Trapped Chapter 158 Novels & Stories

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

Chapter 5 Love Breeds Hatred Halle pulled me towards the door. In the meantime, Doris clung to my other arm, pretending to be affectionate with me. But in reality, they had me trapped and I couldn't break free. I was filled with panic and fear, having no idea that they would be so bold as to force me to leave. Just as they were about to drag me out, the police finally arrived. I cried out to the police, "Help! Help! This crazy woman wants to take me away and make me her daughter-in-law."

Nisa opened her eyes, scanning the surroundings again. "Sshh-," as she moved her hand it felt a little painful. She looked over to find that her hand was already attached with IV fluids. "Ah, I forgot, I think I lost consciousness last night. My chest is tight again, hem." Nisa's eyes wandered around as she spoke to herself. "Are you awake? It's really driving me crazy. I almost died from panic. Answer me honestly. What exactly happened to you, Aznii? Why are you still fainting like before? What are you hiding from me?"

It was going critical. "Close the door!" Catherine screamed from Jack’s back (he was carrying her again). Jack hit the blast door controls. CLANG. The heavy steel door slammed shut just as the room behind them was consumed by blue fire. They were in a dark, concrete tunnel. Alive. But they had left the Source behind. And Thorne... was trapped in there with it. (End of Chapter 85)

Mavric stood frozen in the center of the hall, while the doors behind them clicked and locked automatically one by one, trapping them inside a labyrinth of memories… and death. END OF CHAPTER 188.

Hey guys, I apologize - I accidentally included some duplicate chapters in the last update. Sorry about that! I've fixed the issue in this version, so everything should flow correctly now. Thanks for your patience. ~J

The image of Micheal lying in the hospital bed flashed before her like a fucking wake-up call. “Then I guess I better save myself,” she whispered, fear clawing at her insides as she began attempting to untie the hard knot. But luckily, she played this game a lot in the orphanage. She just needed a few minutes to get it done. Seeing her commitment, Jade laughed, mockingly, “That’s right, save yourself. How sad it must be to have no one willing to rescue you.”. “Just shut the fuck up.” Scarlet sneered. Irritation filled her voice. “You seem to be enjoying this a little too much for someone who has been kidnapped.”

she says with a devilish trick. "Howlll~" As Dexter howls, I struggle to turn my neck and find a pack with numbers greater than my army drawing closer. I know this is the end for me and I can only remain standing as Vida's power has me in shackles. It seems I've fallen into a trap. What a pain in the *ss.

Adam's journey from the depths of trauma to finding solace in creative expression showed them the transformative impact of art and self-expression in the process of healing. In the depths of Chapter 88, they encountered a community ravaged by a natural disaster. They witnessed their struggles, their losses, and their determination to rebuild their lives. Through their collective resilience and the support they offered one another, they saw the birth of a new beginning—a testament to the strength of human connections and the power of community in times of adversity.

All of a sudden, a bright light shines in my direction. Why on earth did I think it was okay to underestimate Aseville's security? They caught me even before I made a move. Ducking beneath the shrubs, I scamper along, desperate to hide myself. I know it’s useless even before I try. They’ll sniff me out in seconds. But I'm willing to hide anyway. But when my legs slip in a trap, a loud scream escapes from my throat. The guards rush over, their footsteps approaching. The claws of the metal trap are lodged deep within my legs. Blood gushes from different wounds on my naked body. Pain tears through me.