Trapped 1 Novels & Stories

Damien was the one behind it all. “Fuck!” Lucas yelled in frustration. He had lost everything. The business he had been building. He had lost it all. “Fuck!” he roared again. “Now Lucas, you have just a few minutes left to arrange your things and get out of this premises. Nothing except what belongs to you should be taken. I think that is the best I can do for you.” Damien told him. Lucas shot him a look. “I can't believe you tricked me. All this while I thought you meant it, you actually took me as a laughingstock.”

But hearing it in her own ears didn’t make it bearable. Isabella wanted to talk things out, but it looked like she wasn’t needed there. They have already assumed she is the culprit and nothing is going to change it. She entered Leo’s room and sat on the bed. The room was so familiar, but it can never feel secure. It was a golden cage that was making her feel suffocating and there was a feeling she was getting after marrying Leo; she get trapped by this billionaire. The entire day, she couldn’t keep her mind sane.

He licked her neck and raised her one leg up before positioning himself down there. “And you have no say in it. Not tonight!” Saying this He slammed into her pussy again this time hard. And Helena arched her back, shutting her eyes and swallowing her saliva. Once again, she surrender herself to his sweet but wild torture. Evan’s feral eyes looked at the nymph under him writhing in pleasure. ‘I own you now, Helena. I trapped your body, heart is almost there. Now is the time to trap your mind.’ And He smirked wickedly, once again, taking her to the peak of euphoria.

"Is it a deal?" "I'm starting to think I really got trapped." "In that case, I welcome you to a life full of traps." Olive turns and gazes at Thomas with an investigative look. "Right?" "I feel the same way, Bee. So we got trapped by our own parents. But," Thomas quickly straightens his back. Don't let Olive think otherwise. "I've never regretted today. Because today is a very historic day for me."

"And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..." Athena detached from him and ran towards the boat, shouting happily. "Hurry up, babe! Show me what you got!" Terrence watched his wife, smiling as he thought. 'From the moment that my eyes fell on you, I have known that you are mine, Athena Stanford Adams. Even if you became Zenith Monroe, you are still bound to be mine...' *** THE END *** Kindly leave you reviews please.

"Go to the social shelter for the winter. At least you can get free sweaters and blankets there." As Jonea was about to leave and return to her scooter, suddenly, her hand was pulled. Jonea wasn't ready, and she couldn't fight back. Because the homeless person traps, ensnares, and hugs her from behind.

"It's a security system." A robotic voice echoed through hidden speakers. "Intruders detected." "Vault lockdown initiated." "Escape routes sealed." Heavy steel doors slammed shut throughout the underground chambers. The entire room trembled. Emma grabbed Liam's hand tightly. "Liam..." "We're trapped again." Before Liam could answer— A hidden speaker crackled to life. Marcus Kane's voice filled the room. "This time..." "...there's no way out."

These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it.

The teenagers are still laughing, oblivious, their reflections fracturing around me. And I realize, with a sickening lurch, that the exit is locked. The door they came through swings shut with another click. I’m trapped. And he’s still in here with me.

Grabbed the chain himself. He pulled with all his strength. Muscles straining. Face reddening. The door didn't budge. "No. No, no, NO!" He dropped the chain. Spun around. Looking for another way out. But there wasn't one. The corridor we'd come through was the only way back. And beyond that was the main basement. With the bombs. With the locked door at the top of the stairs. We were trapped. All of us. "This is your fault!" He rounded on me. "You and Sterling! You planned this! Trapped me in my own—"