Trap Tears Novels & Stories

My heart stops as I realize they’re not just watching ,they’re waiting. As I yank the curtains shut, shielding Sophia from view, a red laser dot flickers across the wall, dancing dangerously close to her. A sniper? A warning? Before I can pull her to safety, the window shatters, glass exploding inward, and a voice from outside screams, “You’re mine, Sophia!” Is it Lucas, driven to madness, or someone else entirely, ready to tear their world apart?

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.

Nisa forgot that her clothes had been torn to shreds by the unknown madman in front of her. "No, I promise I won't do it again. Trust me this time I won't be pushy, uhm...," Leon held out his hand when he saw Nisa's face hesitate. Nisa was forced to comply.

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.

My phone creaked in my grip, almost cracking. I wanted to book the first flight home and beat those two pieces of trash into the ground. But I didn't. I took a deep breath, opened the recording settings, cranked the resolution to the highest quality, and switched the recording time to unlimited. *** Over the next three days, more guests showed up. Ryan came first. His leg was still wrapped in bandages. The pain-transfer device had left him with a fracture, and he hadn't fully recovered. Even so, he never missed a chance to mess around with my wife.

Alice was a much stronger fighter so this should prove to be easy for her. Then I heard the words that Tara sprouted out and a growl escaped me again. Morgan is not nor ever will be my Luna. I broke up with her and am now aiming to win my mate over. Alice is and always will be the true Luna of the Iron Paw Pack. My rage was starting to overcome me and not even hear my sweet angel claim me as her mate in front of everyone was making me feel any calmer. I began to step forward only once more to be stopped by Josh. He had put his hand on my chest and our gazes locked.

The woman, who had once looked effortlessly polished, was worn down by life. People online called it karma, while I just found it sad. My mother finally reached out to me. She said she had seen the news and understood that I had been wronged all along. Over the phone, she broke down in tears as she apologized, “I’m sorry. I should’ve trusted you.” I told her it was okay. However, we both knew that some wounds could never fully heal. My father would never come back, and neither would the years we had lost. I met a like-minded colleague in the desert.

Chloe Montclair I do not know what came over me. All I could think of was just to land my palm on his cheek and now, I regret it. He was just as shocked as I was even though, he didn't look upset. I don't know why he looks so calm despite everything I've done. Isn't he supposed to be mad at me for slapping him? "I-" I was ready to apologize to him and tell him I didn't mean to do that but, my room door burst open and Tiana and Janet both walked in.

I said as I tried to even understand what I was doing. “Wrong answer.” Alpha Rip said. I heard him cock back his gun. My head snapped over just in time to see him point it at Jasper and pull the trigger. “FUCK!!!” Jasper yelled and he grabbed his ankle. It was the same ankle he had already broken. It might not be saveable now. “I. Want. The. Fucking. Code.” Alpha Rip’s eyes were black as he looked at me. “Next will be his knee and I will keep going up.”

“Fuck— hold on.” He dropped to his knees beside me, trying to pry the metal open with his bare hands while keeping the gun ready. Another explosion rocked the building, closer this time. Dust and smoke choked the air. “I think it’s broken,” I gasped through gritted teeth, tears stinging my eyes. The pain was blinding. I could feel the bone shift unnaturally when I tried to move. “Enzo, it’s broken…” “I’ve got you.” His voice was tight with fury and worry. He finally wrenched the trap open, freeing my mangled leg. Blood poured freely from the deep gashes.