Trapped Out Like Griselda Novels & Stories

The last shred of affection and trust I had for my parents vanished at that moment. Jovina walked toward me slowly, her gaze greedily sweeping over me. As her fingers brushed over the necklace on my neck, her eyes were filled with jealousy. She remarked, "My dear Nerissa, it seems you've been living well these past few years. You took something I didn't want, but you ended up enjoying it, huh?" I slapped her hand away and said coldly, "Weren't you pursuing your true love abroad? Why did you slink back here? Is it because you couldn't survive out there anymore? Do you regret it now?"

“Why are you suddenly acting like a headless chicken with no sense of direction? Playing right into Mirena’s traps—are you stupid?” Each word struck like a blow. Camille’s fingers tightened against the duvet. “All those years,” Griselda went on, her voice growing sharper, “all the effort your father and I put into raising you, into shaping you into who you are today, you’ve thrown it all away! You’ve rendered everything we’ve done for you useless. And for what?” She scoffed and her lips curled in frustration. “Because you’re acting like a child who can’t think? Because you were dumb enough to fall into Mirena’s trap?”

And I was the audience who had been lured into the trap. I decided to bluff my way out. “Oh, really? Like what?” He looked pleased by my question. He had been waiting for it. My heart sank. “The police. Did you ever think you could walk away free after stealing my watch?”

Who goes to a panther's lair to hunt him? I do. And for Jasper Grant, a hot, tasty girl blundering into his lair? That suits him perfectly. It is a shame that such a fine specimen of a man will go to waste. But he must pay with his life. All the Grants will pay for their sins. I, Michela Cruz, will be their reckoning.

"I didn't plan my pregnancy, and you told me you were fine with me being with him." "Oh, please, Mirabel stop it, with the victim act. Well, I'm not anymore, I want him back; he is mine, always has been, and always will be, I just borrowed him to you, and now your time is up." Her voice was filled with hate, her eyes cold and empty. "Hey baby," Jerry held her waist from behind. She turned to face him, placing her lips on him and kissing him passionately. He stopped kissing her, and just held her closely "Guess what? I'm now a free man, the witch's claw has finally left me," he said excitedly.

Her light eyes made the other maidens go insane in jealousy and her lips was of the same shade as blood. " Annabelle!, Griselda!" Madam jizelle screams through the castle's kitchen window. Annabelle and Griselda eyes dart around, they rush out, moving towards the kitchen in other to avoid being a punching bag for madam jizelle insanely large fists.

He tightens his grip on me. "We missed you," he says. "The house... it’s just a building without you. It’s cold." He kisses the top of my head. "Come home, Graziella. Stop this. Stop living in this box. Come back to the West Wing. Come back to us." "I can't," I whisper. "Why?" "Because if I come back... I lose." "Lose what?" "Myself." "No," he says fiercely. "You find yourself. You found yourself in the crypt. You found yourself in the vault. You are the Queen, remember? Queens don't live in exile."

My hand found hers before I could stop it, the warmth of her skin anchoring me in ways I hated to acknowledge. Alex growled. She needs us. I was about to shake her awake when the door creaked open. Griselda swept in, her sharp eyes narrowing as they fell on our joined hands. I pulled mine back immediately, jaw tight. I wouldn’t let her see weakness. “I sensed a dark aura,” she muttered, gliding to the other side of the bed. “Something is clawing at her spirit.” “She’s trapped,” I forced the words out evenly. “But she hasn’t opened her eyes.”

A 'me' that is just useless to him. I have lost my mate. My only means of salvation. I am now bound in captivity. ~NYX~ **** Griselda flipped her hair to the back, her body glistened with oils that maids had used on her. She loved the way she scented and how the lycan ornament suited her. She rose to her feet, the transparent gown she was wearing splayed out behind her and she looked at Nyx who had no expression on her face. "Is everything prepared?" She asked.

Griselda then looked at Maeve and I as though she was asking for permission and we nodded our heads in agreement. At that moment she removed her phone and began to screw through it and then she stopped and turned her phone so that we all could see. “She is…” Griselda wanted to continue but trailed off as she clutched her neck and the phone fell from her hand. Damien rushed to pick up the phone as we all watched Griselda begin to cough out blood. It was a horrifying sight to behold but it was bound to happen. What was she expecting when she made a deal with a dangerous person?