Trap Tears Novels & Stories

, I say. “I, Jordan Right, reject you, Nala Price, as my mate.”. He says bitterly. I wasn’t expecting that. I actually thought he was going to be happy. “What’s wrong with Jordan?”, I can’t stop myself from asking as tears threaten to fall. I feel broken, and cry as I go to my first class. **************************

It was a miracle I was still standing when my knees felt like jello. "I'm sorry," Ignoring me, he dragged me while I stumbled behind him. "Ivan, please forgive me. I promise I will never touch your things again". I started tugging my wrist out of his grip, but he's way too powerful. "Let me go... please," I pleaded in hysterics, scraping his fingers around my wrist as I tried to pull it free but to no avail. "Shut up!" He shrieked, annoyed. I finally pulled my hand from him using as much force as I could, taking him in shock, even if it was only for a mere few seconds.

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."

He was within a large transparent square-like force field. “Now, now Reptilian, you’re trapped,” Hilter smiled gleefully. Tristan the Reptilian began hitting the barrier, it was of no use, tiny ripples on the transparent force-field appeared were the Reptilian was hitting it, but the force field held intact, Tristan the Reptilian was trapped. “You can not break the force field I’m afraid. How easily it was, for your parents to reject you, but I must admit I had a bit of help in setting up the theatrics,” Hilter said smiling.

The impact vibrates Trent’s body like a tuning folk. “I don’t understand!” Trent says. Since we know the bundle that controls the right arm, we find its analogy on the left and tug. Trent shoves the lady back (“Sorry!”), giving him the space he needs to tear open the front door. On the sidewalk, he bounces off a random passerby before smacking into a parked car, which drives the wind out of his lungs. His leopard-print jacket is torn around the right pocket, his left shoe untied and threatening to flop off.

“I’m not leaving you!” Travian cupped his cheek, smiling through the pain. “You already lost once because you tried to save everything. Don’t lose again trying to save me.” The rift’s pull grew stronger, tearing reality apart. Travian pressed his forehead to Soren’s. “Promise me something…” Soren’s voice broke. “Anything.” “Live. Even if it’s without me.” Before Soren could speak again, Travian kissed him—slow, trembling, eternal—and then shoved him into the collapsing rift. The world exploded in gold and shadow.

Trixy panted. “We can't get out?” Trixy waited for a beat and extended her claws. She attempted to claw at the ropes and cut through the wristband but not a single thread was cut loose. “No,” she said. Our claws retracted, our eyes turned back and Trixy stepped down from the front with a deflated sense of strength and power. “It’s not your fault,” I comforted. I felt every ounce of angst that she did and it broke my heart to know that she didn't think she was enough.

Fresh tears stream down her face nonstop. "Let go of you?" The man sneered. "I'm not satisfied yet! Why would I let you go? Aren't you good at hurting yourself? Then this time..." He trailed off his words and licked his lips. "You have to satisfy me and I warn you, don't provoke me again or I'll make sure to break your legs..." He threatened mercilessly.

~ADELE~ I woke up in the morning with soreness in between my legs. The first thing I felt was tears in my eyes. I burst into tears; my first night, my very first night, was horrible as the monster punished me for the thing that triggered something inside him. I can’t live like this. First, my brother and mom tortured me, and then he did. Am I a human or a puppet?

The emotional turmoil becomes too overwhelming to contain, and her trembling body betrays her inner turmoil. She shivers, both from the fear that courses through her and the emotional strain of the situation. Elizabeth, with tears streaming down her face, stands against the wall as Tristan, her boss, approaches her. He notices her tears and reaches out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze. He softly utters, “Wait, did I make you cry?” Unable to speak, her voice trembling, “You trapped me.” There is a heavy pause as Elizabeth waits for Tristan's response. Tristan sighs deeply, “I never meant to trap you, Elizabeth. I let my frustrations get the better of me, and I am truly sorry for the