Trapped In Time Novels & Stories

“For your information, I had intentionally stepped into your room soon as I saw Boss Greg coming out of the building early in the morning. You were sleeping, and I wanted to devour you so badly right in the bed, but I knew my co-workers could catch us, so I came up with a plan. I left your room’s door open so you could get out and for you to think you could escape. And now, look, everything’s going well with it. Impressing, right, babe?” She couldn’t almost believe it. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t realized this was all bait, and without being any aware of it, she bit it and went with it. Consequently, as of the moment, this is the result of her not thinking straightly first before making

He needed to get out of here and he needed to leave fast. He had no idea what he'd do once he was out of here but he needed to leave and see for himself what was really happening. Suddenly Tristan felt a punch on his chest and he fell on one leg of his knees. He groaned, getting attention from Simon who hurried up to meet him. "What's happening?" Simon asked inquisitively. Tristan groaned again and he recalled that things like this only happened to him Whenever Tristan Stone was in danger. The last time he felt something like this was at his office and in order to avert the death of Tristan Stone, the moon goddess had altered time.

But he’s Time, an immortal who does whatever he pleases and doesn’t have to deal with the consequences. But he looks appalled, as he stares down at me with furrowed brows. “No. I would never. This was about you. I felt that there was no time than ever to take you. You were depressed, barely even able to move, to think for yourself. The trauma was too bad.” I stare down at the snow, so perfectly white and pristine. “I don’t remember anything after their deaths. I just remember losing everything. Everyone.” Time doesn’t say anymore. He stands, reaching his hand down.

Tenths. They came closer, more closer, most closer and... one jumped with a speed of an eagle extending his jaw to catch her. That's when she felt being wrapped in huge arms which seized and forced her to jump over the cliff. "Don't worry! I'm taking you into an abyss where only peace and happiness flows." The man said, his voice sounding more romantic and promising to her. "Rejoice because your story is about to reach a happily ever moment."

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.

He thought that Calvin's father would always protect him, but now, he's in jail. Calvin pulled the trigger, but instead of shooting him in the head like he had expected, he shot his fingers, making him lose some. It was a silencer, so no sound was heard. "Fuck!" Gary screamed. "Stop it please." He shouted at the top of his voice, hoping and praying someone would come rescue him. The pain in his fingers set his whole body on fire. He had lost his middle and ring fingers. When he saw that they were not the least bothered by his screams, he figured that the room was soundproofed. He felt hopeless.

Again, the moment slipped away before he could change anything. Over and over. Each cycle brought hope, and each reset crushed it just as quickly. Time refused to bend to his will. It replayed the same sequence with merciless precision, trapping him in a pattern he couldn’t break. At first, Damian fought it with determination. He tried different approaches—running faster, shouting warnings, attempting to disable the device earlier in the timeline. But no matter what he did, the loop persisted. It didn’t matter. Nothing changed. Gradually, something more disturbing began to happen.

S E L E N A I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the world and stop time from moving forward. But no matter how hard I wished, I knew it was futile. The hands of the clock would keep turning, the minutes would keep ticking by, and there was nothing I could do to change that. I felt like I was trapped, suspended in a moment that I couldn't escape. It was a bitter feeling, knowing that I couldn't escape the fate that had already been designed for me.

“I have been having many dreams about you, most of them usually end up in a nightmare. After the last one, I thought something had happened, so I decided to come here to–” “–take me back?” she interrupted. Damien directed his gaze to the floor. He had forgotten he was an open book in front of his mother. She was very observant and could discern his thoughts without any effort. “I have missed you, mother.” Mrs. Eleanor shook her head. “I can't go back, Damien.” “I need you! Father needs you! I know it might not seem like it but that is why I am here.” Damien persisted, “it has been fourteen years, mother.”

Her throat was dry and she could not think straight with all these jumbled emotions and feelings because of those deep stares from this stranger. She blinked slowly and her gaze followed him while he leisurely took time to descend into her place. Trapped... She was trapped and could not go anywhere. Trapped inside his deep gaze, which penetrated deep into her heart. It was just like prey trapped under the hunter. Unable to go anywhere and felt anxious if you made a tiny wrong move. He stood closer in front of her. Biding his time, until she felt like she could not take it anymore. During this fleeting moment that feels like an eternity, she saw him smirk, tilted his head, and asked her with