Trapping Stories

Love is around and sometimes where you least expect it! Trey Comstock is a guitarist in one of the world’s hottest rock bands: Feisty. Bailey Kline carries a noble and important last name but outside of that, she’s got nothing going in her life. Both are at very different points in their lives trying to find themselves and find love. They meet while Trent is in the process of divorcing another and Bailey sees an opportunity to take advantage of him for her own financial gain. But will her attempt to get ahead in life pan out? Will Trent see right through her scheme or will he perhaps go along with it just to test her? She's in for a surprise when she finds out he's been using her the entire time as well! Find out as these two push and pull each other to the brink! **This is a five part mini-series and while the stories continue in order they can be read as a stand alone. You will follow them better however, reading in order. A new one will come out every four-six weeks until complete. This is part two, Trey's story.**

★Be careful who you trust. Because, even your bestfriend can also become your greatest enemy★ Don't come close to me !" I yelled on top of my lungs, taking two step backwards. My gaze fixated on his hand, dripping with blood. He had just cut off a man's hands like it meant nothing. What kind of human is he? No! No! No! He is no human, he is an animal. A bloody filthy animal. "I won't hurt you, baby girl." He took a couple of step towards me and I kept moving backwards, until my rear back collided with the wall, trapping me with him. I whimpered in fear. Unable to utter a single word as his bloodied hand caressed my chin. Somebody please save me! I cried inwardly. "You're so fucking beautiful." He complimented me but I returned the favor by spitting on his face. "And you're an animal!" I retorted. He wiped his face with his bloody hand. Then, he shot me a daunting glare. I braced myself for what could come next. I was ready to bear the brunt of my action. He could run a slap across my face. or perhaps, he might even kill me too. But instead, his handsome face brightened with a devilish smirk and he claimed my lips. -----★----★----★----★---- Janie's father took her to a big mansion under the guise of going there to borrow money for her tuition fee. Unknown to her, he was going to sell her to the ruthless and dangerous mafia king, Luciano Pavarotti. The man whom she trusted all her life wasn't really who she thought he was. Her father just betrayed her! what happens after Janie suffers that betrayal from her father? How will she cope living with the most dangerous person on Earth as his possession?

Max has never admitted to anyone that he dreams about his past, snippets of information about people he’s sure are his parents… reading him a book, raising him up in the air, calling him another name he can’t remember… They seemed happy. So why did he find himself growing up at an orphanage?Celine is always haunted by the event that changed her life forever, her sister getting taken. When her sister disappeared, she wished it had been her instead. They said she was dead, but she knew deep in her heart that her sister was still alive. Haunted by her past, she navigates her day-to-day tasks like a sleeping robot, waiting to be awakened by the right operator.Two individuals, thrown together by fate whose secrets might destroy the fabric of their existence. Will they find the love lurking in the shadows or will it remain elusive?--=--This is the second book in the Orphan Trilogy, and because Celine and Clara's stories are intertwined there may be parts that you are familiar with if you read the first book. But don't worry these are all from Max's and Celine's perspectives so you will definitely see new material.

"Finders keepers," Deangelo growled, his voice all sharp edges. "I found her first, commoners, she belongs to me. The only reason she's still breathing is because I saved her from that fucking fire." Romano snorted, pushing his way further inside. "You think you can just claim her like that? She's not a damn trophy, Scorpion." Fernando gave a series of hand gestures in sign language. Deangelo translated, "You may have found her, but that does not make her yours. We have a stake here, Papi." Vincenzo's voice cut like a knife through the tension. "This isn't some playground game. She's a person, not a prize to be fought over?" As their voices rose, they suddenly fell silent, snapping their eyes to Rosita. She was rushing towards the door. DeAngelo's eyes narrowed as he took a step towards her. "Little peasant, don't even think about it." **** Rosita's life has been anything but ordinary. Homeschooled and sheltered by her overprotective father after a near-fatal stalking incident, she dreams of escaping to college and pursuing her passion for music. But her father's plans to enroll her in an online university leave her feeling trapped and desperate. On the day, she finally decides to away, a fire overtakes their home, trapping her in her room. Just when she thinks all hope is lost, her metal door is broken down—not by her father, but by Deangelo Luis Valladares, the most-feared mafia drug lord in the whole of Mexico. With an intriguing, sinister smile, he extends his hand to Rosita through the smoke-filled room. Will Rosita take his hand and let him save her, or will she be taken by force? Can a breathtaking beauty like Rosita survive in a world ruled by mafia dons who live like kings and control Mexico City?

A writer who knows every popular trope of werewolf stories. After her relationship with her boyfriend and parents fell apart, she planned to create her own stories and wished for her story to become a hit. She fell unconscious in front of her laptop in the middle of reading the novel and transmigrated into the novel's world. She becomes Aesthelia Rasc, a warrior who has an obsession with the alpha's heir, Gior Frauzon. Aesthelia refused to accept the fact that there was a relationship blooming between Gior and Merideth Reiss, the female lead. Aesthelia fought Merideth to win over Gior, until she died. Now, the writer who became Aesthelia wants to survive as much as she can until she figures out how to come back to her own world. She will do everything to avoid her fated death, for her own survival. It is hard to turn the 'PAGES' when you know what will happen next.

During a classmates' reunion party, the villa unexpectedly collapses, trapping both Priscilla Hobbs, my husband's true love, and me beneath the fallen ceiling. My husband is a member of the rescue team. To keep Priscilla alive, he chooses to lift the ceiling from her side. He says, "Pris is an actress. She can't be crippled." The ceiling crushes my legs as it's lifted from the other end. My husband seems to have forgotten that I have a congenital blood clotting disorder. Without my legs, I'll die…

Take a journey with me into my collection of short horror stories. Over the years, my dreams have always scared me so much that I had a hard time sleeping at night. So, one day I decided to create new stories from my deepest fears. From Vampires, monsters, witches and ghosts to stories that seem normal but are just a little off, I hope my stories chill you to the bone as much as they do me.

Life in showbiz is glamorous. The relationships in showbiz are dreamy and sweet. The best actor has a crush on me. The top idol hits on me. I, a little-known actress, become famous. ... This is a collection of exciting love stories in showbiz.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT (18+) This book is a collection of steamy short romantic and erotic stories that will awaken your inner desire. Great for readers longing for a hot, seductive and sensual read. Each story offers a captivating retreat into a space where eroticism and desire reigns free. Tell me which story captures your attention. This book is strictly for matured readers.

A fierce storm erupts on a mountain peak at 25,561 feet, trapping me in the mountain camp under heavy snow. My husband, the leader of the mountain excursion squad, ignores my desperate pleas and hands the last oxygen tank to his beloved true love. "You're a professional climber—you won't die from missing a few breaths," he snaps. "Olivia has always been frail. Without oxygen, she's done for!" I watch as the two of them lean on each other, making their way down the cliffside, and I fall into complete despair. He's already forgotten that my body hasn't been able to survive without oxygen at high altitudes since saving him two years ago.