Trapped Headstrong Novels & Stories

If they get a fully modified one with super strengthen then the situation will be worst and I will be attacked from every corner of the world. I immediately chanted a spell a jumped on the robots head. It's raised his hands and tried to capture me but I refused to get down as I hugged his head more fiercely while unscrewing 'I just need to unscrew the important wore connection and it won't work again' I kept chanting to myself until I successfully unscrewed the head and threw it aside. The moment after I unscrewed it's head, it seems to have become very furious and started shaking desperately almost throwing me off but I still held him tightly with one hand even though the other hand has bee

"I used to like you, Travis. I really did. But you were so stubborn, so convinced that you were right. It drove me crazy." Marco nodded in agreement. "Yes, Travis. You made the perfect companion alongside Bruno. You two were unstoppable together, until you decided to be strong-headed.” “Nope…I didn't decide to be that, neither did I ever make the best companion with Bruno. All I ever wanted was to be free from the shackles that held me back, I was done with the pretence and taking everything in.” Travis spat, bitterness dripping from his voice. “Besides, you guys were starting to delve into shady business, not exactly what my values could take.”

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After she was rescued, he shoved me into a wooden box and nailed it shut! "You will suffer a hundred times more than she did!" he yelled. I begged, "Please, Yoel, I didn't mean to forget her in the car! It was an accident!" He showed no mercy. "Stay in there and think about your actions. You'll come out once you've learned your lesson!" he snapped.

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.

I fight to grasp Alejandro’s wrists, to hold him back from punishing me so much, but he secures a hand around both my wrists and pins them over my head. Now I’m trapped, left with no choice but to endure this pleasurable pain. A pair of lips brush my ear and I whimper, my body insanely sensitive and responsive to all that he's doing. Teeth nip my earlobe before dragging it out and a shiver erupts through my body. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks harshly, making the circular motions faster and tighter. “I. . .” I stutter. “You. . .” He mocks. "Oh God," I cry. I fight it, thrashing my hips and hands to no avail. I'm pinned down and I'm not getting out of this. "I c-can't. Please."

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.

"If the Xanders find out you're with Neil, they'll ruin you." "What does that have to do with you?" Caroline glared at him. "Isn't it better if you focus on leading your life well with Daniella? Can't we just stay out of each other's lives?" His response was an unexpected kiss, and Caroline attempted to push him away. Yet, he swiftly reacted, gripping her arms tightly. Trapped in his hold, she struggled to break free, resorting to biting him forcefully. He winced in pain but showed no intention of letting go. Instead, he raised his hand, holding the back of her head, intensifying the kiss.

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.

I simply walked out, leaving him shattered in the center of my office. Tristan stood alone, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. He gripped the edge of my desk, his knuckles turning white, his fingernails digging into the wood until it scarred. The heartbreak had reached its limit, tipping over into a dark, obsessive resolve. He thinks he can have her, Tristan thought, his mind fixating on Dante’s face. He thinks he can just take what is mine.