Trapped Ch 1 Novels & Stories

However, she shouldn’t also be thinking about how wrong it was. “Stupid, Rachel,” she mumbled to herself as she finally pushed off the wall and walked into the room. She needed to think about this, and she could only do that if she went as far as she could. Being stuck in a cabin meant that far wasn’t happening. But she could go to her room and lock her door for the moment while she tried to right the world that got knocked on its axis yet again. “You need to stop overthinking this.”

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

Of course, I didn't say that! "Ok," he says as he moves closer to me. I move back until my back hits the bed, I inhale and exhale. I am trapped. He moves closer to me and smiles when he realizes I was trapped. He stares at me for a long time, and I couldn't help but feel lucky to have him. "What are you thinking about?" he whispers in my ears. I clear my throat when I realize I can't say anything. "Ahem...no..no... nothing," I stutter.

Her throat was dry and she could not think straight with all these jumbled emotions and feelings because of those deep stares from this stranger. She blinked slowly and her gaze followed him while he leisurely took time to descend into her place. Trapped... She was trapped and could not go anywhere. Trapped inside his deep gaze, which penetrated deep into her heart. It was just like prey trapped under the hunter. Unable to go anywhere and felt anxious if you made a tiny wrong move. He stood closer in front of her. Biding his time, until she felt like she could not take it anymore. During this fleeting moment that feels like an eternity, she saw him smirk, tilted his head, and asked her with

As the Maybach stopped outside the villa, Noah’s body trembled violently, the drug burning through his veins, yet his wolf surged with primal strength. His aura flared, filling the car with dominance. Laurel gasped as he scooped her into his arms, his grip firm despite the weakness gnawing at him.

"No. We have to get out of here as soon as we can!" "But why? There are rescuers coming---" "NO RESCUER OKAY?! AT LEAST NOT FOR NOW! I KNKW THIS IS A TRAP DID YOU HEAR ME? ITS A TRAP KYLIE!" shouted Thurstin. Then he grabbed my arm again and pulled me away. But I immediately blinked. "No Thurstin! Tell me, I need to understand whats happening! What are you talking about without a rescuer?! What a trap?!" "I'll explain to you later, okay? Not here!" Thurstin seems to have fallen in love with him. But I didn't send because I was more afraid of him.

I asked, interlacing my fingers that were placed on the bar table. “Yes… of course.” She readjusted her form, placing her hands under her chin. I can tell by the way she looks at me that she's ready to pay keen attention to whatever comes out of my mouth. “Well,” I blew a sigh as I squeezed the bridge of his nose, “Do you ever feel trapped? like having to be caught up in the decision you made of your own will? And it feels like you want to vent and terminate the one who'd set that trap and simultaneously find your way out of the trap.”

Cheryl asked. Bintang was startled by Cheryl’s question. She turned and smiled at her. “I’m fine,” Bintang replied. Cheryl nodded at Bintang’s answer, then said again, “Your condition right now is the same as mine back when I was pregnant. Yes, in the early stage of pregnancy.” Bintang was very shocked by Cheryl’s words and accidentally knocked into the spoon Cheryl had just placed, causing the silver utensil to fall to the floor. Cheryl was surprised to see Bintang’s reaction. She looked at Bintang, who appeared panicked.

A chill ran down my spine. "It doesn't mean anything," I tried to convince myself, clinging to the fragile threads of denial. "Christopher would never cheat on me. He loves me." But doubt crept in, insidious and relentless. Memories of Christopher's increasingly distant behavior, his late nights, and cryptic conversations flooded my mind. "That was my mistake," I thought, bitterness swelling like a tidal wave. "Trusting Christopher. Trusting others. I should have sent them away the day they arrived. If only they had left..."

The examiner’s signature read: [Robin Shipp. The name sounded familiar. He was a retired chief of genetics at Kingston Hospital. Through old contacts, I managed to track down his address. When he opened the door and saw me, his eyes darted away before I could even speak. “Ms. Elba, I can’t help you.” He tried to close the door, and I wedged my foot into the gap. “Dr. Shipp, I only want the truth.” He sighed and motioned me inside. I sat on his couch, and he went to pour me a glass of water.