Trap Tears Novels & Stories

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

knows apart from me, not even her mother, as her mum is sick so she doesn't want to add to their problems," Mirabel explained. " Thank you for coming out Mirabel, I really appreciate this" he replied and hung up the call He was so mad that he began flinging things around the room, he could relate to his Father's anger at this point, he felt terrible about letting Nathan go Scot free without at least detaining him or handing him over to the police. He was going to make Nathan pay for everything he did to Stephanie he promised himself. The noise coming from his room attracted both Derrick and Sophie who quickly ran into the room and they wondered what could have made him start shouting. "He r

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

My mother’s warm brown eyes shun with unshed tears "Oh my poor dear. Don't you worry, I'll take care of this. I'm going to research the best therapists in the area and carefully vet them before setting up an appointment for you." Though I appreciated the gesture, a part of me still recoiled from the idea of laying bare the most painful, intimate facets of my trauma to a stranger's clinical gaze. There were certain memories, certain anguished experiences, that I desperately longed to keep locked away. Things that felt too fragile to ever be exposed to the light of day. "I...I appreciate that, Mom.” I said weakly. My younger brother Robert has always been the most stubborn and protective of al

"I want you, Jake." “I want you too, Rachel.” She climbed off his lap to finish stripping and his eyes landed everywhere they could. Once she kicked off her jeans and panties, she walked back over to him, and his hands grabbed her hips again, his thumb trailing over a new tattoo that was there. “What’s that?” She pushed her hair behind her ear and blushed. “Just a promise to myself.” It was a rainbow done in only three colors, but there were no clouds and no pot of gold.

"She was pregnant with your child! How could you accuse her of betraying you?" "Your fertility issues were cured years ago because of her constant treatments and herbal remedies! She loved you, Yoel. And you killed her. You didn't just kill her; you murdered your own child!" Yoel collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Just kill me now! I don't deserve to live. I'm not even human. I could've had a family, a life full of love! But now, because of one stupid mistake, I've lost everything! I'm such an idiot!" He pounded his fists on the ground, his cries echoing through the room. "Julianna, come back! I know I was wrong!"

So while they were being trained, I would be out here on the easiest side to guard- alone. Alpha Brendon was putting more strength now on the boarders. Thanks to his Luna being abducted. I was surprised he didn't make us all follow him off to war. It's probably because he's gathering alliances from other alphas. He will not go into war alone against Lamia. I lept over a dead tree in my way- landing swiftly on the ground. I was about to continue my run when I heard a metal trap shut. I howled in pain as I felt my leg snap. The pain sprung through my body and made me transform back as panic sat in me. I have to- I cried as my new limb's snap echoed through the forest around me. I looked at the

“And the university?” “You are already facing expulsion,” Jean says. “That process will continue independently.” Sarah turns toward Travis, desperation flooding her expression. “Please,” she pleads. “Tell Tiara I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to destroy her.” Travis meets her gaze fully for the first time. His eyes are cold, steady. “Apologies don’t undo trauma,” he says quietly. “You didn’t just hurt her. You violated her dignity. And that is something the law takes very seriously.”

he said softly. His voice, his presence, was calming. He seemed like an undisturbed plantation. Calm and endearing. Like he couldn't hurt a fly. He also seemed fragile, like he was at a breaking point. A small bomb, and the plantation would go to ruins. Such soul purity could only last for so long under the trauma his had faced. The thing about calm waters was that a tiny stone could cause large tremors. Tarik seemed like a small stone was all it would take to release all the years of trauma and pain well buried. Clea didn't want to be that stone. With what was happening to her, she could be the one to tip the scale. That scared her.

"The tripwire triggers the kinetic blast. The explosion doesn't kill you—it knocks you into the gravity well. The well activates on impact. It crushes the target while they are disoriented." I looked up at them. "It is a trap designed specifically to neutralize Highblood regeneration." "How?" Neoma asked. She stepped closer. Her movement was silent, unnerving. The Void within her dampened the sound of her boots. "We heal fast." "We heal tissue," I explained. My voice was clinical, a shield against the horror of the physics involved. "We do not heal when crushed into a singularity. This trap isn't designed to wound, Neoma. It is designed to liquefy bone and matter into a paste."