Trapped By This Thing Called Love Novels & Stories

"I won't let you go. Ever." I was trapped, caught in a web of Bryan's making. His desire and longing had awakened something within me, but I knew I couldn't surrender. Not yet.

There’s so many of us: others with bowls that they thrust to whoever passes by looking better than them. Staring at them, I can’t help but think—have I become a beggar too? All my life is gone just because of one single act. And as I stare blankly at nothing, I try to recall when things started to go wrong. I guess it was when I fell in love—like every other girl in high school; like Yolie Diza—with Zeath. Is it a crime to be in love? AM I A CRIMINAL FOR FALLING IN LOVE?

But Leo’s expression changed again after a moment. More serious this time. “You know you don’t have to stay here forever, right?” The words made my chest tighten slightly. “I know.” “You could leave.” “I know.” Leo’s voice softened just a little. “If you ever feel trapped here… you don’t have to handle it alone.” I looked at him carefully. “That sounds dramatic.” “I’m serious.” “Why would you help me?” Leo shrugged. “Maybe I like you.” “That’s suspicious.” “Maybe I just don’t like seeing people stuck in situations they didn’t choose.”

The point is that I never intended to be an ideal man or the one for anyone. Shit! It is very difficult for me to control this blessed impulse of wanting to write to her, call her, hear from her, hear from her mouth a subtle ‘I love you’, to ask her how she has been and for her to respond that she has missed me with the same intensity with which I have missed her. It's definitely a fucking feeling I'm not familiar with. At times, I feel like screaming... I feel desperation, but then I remember who I am and I tell myself that love is a trap, a waste of time. I try to convince myself that it is just a whim and that as the days go by I will get over it. I've been trying to convince my brain of

the man said. "I'm married, and I have a son, I love my wife, so I think you shouldn't do anything that will harm you later, Mr. Lionel, I hate being trapped, and being considered like a man who's willing to be offered a beautiful woman!" Lucas said, his voice starting to rise, his face already looking dark.

I blurted, trying to put up a brave front, "I have had enough of your madness! I'm tired! Enough is enough!" Jason laughed as though he found what I said very funny, " You've been saying that forever already, but we both know you can't do anything. You're nothing without me, Amanda. Stop being delusional." He was right. My life revolved around Jason, and although he treated me like trash, strangely, I still loved him and desperately prayed that things would get better. I couldn't do anything, because Jason was an evil force to reckon with. I was scared of my grandparents' lives, and my unborn child's life.

In the footage of his arrest, Eugene, holding a sharp knife, knelt on the ground muttering, "Darling, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've avenged you..." After watching the news, my classmates commented with emotions in the group chat. "Has Eugene gone mad? Whom was he avenging?" "Alas, they were so deep in love before. How did it end like this?" "The young love turned into hatred at last." "Besides, their relationship started with Megan's deception." The truth was simple. To the past Eugene, Megan was like a flower in his dull life. He loved her, yet she was unattainable. To him, Megan was like a flower blooming in the mud.

I sat at the foot of the bed, staring at the door, my heart hammering in my chest. The sense of powerlessness wrapped me in a smothering blanket, making each breath a little more labored than the previous one. Noah had confined me to this apartment. His twisted form of love turned into prison. My situation was unmistakable—I was trapped, and the man I loved turned stranger, obsessed and unhinged.

“You’re my everything.” I nodded, but Sophia’s shadow loomed, her green tea bitterness a poison I couldn’t ignore. In my journal, I wrote: 'Love demands trust, but trust demands truth. How do I love him when his past poisons my present?' The question hung, unanswered, as I sketched a fractured gem, a symbol of a heart breaking but holding.

"I used to worry about everything—so many fears, so little confidence in myself, no trust in others. I never dared to love who I liked, never went after what I wanted, and what I could fight for always slipped through my fingers. "But Michael gave me strength. And Khloe did too. I've also come to understand something. "Narrow-minded emotions are what trap a person. True love has no forms, no deadlines, no chains. Even if it only lasts for a moment, it's never something to regret."