Trapped Headstrong Novels & Stories

His large, calloused hands gently grasped my shoulders. "I was so stupid." Hot tears pricked the corners of my eyes, blinding my vision. "I let him build a cage right around me." "You were not stupid." Giving my shoulders a firm squeeze, he forced me to meet his glowing gaze. "You were manipulated by a coward. Chandler preys on people who are too kind to see the knife behind his back. He didn't break you, Tracy. You built a multi-billion dollar AI while locked inside a nightmare. You are the strongest person I have ever met."

Sometimes, you just have to make that sacrifice. Patrick was so invested in pummeling me to death he was doing much to protect himself. Moving with the speed of light, I knee-kicked him in the groin and he doubled over. That was the millisecond window I needed to trap him in a headlock. He tried to break free, kicking and trashing but I held on firm, grinning, even though I felt dizzy from all the blows I received. Patrick couldn’t break free. He was strong but I was an Alpha wolf. I tightened my hand around his neck, deliberately weakening him.

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!"

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his nerves. When the doors opened again, he walked out into the bright sun. The wind is blowing his hair in every direction. “This is what you get when you decide to bring so much chaos into your life. This is why I will never let a cheating woman back into my life," Travis shouted. As soon as he said those words, he felt a bang in his head. Like a sharp, piercing pain moved through his head. “Ahhhhhhh, what the f*ck!” He exclaimed in pain as he gripped his head with both hands.

I ignored him and continued to pull him to the bed causing to fall on it, he fell face down before changing position on it and laying on his back. I got got on top of him sitting on top of his lower half with his crotch under me. I Trapped him between my legs leaving him with no route of escape. He shaked his head in a disapproving gesture. " Let me in, allow me to share your pain with you. Unburden yourself and find relief " he shaked his head. He was a difficult man, and very stubborn when he did not want to do something he sticked to it.

he answered and began to handcuff her hands. She tried to fight him and struggled, but with his strength, he was able to lock the handcuffs in her hands. "You're terrible, you bastard son of a b*tch!" She cried. It did not make him move and instead, just started his car again. "You are someone who is mentally retarded, and maybe it runs from your blood! Whatever your entire family shows, you do and practice them, too! Now, I guess I have figured out already that what a root is, is also what the fruit is!" she boldly and recklessly hissed his face.

Damian's voice was low-but laced with fury. "Please forgive me, Master... I'll fix it... I swear-" The man's voice shook. His hands trembled, barely supporting his weight on the floor. "If you're going to embezzle, at least use your brain." "I-I'm sorry... Master..." BANG! A sudden thud echoed through the room. Damian had thrown a cellphone, and it hit the man square on the head before clattering to the floor in pieces. "You speak when Master Damian allows you to speak," Brown said coldly, stepping forward.

Cathan proposed. “To manipulate things? No way,” Grandpa refused and turned to his two most trusted bodyguards. “Do it,” he instructed them. Reluctantly, Cathan and Caleb stepped back while the two bodyguards took over. Their hands shook when they tied Casper, who showed no resistance. They thought he might change his mind at the last moment but he was adamant. However, no matter the position they found Casper, he was still the most ruthless, being the CEO, or a sheep led to the slaughterhouse.

I cried out and tried to walk around and open the door but before I could do that, I was pulled back by the waist and then my back was to the door and I was trapped by his hands on both sides of my head. Jeez... he was soooooo close. "Breath." He whispered in his oh so sexy voice. And I didn't know I was holding it until I did as he said. I slapped the back of my head in my head and did my best to appear strong in front of him. "Let me go." I said in much stronger voice than I was feeling. And seriously, I was feeling proud of myself. He just stared at me. When his stare lasted for more than three minutes, I snapped, "What?"