Tricked Synonym Novels & Stories

My limbs convulsed, my vision went black, and I clawed for help. Alex just sneered. “See, officers? She’s putting on another act. Now you can witness it yourselves.”

Ava looked at her phone, then at the middle distance, then back at him, and in the movement between those three things he could see her deciding something, the particular quality of someone choosing how honest to be with a person they had not yet decided how much to trust. "Sophomore year," she said. "Regional competition. I was leading the squad and I missed a count in the opening sequence and I recovered but I spent the rest of the routine waiting for it to happen again." She paused. "It's the worst feeling. Knowing you know something and not being able to trust that you know it." He nodded slowly. "What fixed it?" "Running it again," she said. "And again. Until the fear got boring." He al

Andrea looked embarrassed and she looked everywhere but me. "How did Mike and Sharon survive without the moonstone?" "Two tiny pieces", Andrea replies playing with her fingers. "Why?. Why did you guys trick me?", I repeat, not noticing how much louder my voice was getting. "It's not like we had a choice!", Andrea says and gets up."We're pretty much outnumbered and if we had told you the truth you would have run away even farther into the woods. Maybe into the Archer's territory" "That's not an excuse!"

As I was still having thoughts in my head, I heard someone spoke, " honey, nobody is going to kill you, you've been watching too many movies..... the voice I recognized as belonging to a female spoke as she struggles to hold another laughter that was trying to break forth,...why would you even think that?" she asked me like she was actually expecting an answer from me. Another voice again spoke, this one was belonging to a young girl "we put a trap to catch a unicorn but instead it traps a wife for Jason," I was not in the right state of mind to actually read meaning to what she just said.

It wasn’t. It was a calculated trap. A bait.

I can't even do anything, at least not with the feeling of being used. "What is up with you, Nala?" he asks. I faked a smile as I respond. "Nothing, Don I am fine," "You can't fool me. I know when your smile isn't real and I don't think I've seen you give me a real smile in a long time," he says like he is actually hurt. "I am fine," I reply, hoping he would just leave me the hell alone. "You can tell me what is bothering you." Really? How do I say I don’t even know what exactly the problem is or that I feel you are using me as a child.

I'm surprised this little shit knows about the probation deal. "If you're done, you can leave. I'll let him know you showed up. Is there a name I need to give him?" I pick at my nails, acting like I don't care. I don't, because there's nothing I've seen, nothing that remotely even supports the venom coming out of his mouth. It's pretty obvious, at least from someone who's been alone a long time, that Trick's been alone too. "G. You can remember it and scream it when he's making you come."

My mind went completely blank for a second, buzzing like it had short‑circuited. I’d been tricked. This whole setup was tailor‑made to trap me.

“Can’t even put my own seatbelt on.” “Ha-ha. You so do believe that’s all I was trying to do. For all you know I could have been trying to steal your wallet. Maybe this whole thing was a ruse to get you to come to Hawaii with me so I could start a new life of crime.” He reaches down and clicks the seatbelt into place. “And this is coming from the person who thought washing dirty money meant actually washing dollar bills with soap and water.” “It’s a very misleading expression.”