Trap Story Novels & Stories

Storm Storm The next morning, we took a trip over to the university to collect our belongings from the campus. We had been away from the pack territory for about four hours in total. When we got back from the university, we unloaded the cars and each of us took our bags and belongings upstairs to our rooms and began to unpack. When we had all finished unpacking, we made our way downstairs to have lunch.

EIGHT Domitus Capaldi Present When I had Lauren, I felt like I had the answer to all of my problems. A sweet, little, submissive that did everything I wanted without question. After the accident when she left, at first, I didn’t want anyone. Then, I could no longer deny my urges. So, to keep them in check, I opened Labyrinth. My sex club.

A rope and other objects that spelled out scandalous intentions. "Please... don't do this," I begged him once more, even though I knew my pleas would fall on deaf ears. I felt sheer desperation and an instinctual need for survival, so I lunged towards the door, hoping against hope that it would be unlocked. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side. The door was locked tight just as I feared. A chilling realization washed over me then. There was no way out of this nightmarish situation. I was trapped like an animal cornered by its predator.

, I groaned. “You’re telling me that you’ve never come here before? Listen to yourself!”, Alex exclaimed. “Okay, Alex! What are you trying to say? That this is some kind of trap? Hmm? Well, I don’t know, I just…I don’t know…”, I fumbled. Why was I really here for? “Zoey, before you open that doors, I want to tell you a story.”, Alex said. “Okay.”, I replied.

It is called; AMBIVALENCE: An Interracial Billionaire Love Story. It is filled with a lot of spice and steam and a romantic plot line with a sprinkle of drama. Plus for my chocolate mamas who like their coffee with a little crème, then this is definitely a story for you. Did I mention the lead is a Navy Seal with arm tattoos and a bad boy attitude? Again, thank you all for your support.

It might take time, but once you find the beauty in life, there’s no turning back. I’ll say it again; Life is beautiful. The End. (Author's note: So it's finally a wrap on Mirabella and Matteo's story. So Now, we're jumping right into the story of none other than the spoilt princess of the Denaro crime family. Mariana Denaro. Stay tuned because the details of her story will be shared in the next post. And to all those who literally supported Matteo and Mirabella, I want o say thank you. Your support has been a source of motivation and help for me. And I do hope that as we continue the journey of COLD TRAP with Mariana's story, y'all will continue to support my endeavors. Love.)

The sense of betrayal cut deep, leaving her feeling like an orphan in a world where trust had been callously broken. "You made me an orphan. How heartless can you be," Shanaya's voice rose in a crescendo of accusation, her eyes ablaze with a fiery anger that burned through the facade of deceit. The realization that the man she had trusted had orchestrated such a deceitful scheme left her reeling, her innocence shattered by the harsh truth of his greed.

"Why?" So, Jerald recounted his harrowing tale to Jake, detailing every aspect of his captivity. He described the days he spent as Mostafa's prisoner, the atrocities committed by Mostafa and his thugs, and the relentless abuse he endured. Jerald revealed how he had navigated the treacherous waters of deception, pretending to follow Mostafa's orders while secretly searching for a way to escape. He shared the story of the fights he had engaged in, including the pivotal one that was meant to prove his loyalty to Mostafa's gang, and the dubious reward that came with it.

He never questioned or gave his opinion about anything. "Thank you, Clifton; you may now leave," I replied. He smiled and walked away softly. The room suddenly seemed stuffy. Despite the fact that it was large and airy, I was out of breath with rage. I untied my tie and strolled over to my office's glass-paneled wall. San Francisco's sparkling skyline stretched out before me, teasing me. That's exactly how I felt! I'd been a complete moron. I was under the assumption that I had conquered Sydney all along. She was bound to me now. But I was mistaken. Everything was a conspiracy, Sydney had trapped me. I can slowly connect the dots now, except for one missing link. Who was running this show?