Trapped Headstrong Novels & Stories

Their every step heighten my fear. It pulls me closer to undesired forceful s*x. I gaze behind me. Perfectly blocked by their firm trainee figures without appropriate escape route. Same with my right and left. Before me is worse than other sides. Perfectly covered against escape. I stare hopeless and drained. Am beyond escape options. Am trapped within an inevitable position. Am trapped amidst s*x freak's. Am trapped as a s*x tool and sex quencher!. Oh boy. This is all messed. Entirely and severely messed.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

that school is bad but going for parties and having the time of their lives was what they just needed and not the rigorous lifestyle of going for classes and having tests. As Audrey moved along on his way to class he ensured everywhere around him was safe and no body was following him, he had become paranoid that the Ravens he saw in gym class would begin following him anywhere he went and maybe would even try to attack him , it took a lot of courage at that point not to go insane as people kept looking at him as if he were a mad person. He kept walking faster and faster, while checking his surroundings when he bumped into a fellow student who he had not seen coming from the other side." He

He had to mentally shake his head, confused about what that meant. “What do you mean?” he asked. “You being a slut. We all have phases, some good, and some bad. I know you aren’t that way now, though. So I think that whatever my brother told you is utter bullshit and you should ignore it.” He smiled at her grit; he really had no choice in that. She was strong when she needed to be, and stubborn. “Want to tell him that?” She tilted her head as she regarded him and his question. “Would it get you into trouble, Jake if I told him?”

Her body jerked forward as her head fell back. Leo felt like her body was made just for him, and he was going to mark it in every way possible. He thrusted, searching for that sweet spot that always made her lose her senses, and it didn't take long before he found it. She cried out loudly when he hit her there and her grip around him tightened. Her body moved on its own like she had no control over it. She struggled to free herself when the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, but their position didn't allow her to move much, and his hands that gripped her tighter didn't help.

He continued. “Yup. I heard Tristan is in a new gang lately. I want to know what kind of group is this.” “Did the two of you fight again?” Tristan and I are used to be friends. But because he met someone and got brainwash everything’s change. He became someone else. And now he left his own gang and joined a new one during summer. Four months ago. “I just wanna know this ‘The Head’ that he’s talking about.” “So that’s the reason why you called me?” I nodded as an answer. “I was expecting for a little chat with a lot of bottles of whiskey.”

He made me fully depend on him and for some reason, that was even sicker. Despite having his cold days, William had been the perfect gentleman throughout the months I’d known him. I would never have thought he was capable of what he did. He was so manipulative. He made careful plans and lured me into his trap. To think that most things that happened in my life these past few months were out of his will was crazy. “But then again, it’s kind of hot. He went through all that trouble to get with you.” I made a face at Catherine. “He didn’t have to do all that. He could have just asked me out on a date.”

His face hardened, sealing away all signs of weakness. I backed away quietly, not daring to make a sound. My heart pounded. I knew there's more to be unveiled. More than whatever mission I came here for. __ The morning sun flowed peacefully through my window, wrapping the room in a calm that felt almost sacred. But inside me, a quiet storm brewed.

Something like this had caused me to fall right into another trap that would literally tear me apart and destroy whatever is left of me. My fist tightened so tight that my nails were dug into my skin. They were all the same. Control freaks, jerks, assholes. All of them, birds of a feather, flocking together in the same rhythm and I had been deceived again. Tricked by my own foolishness and blinded by my stupidity. Where on earth would I get that kind of money in two hours? I stayed glued on his eyes, anger and fear bubbling inside me leaving me almost shaken but I wouldn't allow him to weigh me down.

I stood up, snapping the key off the table, my footsteps heavy on the tile. “ Boss” Tristan's steps quickened as he tried to get closer to me when I shoved him off. “ Stay back” I ordered when I saw how persistent he was, my hands clenched his neck, when he was being adamant before I slammed him against the door to the truck. “ I said you should get out of my way. Now” He stood, back reclined against the door. “You can't go in there. It is like a fortress, and you will get killed” he explained when I dragged him like a doll.