Traps Book Novels & Stories

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

His thoughts screeched to a halt. There. Something lying on the floor, in the doorway of the first classroom/showroom. A red strap to a purse. Amanda’s purse? a trap The thought surfaced from nowhere, a free-floating idea which popped when it hit the surface of his brain. It was a trap. A more insidious version of the string-yanked dollar, or a Venus fly-trap, or an angler fish . . . Venus fly-trap angler fish

All except Damian, who was still camping in the safe room while updating everyone’s position and mapping the floor for Zen’s gaming guide. “I don’t know,” Jessica replied. “It stuns the slime and disintegrates it when it crosses into the trap zone.” The new type of trap made Zen excited. It could not be a red herring if the traps were stronger. Something special was awaiting them. “It could be a rare encounter,” Zen concluded. “Do not engage in battle. It’s safer to have everyone assemble before attempting to clear that zone. Damian, could you guide Charlie and Remi over? We’ll need you to leave that safe zone and join us.”

“The desperate mate, trying to flee to her Alpha? It’s the oldest story in the book.” He took another step. I took a step back, my back to the open, vulnerable clearing. “I have every patrol schedule, every sentry rotation memorized. I designed the three-minute gap you saw. It’s called a trap.” He smiled, a flash of white in the gathering dark. “I wanted to see if you’d take the bait. I have to admit, I’m a little proud you did. It shows spirit.” Rage, hot and blinding, burned through my fear. “You monster.”

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

The correct answer is yes. A trap does not need teeth if it can learn your hands. Say no, and I become the kind of mother Trust can override for fetal welfare. Say yes, and every future refusal can be framed as a failure to protect the child. The chair is warm under me. The straps hold my wrists with careful patience. Sarah stands three steps away, gun lowered because Leo is on the other end of her obedience. Renn has gone very still. Mara kneels at the open port under the mural, her stolen wire trembling between two fingers.

"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