Trapped With Mr Walker Novels & Stories

I almost fainted and what if I was actually trapped with Dave without even realizing it? “Wait here Lilly, let me talk to Mr Johnson so we can talk more about this.” For some reason I got interested in the topic. He left and I stood there. My brain was still in shock after hearing those words from him. I just needed a place to seat. Williams came a second later and looked confused. “What happened?” “I didn't see Mr Johnson.” He furrowed his brows. I also squeezed my face and was actually worried about what he had said. “I think fate is working again, let's go into that room and talk more about this.”

What was so special about William and his life? When the Uber driver indicated his arrival, I stood up from the bed and exited the room. I hadn't come with anything, so thankfully, I didn't have any luggage that could hold me back. The receptionist was quite surprised to see me checking out already but that was the least of my worries. I'd been able to get through the reporters the last time because of Peter. How would I pass this time? I turned back to the receptionist. “Is there a backdoor that I can pass through?”

She couldn’t let him see what was happening to her. Langit was shocked that she pushed him and looked panicked. He chased her, needing to know what was going on. Don’t tell him Bintang was about to transform into something like in the movies, maybe it sounded ridiculous, but that was the thought crossing his mind after seeing how panicked she was and how suddenly the rash had appeared. Bintang reached the hotel room door. She turned the handle, but suddenly it wouldn’t budge, someone was pushing it from behind. Langit had caught up, blocking the door to prevent her from escaping. He needed to confirm something that had bothered him ever since he returned to this city.

Then, he opened his eyes again and said with a sigh, “You’re still too young!” That tone and expression were filled with bewilderment. It was as if not being interested in women was a violation of the natural order. Andrius said faintly, “Then, why are you still old and alone?” Badum-tss! Those words were like thunder exploding in Mr. Walker’s mind. He felt his head buzz. He was completely speechless as he was defeated by a single blow. It was a critical hit! Then, Andrius simply left. When he went to the main road, he saw a scooter and rode it leisurely.

Adrian trailed behind, every step calculated. They infiltrated the warehouse, sweeping through the corridors in tight formation. It was eerily empty. Adrian’s instincts flared. “It’s a trap.” “Shit,” Connor muttered. Then— A slow clap echoed in the shadows. Ethan Graves emerged, a sharp smile on his face. “Hello, Adrian,” he drawled. “Took you long enough to catch up.” Adrian’s gun was drawn in an instant. “This ends now, Ethan.” “Oh, I don’t think so,” Ethan chuckled, a sly grin crossing his face. “You’ve been busy trying to drain me. I commend your efforts.” He smirked. “But you’ve arrived too late.”

"We need time. For now, the body goes to the morgue." So no cremation. Not until they catch the monster. Just great—another endless wait. And being stuck to Maverick like this? Yeah, that made it worse. I couldn't move on. Just... linger. *** "What are you doing here? You're not welcome," Connor snapped. Maverick had been showing up daily since my body was brought in. So had Connor—waiting, watching, hoping they'd catch the one who did this. "She's my wife," Maverick muttered and walked in like that was some kind of pass.

HERO POV "Fuck… fuck," I muttered, annoyance bubbling up inside me. I winced as I tried to shift, the chains biting into my wrists. The sight of Jeremy, bleeding heavily on the cobblestones, was a sickening reminder of our predicament, Kristina was strung up to the wall in chains on both hands. Beside me, Walker's cage stood empty, a chilling giveaway to their brutality. They'd dragged him away, unconscious, leaving me alone with the buzzing electricity that crackled through the bars.

I subtly lift my foot, then, in a rush, slam my heel down onto his toes. He yelps in surprise. I burst out from the storage room and turn toward the living room, where I know my mates to be. “Help!” I call as I start to run there. They all turn to look at me. Three of them are in wolf form and start forward. Unfortunately, before they can reach me, or I can reach them, something clicks and a metal grate comes crashing down into the space between us, blocking the hallway in half with rod iron beams. I’m trapped on one side with the caretaker.

Their plan was simple, ‘forget Simon Walker. The maids who were invited from Walker’s mansion were very bold and blunt, “Simon Walker was betrayed by his girlfriend five years ago, he lost his ability to walk in an accident and all he could think about was committing suicide, when does he have the time to be attracted to women not to talk of raping them.” One of them asked Barrister Edgar rudely during her questioning.

“Please, sir, with all due respect, stop pretending. You told me to work on numerous files, knowing full well that I couldn’t finish them in a day. And then, to make sure I complied, you locked me in here for hours without food or water. Just how heartless can you be, Mr. Russo?” My breath hitches in my throat. I frown, raising an eyebrow. “What are you talking about, Elara? Why would I... What do you mean by ‘locked you in’?” “Please, stop acting innocent, sir.” Does she mean somebody locked her in the office? But who would do that? “Elara, I did not lock you—” Just then, the elevator pings, and Howard and another guy walk in, dragging a figure. I stare, my eyes wide and too stunned to spea