Trap Story Novels & Stories

The hair is shaved on the sides but more extended in the middle; I honestly couldn't see Adam with this type of haircut. Feeling all gloomy, I walk over branches like a clutz until I seem to step over a wire. Confused, I barely get a chance to scan the thing under my foot before a wide net spreads over me from the ground, wrapping me up and lifting me to the tree. Fuck, a net trap. Dangling and above the ground, perfect. It doesn't take long for me to puke through the net. The worst part is that I know the hunter who builds these. He usually hunts in the early morning and won't find me until then, meaning I'm stuck sleeping in this thing.

Raymond asked, and the two boys squeezed out of the closest the moment they got the freedom, breathing heavily after long lack of air. "Ye-yes, Al-pha," A boy sniffed, unable to talk smoothly. "Mind telling me your side of the story?" Raymond asked with all due politeness, but the two boys shivered the moment they heard his voice as if hearing the devil himself. Raymond chuckled before he turned to Alia: "Do you know why they are so afraid?" Alia shook her head with a blank look. "Four tramps raped them in this room right before you got here," Raymond said the cruelest things with the most harmless smile, "see, my way is usually giving a sinner a taste of his own crime."

Tenths. They came closer, more closer, most closer and... one jumped with a speed of an eagle extending his jaw to catch her. That's when she felt being wrapped in huge arms which seized and forced her to jump over the cliff. "Don't worry! I'm taking you into an abyss where only peace and happiness flows." The man said, his voice sounding more romantic and promising to her. "Rejoice because your story is about to reach a happily ever moment."

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey

The Marking ceremony was about to begin. My short, calm call kept replaying in Connor's mind, and that nagging unease grew stronger. Just as he was about to leave to "pick me up," Marcus burst in, looking frantic, clutching the now-dull pack talisman I'd mailed back. "It's bad! Connor! That talisman you gave Aria, she sent it back! And… it looks like Aria found out about the footage too!" "She left on a long-haul flight early this morning! But… but that flight, it was just reported… it ran into an energy storm mid-flight… it crashed… went down!"

The taxi ride back to my dorm was fast. Maya was asleep when I left, a soft, trusting smile on her lips. She had no idea the person she thought was her perfect boyfriend was a fraud, a shell of a man whose mind was consumed by her father. I paid the driver and stepped out, the cool night air hitting me like a slap. My dorm was a ten-minute walk away, a safe haven of normalcy, but I couldn't go there. I couldn't go back to my life, not yet. Not with this poison still thrumming in my veins. I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking as I typed the address I already knew by heart. The Petrov Tower.

Myra's tactics were still as old and pathetic as ever. Every company had its underground gossip circles, especially a corporation this massive. Ours even had its own anonymous gossip forum. And currently, the top trending post read, [Legal Department's Claire Knowingly Got Involved With a Taken Man!] The comments underneath had already passed 200. I stormed straight toward Myra and snatched her phone out of her hands, then immediately started recording the unfinished post she was still editing. Myra lunged to grab it back, but Tracy quickly restrained her from behind.

Travesty? As another contraction hits hard, I can’t help but scream. I grab for something to squeeze, anything, and end up with Mark’s hand. He is screaming, too, and when Tristan laughs, Mark punches him in the nose. Red blood begins to trickle down his chin, and now Dr. Travesty is trying to wipe it up and ends up with blood on her hands. Yeah, it’s a travesty all right. “How long until we get to the castle?” I ask.

] That was the last line of the email. I stared at the screen, and for the first time in months, I smiled. The day I returned to the desert, Dan showed up at the airport. He had lost a shocking amount of weight, and his eyes were bloodshot. His shirt was crumpled, as though he had not changed in days. “Stella, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He reached for my hand, but I pulled away. “You stole five years of my life, destroyed my family, and killed my father. Do you really think saying you’re sorry changes any of that?”

Only pain in her eyes. Composing herself, she shook her head in denial and the attendant left. ‘What lost in Boston remains in Boston.’ With that thought, she flew back to her hometown. From afar, Adam stared out of the floor to ceiling glass window with his both hands dipped each side of his pocket. A plane just flew high above the sky right before his eyes. It appeared distant from where he stood. The plane holds his full attention until it disappears from his line of vision. “Sir, it’s hard to repair. The whole operating system has been crushed by some virus.” The mechanic from the IT department surrenders his hands in the air breaking his trance of thought.