Trapped Book Summary Novels & Stories

“Please stop!” But he doesn’t. He never does. And as my body curls inward, trembling, my mind retreats back to a place where he can’t follow. A memory. A laugh. Desmond’s hand in mine. Anything but this. Because now I understand. I’m not just trapped in this office. I’m trapped in him. In his obsession. In a world I never agreed to enter. And I don’t know if I’ll ever make it out. ***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE

But ghosts know how to haunt. It wasn't easy getting access to the chamber that held the book—so many locks, and traps—but one of the benefits I got from being with Thane—even though it was only temporary and ended with nothing but pain—was that I knew a few things others didn't. My hands trembled as I lifted the book, its cover worn, symbols etched deep into the leather. It thrummed beneath my fingertips—alive. I barely made it past the border before they caught me. Thane’s warriors.

Thank you❤️) Now….important news. Drum roll please!!!🥁🥁🥁 TRAVIS’ BOOK IS COMING!!!!🥳🥳🎉🎉 Yes! Travis’ is getting his one story. I had a really good laugh when I saw a comment asking about him and how it’s unfair for him to have two failed happy endings. Before that comment, I already planned Travis’ story. His story has been on my mind ever since I knew he would fall in love with Beverly and lose her tragically. I never planned it from the very beginning of the book but it gets me excited now!

TRACEY'S P.O.V I was still gripping the book, still caught in the ink-stained trap of its words, when the sound of wheels rolling against the wooden floor made my breath seize . I turned sharply, my heart slamming against my ribs, just in time to see Damien roll into the library. His cold unforgiving eyes were locked onto me like a F.B.I who had caught a dire criminal. I stumbled back, frantically picking back the book I had let slide on the floor.

Every one of us was trying to force impossible pieces together. Roman finally broke the silence. “I hate mysteries.” I looked over. “Do do I.” I sighed a long breath. Despite everything happening, a small laugh escaped me. I guess with everything that happened I couldn’t help it. Before any of us could say anything else… The bedroom door opened. Traci hurried inside carrying a thick, weathered book against her chest. Her eyes practically sparkled. “Guys…” She lifted the book slightly. “I think I found something.”

I didn't know what he was thinking or feeling "I… I…" I swallowed desperately "I… didn't know how I ended up in here. I… I was possessed. I just wanted to… The truth is I wanted… wanted to…" I kept blabbering but said nothing that made any sense. Awkward. Totally awkward. I forced my legs to move. I took one shaky step then another… I ran past him and without minding that I was only wrapped in a duvet, I ran downstairs and made my way out the front door.

* Two hours later, the car stopped in front of a house surrounded by a pitch-black forest. The man forcefully dragged Caroline out of the car, and the driver held open the house's door, pushing her inside. The door was slammed shut and locked. Caroline tried to open the door, but it was futile. She felt trapped, and desperation set in. She called out, "Who are you? Why are you holding me against my will?" She then heard the car's engine start, realizing she might be imprisoned to her death. With no one around to help, no phone, and no food, Caroline felt helpless. She looked around the empty house, her fear growing as she explored its icy-cold walls.

were even older myths and traditions that traced the origins of our species' emergence from the human shadows. Before, I had never been a big reader. It's interesting how a person's habits can change while in captivity. I picked out an old leather-bound book with yellowed pages. The book felt substantial in my hands, heavier than most things these days. Even the familiar lines were preferable than the never-ending cycle of my own thoughts in the dismal boredom of my incarceration, even if I had already read it twice. The bed creaked as I lowered myself onto it, carefully arranging the chain so it wouldn't pull when I settled back against the headboard. Small accommodations I'd learned to ma

My heart pounded in my chest, and adrenaline surged through my veins. But before I could get to it, it vanished, replaced by brick walls What? what just... Damian’s laughter was dark, mocking. “You think you can escape me? Foolish girl.” I turned, eyes wide with desperation, and my mind raced. Fear spread through my body, paralysing me. It didn't take long for the realization to dawn on me I'm trapped . Again. And this time, it wasn't a dream.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil