Trapped In A Soap Opera Novel Novels & Stories

Tristan had never for a moment thought that he would eventually become infatuated with Sophia. Remember right first, how he cunningly devised a plan. Trying to get close. manipulate. Even taking Sophia on purpose from Edward who is clearly his best friend. Once he had successfully cast the bait and in the end got what he was after, Tristan brutally tortured Sophia. Without thinking much, many actions are not commendable. So now? Nothing is scarier for Tristan than imagining life without Sophia by his side. Faced with the fact that his wife twice experienced a very dangerous condition, it made her feel like a person who had lost her mind.

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX Sophia's apartment felt suffocating as she sank onto her bed, burying her head in a pillow to drown out the torment of the television. The room was dimly lit, mirroring the heaviness that engulfed her heart. The incessant bashing from the media served as a constant reminder of the lies she had spun, the damage she had caused.

Viso kept staring at her flabbergasted! “I have loved him ever since he came into my life, when he came to save me from Sandro.” her hands shook recalling that moment and eyes filled with hot water. “I was tied with chains like an animal, Viso. Naked. Crying and trembling..” Vienna sobbed, her psychiatrist notified her not to recall that time and to move on in life. But today, she had to recall that time. She had to because she needed to show her brother how much she loves Evan. Viso's eyes fumed in rage recalling the time she spent in captivity of his enemy. “Vienna, I was coming to save…”

Letta said again, making Marco just look at her nonchalantly. "So what? Are you ashamed because I found out that you like romantic novels favored by teenagers?" Marco retorted, making Letta click her tongue in annoyance. What's wrong with romantic novels anyway? It's not just teenagers who read them, she also needed entertainment to calm her mind, and one of the ways was by reading such romantic novels. "What do I have to be ashamed of? I don't like you touching my things," Letta said, then she stored the book where she usually kept her book collection. They then stared at each other again.

You must stick with your plan. Sigh. This is giving me headache. Then I stood up to get a drinking water, then I find myself again looking at the girl lying on the bed. What do you want to do with her? Shit Joeff! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

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Then I’ll tear it all down: strand by strand. ⸻ Sophia I’ve been feeling trapped, since yesterday. I’ve spent most of my time hiding in the room grandpa put me in. I miss my room, my bed, and all my things. They won’t even let me go grab anything. Grandpa’s useless assistant did go and pick up some of my stuff, but nothing I wanted. With everything falling apart, and the assistant’s incompetence, my anger skyrocketed. She kept trying to boss me around, so I snapped and slapped the bitch. Hard. That was hours ago.

he was brazenly flaunting my roommate. How on earth have I been so blind to all these red flags? I knew something was wrong when Liam suddenly visited my apartment frequently. Back then, I'd brushed it off and assumed he wanted to spend more time with me, but I guess it was Chloe he really just wanted to see. Tears stung in my eyes but I blinked them back. I hissed and closed my I*******m app, then swiped open my reading app and began reading the novel I'd abandoned two days ago. The male lead in the book— Dante— was what made me glued to the story from the first chapter. He was hot, muscular and irresistibly handsome. The way he spoke and touched the female lead— Iris— was so intoxicating a

I started to unwrap the bandages from my darling Sally. My heart was calm, steady. Sally might be covered in scars and horribly disfigured, but she was still my darling. Holly, who was next to me, gagged. Her voice was raw from crying all night. Her lips were cracked, and her eyes were sunken. I said to her in an eerily soothing voice, "It's okay. When the sun comes up, you'll be just like my Sally. Falling apart bit by bit, but with nothing you can do. But you can't leave either." I tied Holly's hands and feet to the iron fence with torn clothes and bandages.

Sophia's POV Two hours of mindless N*****x binging and a bowl of bland popcorn later, I toss the remote aside with a frustrated sigh. The movie isn’t cutting it. The popcorn? Tasteless. My patience? Hanging by a thread. Nothing seems to hold my attention these days, and the boredom is gnawing at me. It’s not just boredom, it’s something deeper. Restlessness. At first, I thought changing my surroundings would help. I left my room for Dante’s, hoping being in his space would ease the monotony. It worked, but only for a moment. Now, I’m back to feeling suffocated.