Tricked Synonym Novels & Stories

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.

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o

Alex mumbled in a deep cold voice. "Okay, okay," I uttered in resignation. "Good girl. By the way, who's Mr. Tricked?" He asked with a sound of mockery in his tone.

I know he’s the right person to fill that void for Freya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone again. I trusted Anton when we were younger, but every time I called him, he was at a club or party where tons of women were in the background, causing me to worry, so I broke up with him. He swears he was faithful to me the entire time, and I want to believe him, but there’s a voice in the back of my mind that doubts him. I married Lincoln, believing that he truly loved me and would be faithful, only to find out how foolish I was.

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."

“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.”

But I was a little too late in choosing my words. There was a long pause from the other end of the phone. “Alan, is that what you’re thinking?” What? “What?” “Oh, my god.” She paused again, “Is that what you thought I meant?” “About what?” “Alan,” She groaned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. When I said I wasn’t trained for lying, I wasn’t trying to throw shade at you. I literally meant that I suck at lying. I said it because I wished I were good at it because it wouldn’t have landed us in this problem in the first place. Not because I wanted to remind you of your deceiving me. I would never do that.”

Vada noticed how Karen flinched when the crowd cleared a path to make way for the man behind the voice. "Oh no, that's Jeff Harold, the poker fingered lord." she whispered to Vada who will be risking her money for the game. "I don't understand those terms Karen, explain." Vada whispered as she scrutinized the so-called poker fingered dude that got the once proud Karen to whimper like a freezing puppy, he was sitting down comfortably as he had three lady whores at his disposal, one massaging his shoulders while the other was kneeling between his thighs, giving him a blow job and the last was counting his money and dusting his draught pieces. He had a dim looking eyes, obviously getting to his

I played with them for a moment and then came to a halt. “ Big Brother, stop,” I said. “ Eh? Why?” he asked, observing the thick pile of dried leaves. “ This is a trap. See these dried leaves?” I poked at them, causing a few leaves to fall and reveal a tiny hole. “ It's a hunter's pitfall, so we need to be careful of our surroundings.” He nodded in understanding and continued walking, now sidestepping the trap.