Trapped Headstrong Novels & Stories

While his face remained calm, I could feel his burning frustration. He had never been slighted before---never been resisted. For whatever reason, I was the ultimate prize for him, a prize he had to win. That only strengthened me. I was not a prize to be won. I'm stubborn, hard-headed, and fiercely loyal Lola. "You can't break me, Tristan." I managed to utter his name, not a trace of longing or familiarity in my words. "What a waste of time this must be for you." Tristan's eyes flashed dangerously, his sly grin widening on his face. He looked like some kind of avenging angel--or demon. Beautifully fair haired, his porcelain skin appeared to glow under the moonlight.

"It seems your mother has no idea what you're capable of." I said nothing. In my past life, I'd followed her advice and hidden everything — played weak. Jacob despised nothing more than deception. He'd seen through me instantly, stripped my cloak from my back in front of everyone, and made me crawl like a dog for his amusement. I fought back with everything I had, and that desperation was the only reason I escaped. This time, on my first day in the stronghold, I snapped the wrist of a male wolf who tried to provoke me.

It's like some thing bad happened to me and that in a second or so, the guy with me might try to force himself on me, some times I always even beg them to leave me alone. But with Cade every thing is different, I had gotten far with him only for that disturbing feeling to come back. For years I keep on wondering if I was raped or stuff, that is the only thing that can justify this feeling but I doubt it. Have always lived a sheltered life,I wouldn't have been raped by any one, my parents would have told me if some thing like that happened right. Just then the door opened and Tracy walked in with Gracie. "So you have been hiding here all day, common the crew have arrived, they came with all t

I buried my face in his chest, my hands gripping his shirt tightly as if he was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. “Stop thinking about him,” he murmured against my hair. I shook my head weakly. “I’m trying…” “Try harder.” His grip tightened slightly around me. “Because I will not share you,” he continued, his voice low, almost dangerous now. “Not with anyone. Not even with your memories.” A shiver ran down my spine. There it was. That side of him. Possessive. Unyielding. And yet… it didn’t scare me.

Travian’s mouth opened, closed, words trapped by the weight of truth. “I—Soren, listen—it wasn’t—” Travian began. “It wasn’t what?” Soren’s voice split, a brittle edge to it. “Wasn’t part of it? Or wasn’t enough to stop it? You—” He felt his knees wobble, the alley tilting under him. Trust, the thing that had held him steady in darker nights, collapsed inward. “No!” Travian’s shout came like a last-ditch prayer. He stepped forward despite his injuries, hands reaching, desperate to touch what he’d broken. “I didn’t want to! I was forced! You don’t understand—if I hadn’t gone, they would’ve—”

and tried to catch my breath as I felt his grip on my jaw. But he didn't listen. Instead of following my order, he forcefully turned my head back to him. I struggled to break free from his grasp, but I couldn't. His hand held mine, and his strength was far greater than mine. He kissed me again, forcefully, as our faces met. I shook my head, hoping to make him stop. But he grabbed my jaw, again, and forced me to continue. Once again, I struggled to break free from his grip, but no matter what I did, I couldn't because one of his hands held mine tightly, preventing me from moving. The other hand was so strong that I couldn't even match its strength.

My breath burns like car exhaust. Every nerve in my body goes off-kilter. I squint through lidded eyes, but the form remains the same. Sage green eyes, cold and hot at the same time, glare daggers at me. From over his shoulder, Tristan nears in, spiking my pulse. “You?” Yosef snipes. I headbutt him, granting me leeway, before twisting the nearest handle. The door slams open. Panting, I push backward, desperate to lock myself in and escape those monsters.

Her dad left a lot of money. "Not a chance." I replied. I convinced myself that my next move as part of the bigger picture, to convince Jericho and the others and avoid suspicions, but I knew all too well that this was me being petty. "Here she is. Your golden treasure.” Tracy hissed, roughly trying to break free of my hold. The bastard was safely held down by cuffs, all he could do was growl. I was being petty, but the satisfaction I felt made it all worth it.

Sassy little bitch didn’t hide away in fear. “Damn fucking straight.” He was giving her a hard look hoping she just understood that some things he would not let go. “Does it hurt to hear the truth? Just because you act like you and your brother are high and mighty does not make it so.” “No… It makes us high and mighty when we come up on top over and over again. When little bitches think to take us on and end up locked up in a room.” “Okay Tristan, do your worst. I’m here… Locked up. I’ll see how long you can keep this up.”

"That's not the case - " He deprived me of denial, by way of abruptly tightening his grip on my throat, and I fought panicked gasps at the same time. "Hmm, what's that?" he asked, tilting his head as if attempting to hear more properly. A cruel little smile flitted across his lips, and his fingers constricted further, ever so slightly. "No?" He was careful, though. Oddly, even in this state, that hold had not tightened to the point of hurting me.