Trapped Novels & Stories

It felt as though the air was being sucked from my lungs. "IT'S A FUCKING TRAP!" Chase shouted. Another shot rang out, and everything went black.

I can feel the blush creep up on my cheeks and I fight to keep a straight face. Did Kaleb just say that to me? He just threatened to fuck the bratty attitude out of me. Oh, if only he knew how badly I really want to be a brat and tell him to prove it. But we can't do that now. I can't even think about that right now. We have to figure something out. "Kaleb. We need to figure a way out of here. We are trapped." I say calmly, trying not to show him how turned on he has me. I need to focus.

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

The sound of the gunshot echoed in my ears as Perry lunged forward, pulling me out of harm's way. I turned just in time to see York collapsing, a pool of blood spreading beneath him. I dragged my suitcase back to the apartment I once shared with Clint. The landlord didn't recognize me. He scrutinized me for a long while and only left after ensuring I wouldn't cause any trouble in his place. Once he left, the empty room felt like a cavern, echoing my solitude. I had been holding back my emotions after that entire farce. Now that I'm relatively safe, they decided to surge forth, flooding my senses.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. ‎My breath comes in short gasps as I stagger to the door, jiggling the handle desperately. Locked. Of course it’s locked. I rattle it harder, pounding my fist against the wood, the sound echoing in the empty room. “Let me out! Hey! Anyone! Let me out!” No answer. Just silence. My heart pounds so hard it hurts, like it’s trying to escape my chest. I scan the room frantically—nightstands, a dresser, a chair by the balcony. No phone. No weapon. Nothing but luxury trapping me in. I try the balcony doors—locked too. The glass is thick, unbreakable without tools I don’t have. I’m trapped. Completely trapped.

I needed to move, to *do* something, anything to escape the suffocating stillness of grief. I tried to shift, to ease my way out from under his arm. But the arm that was draped over me was a band of steel. My muscles tensed as I pushed against it, but it wouldn't budge. His grip was absolute, an unthinking, instinctual lock. I was trapped. A flicker of panic, sharp and cold, cut through the haze of sorrow. I was pinned.

The teenagers are still laughing, oblivious, their reflections fracturing around me. And I realize, with a sickening lurch, that the exit is locked. The door they came through swings shut with another click. I’m trapped. And he’s still in here with me.

Ces don't know what to do. She's in a great panic because of an uncomfortable situation she's with now. She's inside a cubicle with a strange man who's now covering her mouth with his hands. It was so tight that she can't even let a breath out. She tried to escape from its hold, but the man just motion him to be quiet and be still. She rolled her eyes. Both of them were stunned when the doors started to open and close drastically.

The person who betrayed her. Chinyere wanted so much to blame her misfortune on Tobi but she knew it wasn't his fault. It was hers. It was her fault for trusting someone whom she'd never met before. It was number one on her list of 'What Not To Do', a list she'd created in her head as she faked being asleep. What Not To Do 1. DO NOT trust strangers. "Don't worry," the man announced to the hostages and stepped away from Chinyere, "we'll be there soon. I received a text and the customers are excited to meet you."

Leaving the McDonalds, we drove for a few minutes, before we pulled up at a small park, and once we had parked in the car park, we quietly ate our breakfast as we sat in the car. While we were eating our breakfast, Winter leaned over and pulled a cell phone and charger out of the glove box of the SUV and handed them to me. Seeing my confusion, she said, “It’s an untraceable cell phone with SMS encryption. You need to remove your SD card from your current cell phone so that you have your photos and videos. But you can’t take your current cell phone with you. Mason and dad could track it. Don’t worry though. I have put mine and Felix’s phone numbers in this one for you in case you need to get