Romans & histoires Trapped In A Soap Opera Ch 8

I have to watch what they do first before I start. I smile as I look at how desperate my sister is to get Travis. What she did was too old -fashioned so I doubt she will succeed but I want her to succeed so I can prove that Travis is a bad person. "You've drugged this water, right?"I look back at the screen because of Travis' speech. I threw away the tv screen because of Sofia’s stupidity. Now is not the time for them to fight so I have to make way for my sisters’ misfortune.

He asks as he lifts me into his arms. "Just one last job," I mumble. "So he would leave us alone." My words come out choppy and incoherent, but my brain is working fine. What is wrong with me? "Goddess," Osiris says as he lays me on the couch. "What kind of job was it?" "Trap," I giggle. "It was a trap." "If it was a trap, then why are you laughing?" The woman next to Osiris says as she rips open my shirt to see my wounds.

Lucas quickly embraced Julia in his arms, keeping his wife from panicking. "Calm down, darling, don't panic, maybe nothing serious has happened!" Lucas said, calming Julia. Julia returned Lucas's embrace, she felt so calm in Lucas's embrace. "Sorry, for everyone... Sir and Madam for this inconvenience, we will check what actually happened, please don't panic!" a voice could be heard on the information channel. Gina in her place started to strategize to trap Lucas, she was waiting for the right time. "Once again, sorry for Sir and Madam who are in the dance hall, please go to the lounge, take a break for a while, we'll do a check on the dance hall soon!" another voice could be heard on the in

CHAPTER 107 [ Smooth And Creamy Glory] ~TRAVIS~ Sophie brings out the absolute worst in me. So much so that the things that are beneath me suddenly seem so normal. An example was how I was holding my phone in a death grip, typing out another message because the last two were dismissed by putting her phone, screen-down, on the table.

Her mind immediately drifted to the last moment she remembered. Letta distinctly recalled attempting to escape from Marco's grand house. She tried to piece together these fragments of memory, and the last one made Letta freeze. She realized that at that moment, she felt her body collide with a swiftly moving car, and after that, Letta didn't remember what happened to her. This time, Letta realized she was in the hospital, until a heavy voice interrupted her thoughts. "Are you awake?" someone not far from Letta asked, causing her to turn and look at Marco, sitting and staring at her with a sharp gaze and a cold aura enveloping him. Letta didn't even know how to respond.

"You're going to stand here for thirty minutes and think about what you did. You're going to think about how you tried to run from me. You're going to think about how you spat in my face. And you're going to understand that there is no escape. There never was. There never will be." Sophia wrapped her arms around herself, shivering violently. Her teeth chattered so hard she couldn't form words. The water was so cold it felt like needles against her skin, and her bandaged feet were already soaking through. "Please," she managed through chattering teeth. "Please, I'm sorry—" "Twenty-nine minutes left." He closed the glass door and leaned against the bathroom counter, crossing his arms over his

I could hear the water from the fountain in the distance. I wrapped my arms around myself. It had been two days since the dinner with Julian and Leo. Two days since Leo had slipped that small piece of paper into my hand under the table like we were characters in some stupid spy movie. I had memorized the number. Then I burned the paper in the bathroom sink. My heart still beat faster every time I thought about it. Escape. The word felt dangerous. Unreal. Because the truth was... I didn't even know if escaping was possible.

I said, before he could switch it another channel, I wouldn't want to miss the scene of the century. " A telenovela movie, nice!". He grabbed his own glass of Champagne and sat next to me on the couch, facing the television.. We were quietly watching the movie, just then I felt a hand moving through my thighs, I looked down and Tristan's hand had almost reached my undies and was about to slide it to the corner, when we got interrupted by room service.. Tristan reluctantly went to the door, he was talking to the person outside the door and I went back to my movie..

Sophia was surprised, "Menopause? How old is she?" Chase shrugged, "28." Sophia was speechless. "Your 28-year-old agent is going through menopause?" Chase laughed, "I meant her temper is like she's menopausal. She's so volatile, and she can't sleep if she doesn't scold me every day." Sophia felt a bit guilty since she insisted on the drag act. "Could she really drop you in a fit of anger?" Chase hugged her and comforted her, "Don't worry. She sounds tough but has a soft heart. She wouldn't really leave me."

Not to mention my apartment was almost like living in a bin. I shook my head, doing my best to push my doubts and insecurities to the back of my mind. I made my way inside my apartment, and he followed suit, not saying a word. I was welcomed by Sophia, still sitting on the couch, and she was still watching Prison Break. She’d probably gotten through about three episodes since I’d been away. “You’re still awake? I thought I told you not to stay up too long,” I commented, smiling. “You know I can’t keep my promises.” Sophia giggled, turning around to face me. “I was enjoying the show too much. I only have two seasons left.”