Traps Book Novels & Stories

Doesn’t adapt. It locks. Because that— That wasn’t a trap. That was a message. And messages— Mean there’s something worse coming next.

He had almost forgotten just how addictive that it could be. He made his way back to the hiding spot as fast as he could, ripping the rug away from the lose boards that were hiding their secrets. He grabbed the flashlight again from the desk drawer and he quickly tried to fit the ring into the lock. The ring slid easily into place, to his delight, so he held his breath and turned it. Just as he had hoped, the lock popped open and the trap released. "Yes!" He said to himself as he reached inside and gently lifted the ancient book from its prison, while taking great pains not to damage it.

Together we were trouble makers always ready to frustrate the guys. "Who's up for a prank," June asked smiling evilly. Ellie jumped up anxiously "I am" "Definitely," I said. We held hand with me in the middle as he whispered our plans and left to execute the plan. First chapter yay!! Like and comment ❤️ To complete read on n*******r

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

with African literature " Come one babe , I trust you , you are going to smash it really hard so don't fret, you are going to nail it " he reassured her " Well Mirabel and I chose to review Open City by Teju Cole and The great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald, these books are marvelous I had mad fun while reading them because Mirabel kept making fun of the characters, I also enjoyed how she imitated most of them' she explained in an excited tone. "Wait, why are you so happy?" he asked. " I have a literature review class tomorrow , is that not enough reason to be happy?" she said. "I love the books you chose by the way, they are good reads" he said. "Thank youuuuu," she said. "Baby girl, in as m

Clearing his throat hesitantly, Lucas pursued his lips, lacing in a pitiful voice, " Can..Can I talk to you for once? I promise that I won't do anything." I couldn't trust this guy anymore. The day, he forced the abortion on me, he had lost all respect and trust for him. To me, he was nothing but a beautiful memory now. The guy in front of me was no longer familiar to me. Breathing through my mouth heavily, I murmured, rolling the door knob immediately to enter my safety zone, " We have nothing to talk about, Lucas." His own lips parted fast to say something but I hurried, slamming the door shut at his face to sigh in relief. I bit my lips together nervously.

"You think, that's the right decision to take? What if, you get hurt in the process? Look, Chloe... I will just advise you to go with the initial plan. I'm scared for you." "Don't be, I will be fine. Everything is going to be fine, trust me." I replied her and Stanley walked in. She drop what she bring to us and left. We chatted for a while and slowly, she slept off. I look at her and shook my head. She was so eager to make me take my drugs earlier and now, she slept off without having a thought about the drugs. I took my drugs and slept off too right after. Next Morning

He handed it to me instead, and that, the King of Atlanta stepping back and letting me run the table, undid me a little, and I filed the feeling for later and picked up the pen. "You don't fight his army," I said, drawing it out on the pad, boxes and arrows. "You make his army irrelevant. That's the whole difference between how he thinks and how I think. He's playing a war game, soldiers, boats, muscle, terrain. I'm reading his contract for the clause that voids it." I tapped the legal pad. "A trap needs three things to be a trap. Corrupt cops, so Miami PD looks the other way while it happens. Private muscle on the boat, so you can't just walk up. And time, before Rhee up north builds a real

"Hey, look at me. It's going to be great. Just music, drinks, and normal people. No work, no bosses, no drama." I nodded, but my throat felt dry. The hum of the tires against the pavement was making my chest tighten with a terrible sense of familiarity. My mind flashed back to that nightmare of a night with Anya. She had smiled just like Becca, promising a good time, right before she dragged me to that club and slipped something into my drink. But as I stared out at the passing buildings, a sudden thought hit me, settling the panic in my chest. Back then, I believed I had something to lose, a life I was trying to build, a future I was certain of, and a fiancé I trusted. Only to realize it ha

All the trauma of the explosion and the constant fear for Nyla’s life came rushing to the surface, and I reached for the heavy metal pliers sitting on the table nearby. I didn't care about being a good man anymore. I didn't care about the laws or the consequences. I was a Varek, and in our world, when someone tries to take what is yours, you take everything they have left. I moved toward the man, my shadow swallowing him whole as I reached for his foot. The sanctuary of the clinic was gone. The battle was here.