Trapping Stories 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

Ooohh I see, you know if you are not ready to share I totally understand but can you at least tell me what went South between the both of you?" Audrey asked further. She looked at him and the tears she had tried to hide all the time they were together started coming out on torrents, she did not know she would fall hard for Audrey and what's more have to relieve her darkest part to him. Telling anyone about her Boston story was something she would not come up with in her lifetime. Apart from Mirabel that knew she told no on else including her parents never knew that their daughter got raped while in school. She cleared her throat in anticipation for what she was about to say but words seemed

TRAPPED "Some traps are baited with hope, others with desperation. The cruelest ones use both." ~ LAUREN'S POV ~ The warehouse looked like a wound in the city, jagged and pulsing with dread. My breath misted in the freezing air as I paused at the side entrance, my fingers twitching around the small canister of pepper spray in my coat pocket. I shouldn't be here. I knew it. And yet… The message had been impossible to ignore:

Amir let out a soft, sarcastic laugh, taking a step closer to trap her under his sharp gaze: "I'm a content creator, beautiful. I read body language and subtle cues for a living! Spotting the fire between you and your stern, prestigious professor doesn't take a genius. His facial expressions in the lecture hall and his insane jealousy when I sat beside you gave everything away." Leaning in, he smiled with quiet challenge: "Imagine what would happen if the college administration or social media students heard about this very private 'academic discussion' in the department head's office?" Hala’s hands shook, a wave of dizziness washing over her from the shock of his blackmail. But Amir’s expre

I whisper, their warmth anchoring me. Trapped or not, this is my story now.

I asked, interlacing my fingers that were placed on the bar table. “Yes… of course.” She readjusted her form, placing her hands under her chin. I can tell by the way she looks at me that she's ready to pay keen attention to whatever comes out of my mouth. “Well,” I blew a sigh as I squeezed the bridge of his nose, “Do you ever feel trapped? like having to be caught up in the decision you made of your own will? And it feels like you want to vent and terminate the one who'd set that trap and simultaneously find your way out of the trap.”