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He hit the door so hard. Axel grinned, satisfied that his prey had finally been caught in a trap. Jonea backed away while shaking her head. She couldn't get out the door. But she can try to jump from the window. The girl broke the window glass with a vase and went onto the balcony. Axel doesn't want to lose his hostage. He ran and dragged the girl's arm back into the room. "Hunter!" Jonea shouted from the third floor. The wind hit her body and swallowed up Jonea's voice. "Go away from here! This is a trap!"

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.

Chapter 9 She Received Her Deserts Afterward, I provided Halle with a time and location, and Halle left contentedly. Through these experiences, I began to realize that simply being kind was not sufficient to solve problems. Treating others with the utmost kindness didn't mean I was a pushover or a fool. Over the course of two lifetimes, I had seen through Doris's true nature, and each time it left me feeling more chilled. So, using Chasel's phone, I sent her a message, arranging to meet her at an abandoned factory on the outskirts that evening.

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.

That time it was just a book, but now it's more like a prized possession. Did he buy it again because the series looked incomplete? Tristan was a perfectionist like that. He frowned. Something was telling him that it was not the case. He gingerly took out the book from the shelf. It felt much lighter than it looked. The texture felt different as well. Then it dawned on him as he felt the pages. They were not separate but glued together. With a pounding heart, he opened the supposed 'book'. It was a shallow box in disguise. His eyes widened as he discovered several documents inside it. He sat on the chair and placed the box on the study table.

Food was minimal, entertainment even less so. After that first day, I’d resigned myself to the fact that I was sitting in reality. I had been taken against my will, but that didn’t mean I was defeated. Far from it. I kept mostly to myself, not engaging in the cat-calls and egging from the animals around me. I stayed focused, continuing on my quest to keep the fear minimal and my mind busy with the task of finding some weakness that would allow me to escape. But the awful truth was that there was no way. From the constant guard to the inability to even escape the cage that held me, I was well and truly trapped. There was no way to even maybe loosen the bolts on the door, because someone was a

"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.

They were visibly tensed and was afraid say whatever they had. The men looked at one another. No one wanted to go first. But seeing the growing impatience in his eyes, one of them summoned up courage and decided to talk. "We found them." Calvin was confused. Why were they tensed then? Or was they something more? "But...uh..." "But what?" "Not all of them. The man named Gary was able to escape, and it was like he wasn't the only one." "What do you mean?" He was beginning to boil in anger. How could he escape? After what he did to Allison.

Was that forgotten? And was secrets like our English secrets? Or was that too on-the-nose? So “Where she was trapped in her secrets, forever forgotten.” The Where being the small room she followed the guy to? So, his secrets perhaps? A man with secrets, she figured, the final pages torn out, of course. The end, once again, missing. And not a dashing soldier in sight. Used books were annoying. “Are you finding everything okay?” “Jesus-fucking-Christ.” She jumped, fingers to her throat, her heart thumping.

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