Treacherous Trap Hole Novels & Stories

With clench jaw he drove through the road and it took him almost an hour to reach the mentioned address. He parks the car outside a house. Stepping out of his car the first thing he noticed was the dusted floor of the porch and scattered with dry leaves everywhere. Gradually his nefarious eyes lift up and took into notice of the rusted big lock hanging from the door which only indicates that no habitat resides in that deserted house. He was once again surprised. Whoever had hired that model to trap him has gone extra length to hide her very well by providing wrong address of her existence to the modelling agency.

Climbing down a mountain, they all arrived at the exact spot that the man mentioned to them. His words turned out to be true! Asher stared down at the tunnel amusingly. This Mafias was so cunning that they had actually made such an expensive tunnels to hide themselves so that they could continue expanding their illegal business. Asher withdrawed his gaze from the tunnel and turned around to ask the young man, " How will we survive if we go down there? We won't be able to breathe in lack of Oxygen." The young man further explained staring down at the entrance blankly,

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

--- And as the structure began to strain— As perfect calculation met imperfect truth— As the trap closed on both sides at once— One final truth emerged: --- The most dangerous trap— --- Is the one you don’t realize… --- You’ve built around yourself.

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.

“Then yes, you can.” He looked around, and then he started asking questions and going over every part of the scene. He then found the concealed hole that the adults in this girl's life had kept her in along with two other girls that were in the same condition as the other, except they were alive but barely. He was disgusted. Even with the death of one child, they had tried to hide the others who needed medical help as well.

“You climbed onto your grandfather's desk during a board meeting because you didn't want to take your medicine.” A faint smile touched her lips. “You told him you would only swallow it if he promised you could sit in the chairman's chair.” Daniel stood near the window. He listened silently. Margaret continued. “He promised.” Her smile broke. “And you believed him.” She lowered her head. “You believed everyone who loved you.” Daniel's fists tightened. “That was never her weakness.” Margaret looked at him. “What?” “Trusting people.” Daniel's voice was low. “They made it a weakness.”

I step on something. I look down. Shouldn’t have. It’s not a rock. It’s a bone. Long. Thin. Definitely human. “Fantastic,” I mutter. “Landmines made of femurs.” Trixie keeps moving, more careful now. Her eyes dart around the cave, sharp, calculating. But the deeper we go, the more bones we see. Whole drifts of them, scattered like someone threw a party and forgot to clean up the guests afterward. Then we hit the first trap.

Victor said quietly. I looked around, puffing for air. We had arrived at a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees. It looked empty. Just shadows all around us. “Where is ‘here’?” My voice came out sharper than I wanted. Victor didn’t answer my question. Instead, he walked over to one of the bigger trees. He knelt down, pushing aside leaves and dirt. Suddenly, he uncovered something—an iron handle stuck in the ground. He pulled it up, and the trapdoor creaked open, revealing a dark hole below.

I searched for footing, but the ground totally collapsed beneath me. I fell down, down, down – and then abruptly stopped with a thud. My arm ached something fierce, but I was otherwise unharmed. “Piper? Oh my God, are you okay?” Veronica called down. It was unusual to hear such worry in her voice. I opened my eyes and peered up. I had thought this might be sinkhole, but I could see now that while indeed a hole, this one is entirely manmade. It was a trap. The net under my feet gave that away. Someone had dug a hole, strung a net overtop it and then covered the mesh with dirt and leaves to make it look like regular earth.