Trapped Novels & Stories

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey

This man is insane. I didn't know what to do anymore. On one side, I had my dignity, which was not ready for any compromise, and the other side wanted nothing more than freedom. But whatever it was, one thing Dean said was right. If I stay here, there is no guarantee Ivan wouldn't share me with them. I was beyond confused about what to do. I was trapped in between wrong and right.

"It feels longer." "It always does." He was quiet for a moment. Then: "You're not trapped." I looked at him. "We literally can't leave." "You're not trapped," he repeated. "You're waiting. There's a difference." "What difference?" "Trapped means there's no exit. Waiting means the exit exists, you just can't access it yet. Your brain is responding to the first scenario. But we're living in the second one. The door will open. We just have to be patient until it does."

"What's going on? What's that place with the blinking red dot?" Axel instructed Tyler, "Get on your laptop and start tracking!" Tyler swiftly took his place in front of the laptop, typing away. However, the red dot disappeared from the map, possibly due to Tyler's delayed response, leading him to express his frustration, "Darnit! I lost it again!" Kenny was bewildered. "What's happening?" Axel sighed and turned to Kenny, explaining, "Daddy's company's firewall has been repeatedly attacked, and the intentions of the other party are still unclear. But it's certainly provocative."

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After she was rescued, he shoved me into a wooden box and nailed it shut! "You will suffer a hundred times more than she did!" he yelled. I begged, "Please, Yoel, I didn't mean to forget her in the car! It was an accident!" He showed no mercy. "Stay in there and think about your actions. You'll come out once you've learned your lesson!" he snapped.

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."

**ATTENTION, ATTENTION, this is an emergency broadcast. Repeat an emergency broadcast. A severe blizzard is coming this way, remain indoors, this will bring several feet of snow and have severe wind blasts. Repeat, this is an emergency broadcast.** Jay turned off the radio and looked at his girlfriend who was freaking out, her nails in her mouth. His head turned and he looked at his best friend for well over 25 years. Jake returned Jay’s look and Jake started to shake his head. Being friends for that long, Jake could read his friend and Jay stood up.

“No, no…” I throw my weight into the door. My palms slam against the metal. “Please!” I scream, voice already raw. “Help! Someone help me!” But no one answers. Only the crackle of fire. The pop of something collapsing somewhere nearby. I stumble back, wheezing. My throat is on fire. My chest heaves. I feel trapped—truly, hopelessly trapped. The realization hits me hard and fast. I’m stuck. I’m really stuck. I pace in circles, frantic. Tears sting my eyes, but they’re useless here—just salt against smoke. “Is anyone there?” I cry, but the words barely leave my throat. “I’m here! Please… someone…”

Trapped in a mess so deep I can’t see a way out of it. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

I was trapped in here. What was happening out there?