Trapped Book Summary Novels & Stories

We were trapped inside a mansion full of innocent civilians, with Consilience forces positioned to capture us, with a digital theft about to execute in less than twelve minutes, with no apparent escape route. The perfect trap, And we'd walked right into it.

"What could I have done? It was locked in my cabinet. You're the one who smashed the lock and stole it. Now that it won't boot, you're blaming me?" I gave a cold snort. Caleb was sweating, slamming the keyboard with both hands. "Impossible. It's an Alienware. How could it be broken? You must have set me up!" His face went pale as he pulled out his USB drive. His hands shook. "My thesis. My award-level thesis is all on this drive. The indicator flashed when I plugged it in just now. It must have been infected by a virus from your laptop!" The crowd exploded into chatter. "Oh my God. Noah is ruthless. He deliberately put a virus-filled computer in his cabinet as bait?"

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I mean it does not take more than two days to receive their opinions. I look around my room, this room gave so many memories to me, this is my comfort place here in the Cravens manor. My eyes landed on the red roses in the base, it was withering. I decided to take one of the roses as I want it to be on my journey. I take the book in my bag, it is the book of prophecy. I open it and I put the red rose in the middle of the book. I take it in Shilohs room without his knowledge. It is not stealing because I know that— okay fine it is stealing. But it is for the sake of my future and I know that this book can help me. So for emergency purposes I decided to keep it and take it away from Shiloh.

He walked towards the bookshelf and pressed the secret button on the side. Nisa's body was thrown onto the bed behind the bookshelf. A secret room for the man to rest. He became more and more savage and tore off the rest of the span skirt that was still attached to Nisa's waist. "Maa-Master, please, please don't, Agh no-no... ump." Something hard tore into Nisa's intimate parts. It was painful and stinging. Nisa cried out. Crying as she felt her core being ripped out. The part that Nisa had been guarding was taken away so easily by a man she didn't know.

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.

The heavy lid slammed shut behind Falco, muffling his desperate protests as the engine roared to life. Night had fully settled in as the car pulled away from the abandoned bar. The air outside was cool and still, but inside the vehicle, tension hung thick and unspoken. Falco remained trapped in the trunk, his protests swallowed by the silence of the night. Without a word, they drove straight to the hospital, leaving the captured man behind as they went inside for Dalton and Celia

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

Effectively ruining our escape plan and seeing me trapped in this never-ending vicious cycle I had been caught in with the men in my family since my mother’s death. Felix was flying back out to Germany in two days’ time, to return to his pack. Felix’s father was his pack’s Alpha, and Winter had met him last month when he had flown over here to America with his parents to attend a conference with our pack, along with several other packs in the Texas area. I remember how excited Winter had been when she had first met Felix. She was twenty-one now and had been waiting to find her mate since she had turned eighteen. She was relieved when she finally found him. Felix’s family had flown back to Ge

Something about the situation triggered memories of a more terse and life threatening moment and I froze, the book I’d been reading slipped from my hand and fell to my lap. Despite some part of my mind - the rational part - tried to reason that this was an entirely different and safer situation, I felt trapped in the echoes of a real life nightmare and it felt as though I was back to a certain night, the night I’d escaped for my life, huddled in a dark corner, bleeding and in pain, listening in terror as the voices of the people searching for me got closer and closer to my hiding spot.