Novel & Cerita Trapped 1

The entrance was hidden beneath an old warehouse, its rusted exterior giving no hint of the elaborate network below. The moment they breached the entrance, chaos erupted. Gunfire echoed through the narrow corridors as Marcus’s men fought back fiercely. Theo and the men moved in sync, taking down guards with precision. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of gunpowder, but Theo's focus remained unshaken. Room by room, they pushed forward, only to find empty spaces where Marcus should have been. Frustration mounted as they realized he was one step ahead. In a back room, Theo discovered a hastily abandoned workstation. Papers were strewn across the desk, and a monitor displayed a li

I am trapped by my own worlds and thoughts and it is so hard to break free as I was being trapped in a literal way. Once again, I am trapped into the unknown.

He stood behind me and leaned his head closer to my right ear. "Then... should I take all of it back?" He whispered slowly to me. My hands started to tremble. I felt trapped. I didn't like being in this position, yet I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to be homeless. If Niel did take away all the things he had given to me before, I would surely be a beggar on the street and I won't have a chance to change my future. I was highly mortified by the thought.

I drop Beau and quickly cut the bastard loose from me which warrants another howl of scream back into the woods. I quicky grab Beau again and rush through the barrier, we manage to trip and tumble down the slope and guess what, we trigger one of the traps and fall into a ditch “fk!” “calm down” “how the fk can we calm down Red? We’re basically trapped, sitting prey, I can’t shift to get us out, your arm is in no way, shape or form capable of climbing out of here, we’re sitting ducks!”

"Yes." Just that. One word. Yes. The answer lands like a drop of blood in water--- small, but enough to stain everything. I let go of the tray and step back. For the first time in days, I realize... I don't feel trapped anymore. I feel completely and utterly buried. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

It felt as though the air was being sucked from my lungs. "IT'S A FUCKING TRAP!" Chase shouted. Another shot rang out, and everything went black.

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.

I want to be free again, to live my own life. But for now, I'm trapped. Trapped in this penthouse, trapped in this nightmare. And Victor is the one holding the key." *********************************

Pulled. Pushed. Nothing. Nothing was working… “It’s locked,” I said. Jovial’s voice came out small. “What?” I moved to the nearest window. Tried it. Locked. Every single one. I checked another door. Locked. Another. Locked. The realization hit like a punch to the chest. “We’re trapped,” I said quietly. Silence fell over the room. Isaac staggered back a step. “No… no, that’s not possible…” I turned slowly, my mind racing.

I sank to the ground, resisting the urge to scream. Stars above, the pain was driving me insane.Amyra chuckled and started to move the sand away from the area where I was. Apparently, she'd hidden something in the sand. It was a triangular shaped trap and she'd trapped me with it. She leaned closer to me, careful not to step into the triangle.