Trapped Out Like Griselda Novels & Stories

It's like some thing bad happened to me and that in a second or so, the guy with me might try to force himself on me, some times I always even beg them to leave me alone. But with Cade every thing is different, I had gotten far with him only for that disturbing feeling to come back. For years I keep on wondering if I was raped or stuff, that is the only thing that can justify this feeling but I doubt it. Have always lived a sheltered life,I wouldn't have been raped by any one, my parents would have told me if some thing like that happened right. Just then the door opened and Tracy walked in with Gracie. "So you have been hiding here all day, common the crew have arrived, they came with all t

I paced the room, my blood boiling. What exactly did Mario Santiago think he was? Some kind of god? Some untouchable tyrant? This was human trafficking, plain and simple. I was being sold off like a piece of meat. If I could just get out—just once—I’d march straight to the police station, slap a report on his head, and watch the whole empire crumble. I stopped by the window, yanking at the latch. Locked. Of course. It was sealed tighter than my chances of escaping this nightmare. The sunlight taunted me through the glass, bright and warm, reminding me of what freedom felt like—what it looked like.

Her sly grin revealed a row of pearly white teeth, making her appear even more terrifying. “By tomorrow morning, ten million dollars will be mine,” she murmured smugly. “And you, Cordelia, will disappear from this life.” Brittany laughed again, louder and more chilling than before. Nothing could stop her now. She had reached the peak of her wicked scheme, and no one could deny her the victory she had long desired. Cordelia had fallen right into her trap! ***

I run upstairs into the room that has its window facing the front yard of the estate in my desperation to watch my wife leave. Did I make the right choice? Did I mess this up? Should I have listened? Why did she lie? Mirabella sits at the waiting bench for long minutes before a customized matte black Rolls Royce Ghost pulls up. Her so-called best friend alights from the car, followed by another young lady. They both crouch down in front of my wife as her body quakes. A few minutes pass and they finally are able to get her up but her whole body freezes the moment she moves her feet.

All the trauma of the explosion and the constant fear for Nyla’s life came rushing to the surface, and I reached for the heavy metal pliers sitting on the table nearby. I didn't care about being a good man anymore. I didn't care about the laws or the consequences. I was a Varek, and in our world, when someone tries to take what is yours, you take everything they have left. I moved toward the man, my shadow swallowing him whole as I reached for his foot. The sanctuary of the clinic was gone. The battle was here.

His jaw tightened. Then he clapped his hands. The doors opened. Two shielders walked in. "If you won't talk, the dungeon will make you. I don't have time to waste with you here. The sooner you talk, the sooner you leave." "But—but I didn't do anything!" I struggled to understand. What was he saying? "Please, Tristan. I didn't do anything. I swear. I didn't take anything." The shielders grabbed my arms. I was dragged away. My voice faded. No one cared.

Laurel McKinley, Luna of the Knight Moon Pack, had finally gathered the courage to reject her bond with Alpha Noah Knight and declare her freedom in front of him. Her words were meant to sever the union that had been arranged by her parents. But before she could finish, Noah reacted with lightning speed, holding his hand in her mouth before she could complete her sentence, unleashing his Alpha command. He warned her that if she dared to utter another word of rejection, her parents would suffer the consequences. This was just a reminder of his power and the lengths he would go to maintain control. When she demanded, “What do you want?”, her voice trembled with fear. Noah’s response r

He whispered words of love and gratitude in my ear, promising me that this was for the best. He promised to get me out of prison quickly, leveraging his connections and power. I believed him, but now, suspended in this room, my body aching and my mind racing, I see the truth. I was just a pawn, manipulated and discarded when I was no longer useful – all to protect his reputation and the Grayson household name. The pain in my arms was unbearable, each second stretching into an eternity. My shoulders felt like they were being torn from their sockets, the cuffs digging deeper into my skin with every passing moment. I tried to distract myself, to think of anything other than the agony coursing t

Zachary awoke from his stupor and scolded me, "Daisy, you evil bitch! What has our child done to warrant you watching him suffer without speaking out? Are you happy with what happened to her?" Guilt, disappointment, and sadness flitted across his face. He played the part of a gentle father extremely well. While everyone was criticizing me, Griselda had begun tussling with Polly. "I've wanted to do this for ages, you evil hag!" A scream pierced the air as the two of them tumbled out of the window. Everyone hadn't expected this to happen. However, I was relieved by this development.

The old woman was sure to die from paranoia right now. Andrew noticed her fiddling with the hem of her long black skirt while glancing at the door with her scared graying eyes every 3 seconds. "It's not your fault Griselda, young miss can be really a handful sometimes," Andrew broke the dreading silence sparing a pitiful expression at her. "But master won't be convinced. I should have kept her close..." Griselda seized her eyes away from them out of guilt. Lucifer's unforgiving nature is a piece of common knowledge and getting a second chance from him was near to impossible.