Trapped Headstrong Novels & Stories

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.”

But I had something she didn't see yet. I may not have strength, or speed, or combat experience... but I had something more dangerous: A very stubborn streak. And nothing to lose. I'm getting out of here. I don't care if I have to fake a mental breakdown or dig a tunnel with a spoon. This mansion might be built like a fortress, but I've cracked codes bigger than this with nothing but spite and a protein bar. I limped back to bed, clutching my side. I lay back down and stared at the ceiling again, a small grin tugging at my busted lip

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.

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.

LAURA “Trapped” is the only word I can use to describe how I felt. The last thing I want to do is burden him with my problems but he keeps insisting I stay, in addition to that he says he loves me. “Me! Of all people, why me? How on earth will he have such feelings toward me? In my opinion I should be the last person he will have such feelings toward. I nervously stroll around the garden, rummaging my wobbling hand through my hair for the umpteenth time, trying to find at least one reason, just one to justify the fact that Alpha Steve loves me.

“Not yet. But she knows. She knows you’re there. She knows you’ll come for her. That’s what she’s holding onto. That’s why she hasn’t broken yet. And that’s why she won’t.” I closed my eyes and let the words sink in. They were a thread, fragile and delicate, but enough to hold onto. “She’s so stubborn,” I murmured. “I can’t… I can’t tell her what to do, can’t shield her, can’t even touch her. And yet she’s still fighting.” “That’s Callie,” Travis said. “And from what I can understand she’s always been like that. She's been like that. Always will be. And it’s going to frustrate the hell out of Alessandro.”

But Leo’s expression changed again after a moment. More serious this time. “You know you don’t have to stay here forever, right?” The words made my chest tighten slightly. “I know.” “You could leave.” “I know.” Leo’s voice softened just a little. “If you ever feel trapped here… you don’t have to handle it alone.” I looked at him carefully. “That sounds dramatic.” “I’m serious.” “Why would you help me?” Leo shrugged. “Maybe I like you.” “That’s suspicious.” “Maybe I just don’t like seeing people stuck in situations they didn’t choose.”

Peter became increasingly perplexed by his boss's behavior, which he thought displayed signs of a mental disorder. Felix's character seemed akin to that of a person with multiple personalities. Indeed, all this time, he had perceived Felix's character as somewhat psychopathic. Felix appeared to derive great pleasure from seeing his opponents helpless before him without regret. However, on several occasions, Peter had observed Felix consulting a psychiatrist. Still, Felix had never disclosed the results of those medical evaluations to him.