Trapped Headstrong Novels & Stories

It always comes from the people you trust the most. And Giampaolo felt it today. He trusted the wrong men. “You traitors!” he yelled at them but then, he got a kick in the knee which was giving him problems. “Yes, we are traitors but at least we are not selling children for money!” John spat in disgust.

It's only mere wishes, considering she enjoys wandering around like a mad woman. Half way through the drive, I order my convoy to turn back around and head for my clubhouse. Considering my desperate need to release some pent up stress. Lately, I've become aggravated and irritated at myself for being unable to keep my feelings in check. My wife makes me weak and I loathe the fact. For that reason alone, I haven't been in a very good place mentally and I pity whatever whore I get my hands on tonight. "Hey man," Dean cackles, "didn't think we'd find you here, Mr. married man."

But hearing it in her own ears didn’t make it bearable. Isabella wanted to talk things out, but it looked like she wasn’t needed there. They have already assumed she is the culprit and nothing is going to change it. She entered Leo’s room and sat on the bed. The room was so familiar, but it can never feel secure. It was a golden cage that was making her feel suffocating and there was a feeling she was getting after marrying Leo; she get trapped by this billionaire. The entire day, she couldn’t keep her mind sane.

I won't let such a good opportunity go to waste just because he told me, right? "They've just uploaded it. It's clearly a trap," Hector explained. "No, Mr. Hendrix! I'm sure they're trying to disperse it! Besides, their technology is subpar. Trust me. I can retrieve it easily!" Alan insisted. Noticing Alan's ignorance, Hector angrily ordered, "I'm ordering you to stop!" The last keyboard clack resonated as Alan triumphantly said, "Mr. Hendrix, I've successfully stolen it! I'm sending it to you—"

But Tristan’s hand clamped onto my wrist—hard, tight, impossible to shake off. "What kind of boss locks his employee in the house?" Tristan spat out. Could I ever get away from both of them? One who's rough and demanding. And the other, someone soft who gets under my skin and makes me feel like I'm losing my mind.

When she realized that she could not get a response, a longing for revenge within her grew bigger making ways for bright ideas. "My strengths are incomparable to those of that lycan who took your life, but my mind. I will create a weapon that will bring terror among lycans. That will make them shiver by only thinking about it as we do when we are thinking about them. I will kill Byron! I promise!" After that promise, she opened her computer then googled lycans. Nowadays, strength was not only measured in physical units but also mental. One's sharp mind could be a threat to creatures who praised their muscles in front of a mirror.

Humor has been my favorite coping mechanism since day one. However, Uno doesn't seem to appreciate it. “Do you ever shut up?” He grits, annoyed. And perhaps it’s a bad idea to piss him off right now but he’s gonna harm me either way so might as well. “When I’m being held captive, threatened, and kidnapped like this?” I looked at him sharply. “No, I don’t think I can keep quiet.” Suddenly, he swerves into the garage as we arrive at the stronghold. He hits the brakes.

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He ran a frustrated hand through his black hair. "You're really something else, Vivienne. You think you're safe over there just because I'm overseas, huh?!" Tristan stopped walking and stared at his own reflection in the glass, his features marked by frustrated desire and simmering resentment. Vivienne's rejection had not extinguished his obsession. Instead, it had only fueled his curiosity and possessive fixation even further. Her stubborn nature seemed like a magnet constantly drawing out the darkest parts of him, making him determined to force her into submission.

He moved with a speed that caught me off guard, and before I knew it, he had me securely in his grasp. I struggled against his grip, but it was no use. Tristan was bigger and stronger than me in every way, there was no way I could get out so easily. He held me firmly over his shoulders, with his voice dripping in mock sympathy. "Nice try, but you're not going anywhere." "Let me go! Let go of me you dickhead!" I yelled, and he turned a deaf ear to me. I continued to yell and cuss, desperate to break free from Tristan's hold. "Let go of me, you arrogant bastard! I'm not going back with you!"