Traps Book Novels & Stories

Trauma is a house. And somewhere inside Iris, a child is still trapped, listening for footsteps, waiting to be punished for wanting anything at all.

Ava could think of only one place where the book could be. Going deeper into the heart of the Temple, Ava encountered elaborate traps meant to kill. She knew Kunz’s handy work, even noticed a few tricks she taught him. Creating traps was the King’s forte. Unraveling them took precision, patience—time. She had so little of the latter. The faster way to get through them was to trigger them. Ava knew that was a terrible idea, but it was the only one she had to speed things up. She took a long breath in, a long breath out.

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“Listen to this. Congratulations my industrious scribe, or scribes. I see you have found the code to mine books, but have you found their traps. My traps are simple, or difficult, it depends on your mind. My books are numbered simply and are nothing more than my personal journals. Merely the ramblings of an old man. They contain no state secrets or rumours, no stories or answers, simply, as I said, musings. For anything else those were kept in my mind and if you are reading this, then my mind is forever closed to you. Best of luck, my scholar, may your hunt through the paperwork of my simple life, be all that you hope for, but I believe you may be in for disappointment. My life was

Insidious and cowardly. “Crap. Yeah. Keep an eye out for these things, everyone. If you see something, say something. We need to know where they are, so we don’t trigger what ever activates them. No one touches or tries to move them, either. Remember, they could be almost anything. Like the barrel there, they will look like a harmless piece of garbage.” Bethany’s voice betrayed her disgust at using such a trap. Magic wasn’t an easy way out of things. Everything came with consequences for the victim and the caster. This, she believed, was a coward trying to cover their tracks without forethought about what it would do to them and the world around them. “That sucks if we’re coming across traps

Chapter 116. My Husband Is A Beast Part-6. Sofia Pov. He didn't stop. He came closer… The more I shifted to the end of the bed, the more my body trembled in fear. This beast has a calm personality on the outside but right now, he's more than a murderer. Tristain lifted his hand slowly and pulled strands of hair from my face. His breath smelled of whisky. I felt really restless, but still I sat in one spot, shaking. There was no use running any further.

Food was minimal, entertainment even less so. After that first day, I’d resigned myself to the fact that I was sitting in reality. I had been taken against my will, but that didn’t mean I was defeated. Far from it. I kept mostly to myself, not engaging in the cat-calls and egging from the animals around me. I stayed focused, continuing on my quest to keep the fear minimal and my mind busy with the task of finding some weakness that would allow me to escape. But the awful truth was that there was no way. From the constant guard to the inability to even escape the cage that held me, I was well and truly trapped. There was no way to even maybe loosen the bolts on the door, because someone was a

It was this maniac’s tactic to offer chicken soup to his mates to divert their attention in keeping an eye on her so she could get out, but that was all his plan. When she was out of the building and out of everyone’s eyes, it was his time to do all that he had been thinking of doing to her even from the first moments she had become a detainee in this hell place because all this time, this old pervert demon was fantasizing about her!

I walked to the far stall, went inside, and locked it. The silence hit me like a wall. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I wasn't a good person. I knew that now. I was a liar and a predator, and I was enjoying it. I was enjoying the way I was dismantling David Petrov’s life piece by piece. A wave of sudden, violent frustration washed over me. I turned to the tiled wall and pulled back my fist. Thump.

"I'm the fastest one here! If there are traps inside, I can yank Valeria out of the way before anyone else even moves!" Why is he shaking my hand? What is happening? Caius pushed his glasses up and pulled out this tiny notebook from his pocket, flipping it open to a page covered in symbols. "The rune traps inside can only be broken by me. Without me, you're all just walking into a death trap. That's not opinion, that's fact." Then they all moved in at once, and I was suddenly drowning in bodies.