Trap Main Character Novels & Stories

He waved his sleeve with his right hand, held a few pieces of cake in his left, and set off. Marshal Jasper sent Hamza - a man skilled in fast movement - to follow, but not long after, Hamza returned dejectedly, saying he almost got chopped into two pieces by Alpha Levi. At the moment he dodged, when he turned around, he couldn’t see Alpha Levi’s figure anywhere. Moving so fast, it must be Alpha Levi indeed. But... after confirming that this is indeed the great and legendary Alpha Levi, the people of the Dead Land pack felt even more uneasy.

Waldo Roy Wizard accepted the tea, gently took a sip, and said. "Not a powerful character, this person is a university security guard, but he has some real skills under his hands, and seems to understand a bit of Yin and Yang magic, look at me. This bodyguard was actually a retired special forces soldier. His arm was broken by that security guard's punch. Allen was really helpless, so he asked for the Waldo Roy Wizard."

Who would have thought that our paths would cross again? Kim was in a club and got into trouble. I was in the same club for a drink and I defended her. She saw me as an ally because I was trained for combat. And I needed a job. She will give me a home and I created a new identity for the job. I felt like a new person again. So much for staying dead. I want to be free. And I want my money. Playing blackjack was my game until someone better came along and cleaned me up. "The plan for Gia on Wednesday continues. Cut her brakes. Kill her slowly. Even if she survives, she'll look even worse. JL won't be able to stand her. He'll look for someone else. And I'll be there for him."

It's the brown haired guy. “What are you doing?” he asks, “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” “Get your hands off me,” I try to pull my hand away from him with no luck. “My name is Troy. I’m trying to help you, just follow me.” He starts to walk down the hall. “Why should I trust you? I don’t even know you?” I take my foot and trip him, making him fall and letting go of my hand.

“Then you have nothing to worry about, we still have some time. Let’s find somewhere safe for you, then, we’ll go back for your siblings first thing in the morning.” I wanted to protest against it but she gave me a pleading look. “Okay, then,” I said, slumping into the soft car seat. It felt so good to be outside those four walls. For the longest time, I had felt trapped. Shit, I was trapped by Ruiz. I knew he was going to be really upset whenever he found out that I had gone. Initially, I felt Bonnie’s plan to start a fire in front of the house as a distraction wouldn’t work. But luckily enough, it worked and I was finally free.

All the trauma of the explosion and the constant fear for Nyla’s life came rushing to the surface, and I reached for the heavy metal pliers sitting on the table nearby. I didn't care about being a good man anymore. I didn't care about the laws or the consequences. I was a Varek, and in our world, when someone tries to take what is yours, you take everything they have left. I moved toward the man, my shadow swallowing him whole as I reached for his foot. The sanctuary of the clinic was gone. The battle was here.

TRACEY'S P.O.V Don Pablo was an evil reincarnated as human. I couldn't believe such a psychopath existed. Beneath his perfect smile was a demon ready to unleash. When he moved closer to me, ordering me to beg, I had to bring out the last ounce of fight I had in me. That was the worst mistake I made. He urged his guard and they came barging in two, with one holding my both hands into the air. “What do you think you're doing.“ I gasped, uncertain how to react to their sudden grip.

I pointed to the lifeless bodies of Rob and Marilyn. "Aiden, there are main characters, antagonists, and extras in a play. Usually, the extras perish. They were only there as extras." As if this was a drama for him, he explained. "So this is play for you? You are a psychopath, Javier!" I said through clenched teeth. "Woah! Hold on! Why do you keep referring to him as Javier?" William inquired again, his face annoyed. Fiona looked at Eric as if he had grown horns. She was visibly trembling.

The line was dead. Panic set in as I watched the men ambush Amelia, seizing her and dragging her towards the van. Her face contorted in terror, her eyes wide with fear. She stumbled, almost collapsing. Without thinking, I reached for the door handle, ready to intervene. But before I could even step out of the car, a figure emerged from nowhere, taking down the men with swift precision. My jaw dropped as I watched the chaos unfold. "What the...?" And then, I saw him. Prince Tristan, his eyes blazing with fury as he took down the last of the men.