Trap Tears Novels & Stories

Just that instant Tara walked in like a boss, she stared at us on the floor and laughed at us, she mocked us like we were some losers, if only we were untied. "Look who is here, Nova Lionel, you think you can take Jordan from me?" She laughed "You see love, that is where you got it wrong" "Worthless bitch, he wasn't yours to begin with" Trish replied in anger, she was the only one without a tag. I was telling her to get her filthy self away, her madness choke me but she couldn't hear me. "You see little kid, you don't interfere when matured individuals are talking, go back to mama and suck some more" Tara told Trish and ordered one of the guys to ungag me which he did.

I try to hold onto me, just like before— Snap. Back to the marble. Arthur’s smug smile. Kieran’s face, pale and agonized in the doorway behind him, trapped, mouthing ‘Run!’ like always. The loop resets. The trap closes. My scars – crystalline and silver – throb with a sickening resonance. They’re the only constant. Fixed points in the temporal chaos. Anchors. But anchoring what?

Half of someone's hand. Nothing more. Yet the tear looked recent compared to the album's age. Almost as though someone had removed it long after the album had been stored. Footsteps echoed faintly in the corridor. Valeria froze. Someone walked past the room. The footsteps continued. Then faded. She waited several seconds before breathing again. Carefully, she closed the album and returned it to the box. Everything went back exactly where she'd found it. The hidden shelf clicked shut. No trace remained. As she reached the doorway, her eyes drifted once more to the empty walls.

David Pov I sit up, and that's when I see my torn shirt on the floor, and clothes scattered everywhere. The memories come crashing down. The heat, the shame, the desperate moans. My eyes widen in a silent scream. I look down, and my dick is already hard, a betrayal of my disgusted mind. Fuck. I scrambled for my jeans, putting it on and it all came rushing back: the knock on the door, the boy with the wild eyes, the taste of his mouth. It was a mistake.

I started to unwrap the bandages from my darling Sally. My heart was calm, steady. Sally might be covered in scars and horribly disfigured, but she was still my darling. Holly, who was next to me, gagged. Her voice was raw from crying all night. Her lips were cracked, and her eyes were sunken. I said to her in an eerily soothing voice, "It's okay. When the sun comes up, you'll be just like my Sally. Falling apart bit by bit, but with nothing you can do. But you can't leave either." I tied Holly's hands and feet to the iron fence with torn clothes and bandages.

Because the draining color from his face was instant. Carter and a middle-aged man in a black coat and a white shirt with some files in his hand - maybe the lawyer - was already present there. Tess rushed to Caleb who stood behind the bars. With a disheveled shirt, messy hair, and dimmed eyes, he looked pretty shaken. When Tess reached him, he wrapped his arms around her as much as he could with the bars in between. "Oh God! They put you behind the locker. Are you alright, baby?" she asked, eyes sparkling with tears.

I tried to pull away, but he held my hand down firmly. "Let go!" He looked up at me, eyes damp and stubborn, full of grievance. "You can't mess with me and then walk away like nothing happened, you know." I turned my face away. "We already broke up!" Oliver let out a soft laugh. "Says who?" I stared at him, too stunned by his shamelessness to speak. Meanwhile, he casually dragged my hand over his body while saying, "Are those thirst-trap guys you watch built better than me? Can they make you feel good? Can they make you moan in bed like…"

TEN SERA The hinges bit into my claws relentlessly, so I had to shift back, now naked with my foot stuck in the leg hold trap. I bled all over the iron, then I reached to grab it with both hands, gritting my teeth as I tried to pull it apart. It doesn’t come off. “Fuck!” I cried out, my vision blurred by tears. The forest was quiet except for the sound of small animals scurrying around and I was past the pack’s border by a few meters, which meant my shouting could attract friends.

"You have awoken a wrath within us that you cannot begin to comprehend. No one hurts our Mate and gets away with it." Trric, the youngest of the triplets, trembled with a mix of fear and fury. His normally playful nature was replaced by a burning desire for justice, his eyes gleaming with an untamed ferocity. His voice, a low growl, carried a warning that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it. "You thought you could break us by breaking Dirk. But you've only awakened the beasts within us that will stop at nothing to protect what is ours."

“If I find out that you had anything to do with hurting Ava, I swear I will gut you. I will make the serial killer documentaries you like watch seem like a fucking fairytale as compared to what I will do to you, am I understood?” I don't know how the hell he even knows she likes watching serial killer documentaries. Then again, this is Reaper we're talking about. Nothing he does or knows surprises me. She nods with wide eyes and tear stained cheeks. Reaper gives her one more squeeze before letting go. “You bastard” Travis snarls and swings at Reaper, but he sidesteps him. “Try to hit me again and you’ll be buried next to your father within a week” he warns him. That seems to sober Travis up