Trespasses Novels & Stories

She stealthily walked to the sofa and got her phone then turned to leave. Ahhh! Mmmm.... Fortune suddenly heard weird sounds that seemed to have come from one of the rooms. Could it be that Alex is at home? fortune abruptly shook her head denying this idea. If he was at home, he would have opened the door. But who could it be? fortune thought to herself and walked in the direction where the sounds were being heard. As she headed closer, she could tell that it was two people making love in the room..this was Alex's room. Fortune's hand subconsciously trembled, she had a bad premonition that what she was going to see next would tear her heart into shreds. Fortune shook her head, no it can't be

Of course, although she was elated while picking up the crystal shards and thinking about how much money she could fetch with it, there was still a bigger problem present and that was having no knowledge at the world she transmigrated to. "Whatever. Staying here won't do me any good." If she decided to stay, before she could get a glimpse of the world outside this place, she would die of starvation. Aside from the stone bed and crystal shards, there was nothing else there, ah! Having made her decision to go out, she walked in the direction where a path towards the unknown lies. 'This should be the exit.' The way towards the exit was very long and isn't very wide. Just like the room she was i

I asked in a whisper of a breath so I didn’t crack in half from the pain. He knew what I meant, and gave me a sympathetic smile before dealing my fate. “Indefinitely. You’ll be on the medication until we get you going with some serious trauma therapy. This episode, this ‘parataxic distortion’ you experienced, it will come back. It always does until it’s dealt with. But with how fragile you are right now, we have to wait until you can handle it because it will dig at your core and bring up all sorts of nasty memories you’ve suppressed and buried for years.” Just say it…say the word… Broken. A step away from being institutionalized.

She picked up the call, wondering why she called earlier than she was supposed to. "Hello Amanda, I haven't gotten any…" Prisca said but was cut off by the alarming tone of Amanda's voice. "Hello Babe, where are you?" Amanda asked, her voice resonating loudly in Prisca's car. "I'm stuck in this traffic here. What's the problem? Why are you sounding like this?" Prisca asked. "It's this video" "What video?" "Of you and Clem in bed?" "What? How? I don't understand"

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.

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey

I became a stalker for several days and nights just to know what Maddix Villaranza does every night and day. Maddix Villaranza—that is his name. He is 27 years old and loves going to a bar at night; this is the reason why I dressed like this. I'm going to a bar that I know he's going to tonight. I also heard that he doesn't trust anyone and that it's hard to get his trust, so I'm sure I'll have a hard time winning his heart and trust, but even so, I'll do everything to win it. No one can stop me from getting my revenge on that fvcking CEO of VICL.

Trinity's POV Terror crashed over me like a freezing wave, stealing the breath from my lungs and making my entire body tremble. The snarls were getting closer, echoing off the high hedges that now felt more like prison walls than beautiful landscaping. Seven rogues who had somehow infiltrated one of the most secure pack territories in the region. Am I actually cursed? The thought struck me with devastating clarity as I pressed my back against the marble bench, my eyes darting wildly around the garden for any possible escape route.

Instead, the one teetering on the edge of purgatory was my love, the amazing woman, the one who owned me heart and soul. Without her, I was in hell. “Fifteen minutes,” I said aloud. “Sir?” “That’s what Patrick had said. He said it was a fifteen-minute walk from the manor to this road.” Isaac shook his head. “She’s not walking. She’s running.” My throat clenched and eyes narrowed as I scanned the horizon. Fog played tricks, erasing images and creating others. And then it happened. The crickets and cicadas stopped their songs. The frogs became silenced and birds stilled on the branches above. Even the breeze forgot to blow.

Something heavy, unnatural. I obeyed instinctively, pivoting slightly to the left. Dorian and Bryan mirrored my movement without question, their trust absolute. A trap lay ahead—a snare woven between two trees, nearly invisible, designed to catch a foot or an ankle. The cord was taut, ready to tighten. I exhaled, fingers brushing against the Warrior’s tether in my mind, acknowledging the warning. I signaled with a flick of my wrist. Dorian leaped over the trap, Bryan rolled to the side, and I passed through, heart hammering, but unscathed.