Trapped By This Thing Called Love Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man.

"You have to believe me. I love you very much, but you can't check my phone." Caroline snorted in annoyance. This man was a savage! Unlike Jonathan, whose love was sincere. "Maybe Camryn died because she couldn't stand his attitude," Caroline said to herself. I thought to myself, what would be the best way for me to connect with the outside world? Did I try asking to buy a cell phone? I cleared my throat softly. "Can I ask you for something?" Of course I dropped my pride because I really needed it. "What is it, dear?" asked Othniel.

And now… he can’t get there. Harlow goes through the motions of acting like she’s riding him, and I move behind her then shove her down, so her tits are in his face. “This… this is love without boundaries, except the ones we make for ourselves,” I say, not knowing where that came from. It’s just that all my life I’ve felt trapped, my family kept me just where and how they wanted me. No more. Our little foursome means freedom and I will take my last breath defending that.

Every instinct screamed for her to run, to distance herself from the confusion, the hurt, and the emotional mess that had become their relationship. But despite every urge to escape, she couldn’t outrun the deep, gnawing feeling in her chest—the love that still held her captive. The reality of it was suffocating. No matter how much she tried to distance herself from it, the connection they shared seemed too strong to break. She was trapped in the storm of her own emotions, torn between the urge to flee and the undeniable truth that, deep down, she couldn’t.

“The hardest part will be your story. The affair. The rushed marriage. It will be picked apart. They’ll try to paint you as exactly what she said you were—unstable, opportunistic.” I felt Liam tense beside me. I placed my hand over his on the table. “I know,” I said. “But the truth is, I fell in love with a man who was trapped in a gilded cage. Our timing was terrible. Our choices were desperate. But they were our choices. We’re not asking to be saints. We’re asking for people to see the architecture of the trap.”

She tried to push me away, but I pressed my body closer to her. “Uh-ah, I told you. Someone will take care of them. Don’t worried about them. Tonight you are mine, love. I refuse to share.” “Why are you always trapping me?” “Because I know this is what you loved.” “I beg your pardon?” “Admit it, love. You loved it this way." "Hey, mafia. Stop it right now." She wriggled but the smile on her face didn't go unnoticed. "No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love."

Storm Now, standing here in front of him, I had had enough of his crap. Now that he could see that someone appeared to be showing an interest in me, he was annoyed about it, and he had begun to think he had the God-given right to sabotage what he interpreted to be my new love interest by acting in the manner of a typical jealous boyfriend.

6 months later I never knew what being loved felt like but now when he loves me like no one has ever loved me before I feel like I am trapped Trapped between my revenge and his love I am not a good person and surely not a good mate but still he made all my flaws look beautifull. Right now his arms are encircling me in their safety as he is sound asleep but my eyes are fixed on the full moon . In these 6 months he showed the world what I meant to him

"What's wrong, Ms. Grant? Are you feeling unwell?" Lee pressed his lips to my ear while asking this. I tried to push him away but found myself devoid of strength. "I fell for you the first time I saw you, Ms. Grant…" I kept trying and failing to push him away. He continued, "Don't reject me, okay?" He fondled me while speaking, which made my stomach turn. He leaned in to kiss me, but I turned away. This seemed to upset him—he grabbed me roughly and squeezed hard.

I love him for the whole that he is, and the stronger person I become when he’s around me. This knowledge comes with a heavy price. I love him, but this is a doomed love. Even if he feels the same, which I doubt tremendously, he would still never truly be mine. At best, I’d have to share him. Watching from the sides as he walked down the aisle, marrying someone else. I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that. Nor do I know if I’m strong enough to leave – even if I could. I’m caught in a trap, with certain unhappiness in every direction. All I can do is watch the hurt come barreling toward me, like I’m standing on the railroad tracks watching for the engine to come my way.