hold the line, Marcus!" Julian roared. He took a half-step forward, his heart hammering against his ribs, but he forced himself to stay behind the twenty-foot mark so he wouldn't trigger the bomb in her head. "Fight it, Maya! You are smarter than the machine!" Maya’s hands flew faster, her breathing turning shallow. She was sweating now, the mental toll of the internal battle manifesting physically. She was slicing through her father's brutal architect

Therefore, he had to rest for a few more days. When he saw Holly entering the ward, he said, "I called Tristan earlier. There are other obstacles aside from poison. Let's leave the traps to the professionals." Holly nodded in agreement. Tristan was hailed from a family of tomb raiders. So, he was best suited for the role. Soon, Tristan and Annie arrived. Tristan couldn't help taking a few glances at Holly once he stepped in. As they said, opposites attract. Thus, he couldn't help sneaking in a few looks when faced with a gorgeous beauty. After all, he was a man.

Still hard for her to have her escape, but only two guards would be better to be escaped without being caught than five all-alerting security guards. "I'm going to pee first, mate. Stay here," the other one excused himself for a while to go to the nearest comfort room. She could almost sigh in the hopes she was starting to see. This is it! One guard down! The guard who invited his mates for chicken soup went down again to invite the remaining guard to join them on their chicken soup upstairs. "Come on, mate! Join us for breakfast. The chicken soup was so good." He smiled and nodded. "I'll go, mate. But I'll wait for Mon to return first. He just went to the comfort room. In a while, he'll be

After breakfast, we got to talking and I found out they were just having a family camp and I felt like an intruder, I also found out that the trap I fell into was the idea of both her children, they both apologized to me which I couldn't say no to, especially with the cute Pout Charlotte had on her face, I knew falling into that trap would have resulted to something far more worst, but sometimes in live you don't look at what would have happened that didn't, be lucky for the now and leave the past. The fact that he would do anything for his sister was cute though, even if he thought it was silly, he still went ahead to do it for her, just to make her happy. It was quiet adorable if you ask

[1:59 PM] "Frail Girl" *Girl the Gangster was holding hostage*: "So you're saying that it's impossible to trust anyone? Even though I trusted you with my life just now. You didn't so much as hurt a hair on my head. If that doesn't prove it mister..then what does? That makes you a hero! You know, like one of those good guys in books and video games." (Dantzler is currently giving this person a very confused look, as they continue to ramble on.)

It coated my tongue, thick and metallic, a constant reminder that my jaw was likely cracked in two places. I was hanging by my wrists from a rusted pipe in a basement that smelled of damp concrete and old rot. My toes barely brushed the floor, the muscles in my shoulders screaming as they took the full weight of my body. The "Prometheus" fallout had been a bloodbath. My stunt with Kamara had thrown Oscar and the others into such a blind panic that they hadn't seen Matthias’s counter-strike coming. He knew we were coming; the trap was already set. Oscar had managed to vanish in the chaos, but Elijah and I? We hadn’t been so lucky.

"That's enough." Luna smirked, pushing him aside with ease. "What's this? Feeling soft all of a sudden? Don't forget. You were the one who said we should deal with this wretch today. If you're gonna use my hands, then sit back and let me finish the job!" With a swift kick, she knocked me over and began ripping off my clothes without a care. I didn't resist. My body had lost its fight the moment I found out Clint had died. I stared blankly at the locked cage in front of me and felt absolutely nothing.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

While I waited at the hospital to get my tubes tied, I came across a question that was blowing up online. [What's the cruelest way to get revenge on a woman?] An anonymous answer sat at the very top with thousands of upvotes. [Easy. Become her best friend, then slowly take everything she's proud of away from her. [I should know. That's exactly what I did to the girl I grew up with. [By the time she realized anything was wrong, her parents already treated me like their daughter, and I outranked her at her own family's company. Her childhood sweetheart, who later became her husband, lost his virginity to me in the house she personally decorated for them. [And those twins she thinks are