Trapped In A Soap Opera Novel Novels & Stories

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The end. A/N: Hey guys, thank you for taking the time to read this story. As you can see, this was a short novel. Since this is book 2 of My Boss is Clueless, I kept it at the same length. Check out book 3 called THE CEO'S SERIOUS PURSUIT. Please take a look at the Blurb and the find the story on the site! Blurb: After an unfortunate encounter at a restaurant, Ansel Adams has become obsessed with Elisa Campbell, a server at the restaurant who insults him then storms out of the restaurant in the heat of the moment, rendering him speechless.

“Then you have nothing to worry about, we still have some time. Let’s find somewhere safe for you, then, we’ll go back for your siblings first thing in the morning.” I wanted to protest against it but she gave me a pleading look. “Okay, then,” I said, slumping into the soft car seat. It felt so good to be outside those four walls. For the longest time, I had felt trapped. Shit, I was trapped by Ruiz. I knew he was going to be really upset whenever he found out that I had gone. Initially, I felt Bonnie’s plan to start a fire in front of the house as a distraction wouldn’t work. But luckily enough, it worked and I was finally free.

“Please stop!” But he doesn’t. He never does. And as my body curls inward, trembling, my mind retreats back to a place where he can’t follow. A memory. A laugh. Desmond’s hand in mine. Anything but this. Because now I understand. I’m not just trapped in this office. I’m trapped in him. In his obsession. In a world I never agreed to enter. And I don’t know if I’ll ever make it out. ***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE

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.

Without wasting a second, I filled the tub and sank into the warm bath, letting the heat wrap around my body like a blanket. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back, eyes closed, trying to relax my restless mind. The water eased the tension in my muscles, and for a brief moment, the world outside faded away. All I could feel was calm… but my thoughts still lingered on Linda, on Mom, and that scream. Something wasn’t right. _______ “Please help me... Help me... Don’t kill me, please... What did I do to you? Please, don’t kill me…”

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.

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

But Ethan was wrong. Because what he was waiting for… It was already happening. Just not in the way he expected. No masked figure. No blood. No screams in the night. No message carved in flesh. But it was an attack nonetheless—silent, patient, and devastating. A slow erosion of trust. An unraveling of sanity. And it worked. Sophia was already caught in the snare, isolated, fraying at the edges, too afraid to speak, too desperate to be loved. She couldn’t see the trap because it looked like friendship. Like kindness. Like Fallon.