Trap Story Novels & Stories

Her chest was full and round, and her legs under the skirt, wrapped in sheer stockings, looked long and slender. It made my already lonely self burn even hotter, a faint stirring rising inside me. The couple sat beside me, chatting warmly. "I'm Jean. This is my boyfriend, Ray. Thank you for giving us a ride. The Sicherian-Timbre Highway is so long. We really didn't know how we were going to get out of this." I waved, telling them not to mention it, and kept driving. The journey was quite long, and Jean could no longer stay awake, so she lay on Ray's lap and fell asleep.

I should have known better. When his message appeared on my screen after months of silence, my heart still stopped. Please. Just talk to me. I’m sorry. I know I ruined everything. I stared at the words for a long time. Too long. I told myself I was stronger now. That I had left. That I had survived him. That I wouldn’t fall back into the same trap. But apologies have a way of reopening wounds that never fully healed. So I answered.

He watched her, saw her lips twitch, and he couldn't figure out if he was nervous, or excited. "What’s the worst trouble you ever got into with Jay?" He laughed as he handed her the cards for her to shuffle. Over the course of their friendship, they had done some stupid shit, like normal teen boys were supposed to do. "We didn’t do anything like steal or something. But I think the stupidest crap we had ever pulled would have been a stunt in college. I know there was this one chick he was interested in, but she had some football player boyfriend. We were all at the library and I had to distract the player so Jay could talk to her. Not our finest moment, but he did cheat with her. That

I know that I am crossing the line but dude, I am not exaggerating as I don't want to involve myself in them again. I became kind and befriended by these creatures, but they deceived me. They broke my trust and it will never go back to the way it used to be. Once the trust is broken, it will never be the same again like the glass having its crack. Sometimes, it is better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. In my condition, I am not the only one who became hurt as I tried to put it back together but also the people around me.

After three hours of talking and assessing Anne's appearance, she left the cafe, saying she would call to answer them later. Ten years ago, an eight-year-old girl risked her life to flee human traffickers. Ten years later, the same girl was discussing the cost of selling herself to someone else at eighteen. Anne gave a bitter smile but didn't cry. Her life is a tragic drama with no way out, and the road ahead is dark and without light. Anne, perhaps accustomed to the darkness, no longer felt the same despair and grief she had before. That day, Anne was about to tell Rebecca to lower the price when Jessica called and told them the good news.

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.

How did he know this wasn't the exit? Who was he? Was he trying to help me? But he was a bastard who was participating in human trafficking. Why would he… Question after question floated around in my mind. I lowered my head. I was too exhausted to struggle, much less come up with answers. Then, I collapsed onto the ground and lost consciousness. I didn't know how much time had passed when I woke up. Blearily, I heard people talking beside me.

"My wife? That old woman? She's worn out and hard to look at. I've had enough of her. She can't control me. Just wait. I'll throw her out sooner or later!" Quinton's legs gave out. He almost collapsed on the spot. "Th-that's not me!" he tried to argue, but no one believed him. Nora's lips trembled. She pointed at him, but no words came out. Mandy put her phone away and rested a hand on her stomach, satisfied. "You all heard it. Didn't the Strouds want an heir? Well, here it is. You should be thanking me." The words hit Nora hard. Her face turned pale, and she lunged at Mandy, but her foot slipped. A dull thud echoed through the room as the back of her head hit the floor.