Trapped Headstrong Novels & Stories

As a soldier, dying on the battlefield is a worthy end for me! Without hesitation, Ray used spatial swap to send Travis away, then immediately cast exile on him. Travis didn't care in the slightest. "Remember, after you kill that bastard, take his head and offer it to my comrades and me!" With that, he raised his fist and drove it toward his own temple. "Travis!" Ray roared. But Travis couldn't hear Ray—and even if he could, he wouldn't have stopped. His fist slammed into his temple. At the same time, he deliberately suppressed his instinct to transform into flame. His skull shattered instantly.

I nearly took his head off at his next question, "Have you been with many men?" "What kind of question is that?" I asked, trying to push him off of me. "Who in their right mind would say that now?" I struggled futilely against his overwhelming strength and only managed to end up with my hands trapped over my head by one of his. I felt the head of his glorious tool pressing intimately up against my weeping slit. The more I struggled the more of him I felt pressing against me, sliding up and down stimulating me.

He didn’t say anything, but he kept hugging me tightly, and I was almost afraid I would be crushed. “I don’t want to fight with you, Brianne,” he whispered softly. “Especially not on the first day of our engagement.” It seemed that he was struggling for words. “But it is true…as you will soon find out when you live in my world. I’m a difficult man. I’m ruthless! Heartless even! I do not care about other people’s emotions. Maybe that is why I was getting better at my game. Because I see things logically all the time. I make decisions based on what I think would be most profitable. Regardless of what’s at stake. I’m a stone, you know!” I shook my head. “If you were a stone, Travis, you wouldn’

[Evelyn’s POV] Son of a bitch!! What the hell is going on?! Oh God! I’m trapped! Please! Someone! Anyone! Help me!! Trapped. That was the best way I could describe the sensation that was being inflicted on me. I was trapped. Stuck inside my own mind with no means of control. I couldn't even bring myself to open my damn eyes. It was like someone had torn my body apart from my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get a single part of myself to move.

And then I tried to get out of his grip just in case he pushed me to the bed, the bed was really good and soft that's why even I fell down and I was not hurt and then he came over me and put both of his hands on top of my head. "What do you think you're doing?!" And then I tried to kick him, just in case he quickly stuck both of my legs in his legs. "Travis! What?! Get me out of here!" And I tried again and again but he was too strong. "You won't marry another man just to get your trust fund." He told me seriously. "And you have no right to dictate to me what to do!" "You still owe me a lot!" Is it just me or is Travis' aura getting darker and darker, a sign that his patience is running out?

He remained mine. A sneer distorted his beautiful features, an expression of contempt that only hardened my resolve. “I will leave here whether you like it or not!” That was his mistake, his fatal error. To believe he had a choice, that his will could override mine. Tristan struggled, twisting his arm, attempting to wrench himself free from my grasp. I tightened my grip further, effortlessly pulling him closer, until his back was pressed against the cold marble of the hallway wall, effectively caging him between my body and the unyielding surface. He was trapped, utterly and completely, just as I intended.

Too much that neither of them wanted to say or felt free to tell. Agent's mind grasped for those secrets. But he still couldn't plumb the depths of Tricksy's mind. There were blocks he could not remove until he was fully God of Chaos again. But those blocks felt like they were hiding the most important parts of him, the parts that would make Agent feel like he were Tricksy and not stealing the memories of someone else.

"Well, I must have done something for you to reject me immediately we found out we were mates." "Yeah..about that, I was stupid, and it's one of the reasons why I'm sorry." "You were stupid," I say, and I smack his head. "Awwww.." he says, and rubs his head. Immediately, I smack his head again, but a nut falls on my head. "Awww.." I say and look up. It is a squirrel. "Karma's really a bitch," Jordan states. "Fuck you, karma," I shout, and we both laugh.

Overstepping Leo had been in the penthouse for two days. I had kept him hidden away, tucked under expensive sheets and fed well, but he wasn’t himself. He was quiet. He spent most of the time staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the rain hit the glass. The spark he usually had—that defiant, cocky fire—was flickering low. It killed me to see him so subdued.

Flash. A deal is a deal, Julian, the Old Man wheezed, a bloody smile twisting his pale face. I will release the lock on the capsule once we clear the city's airspace. Do not try to follow us, or my heart rate will become incredibly unstable. Julian stood frozen in the center of his ruined fortress. He was a man who commanded billions of dollars, who could topple foreign governments with a keystroke, yet he was entirely powerless. He had to stand perfectly still and watch the mercenaries usher his wife into the sleek, black belly of the assault helicopter.