Trapped (H. S.)

Trapped (H. S.)

  • WpView
    Reads 1,317
  • WpVote
    Votes 134
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing19m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 17, 2015
Kao novu formu ropstva, jedan čovek je došao na ideju da stavlja barkodove na mlade devojke koje su pokupili sa ulice i da ih prodaju. Šta se desi kada predvodnik jedne od takvih organizacija postane pohlepan i zadrži jednu jednu za sebe? Želim da pojasnim par BITNIH stvari: -Ja sam na ovu ideju došla sa jednom devojkom iz Engleske i sarađivale smo zajedno i pisale priču, ali onda mi se wattpad profil ugasio i nisam mogla da otvaram wattpad profile dugo vremena. Kada sam ga otvorila ponovo, videla sam da je ta devojka našu ideju objavila i sve zasluge prebacila na sebe. Onda sam i ja odlučila da isto uradim samo na srpskom. Naravno da ne bi ispalo kao krađa promenila sam tok priče, ali prva četiri dela su ostala ista.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • PULSE [H.S]
  • Fine Line
  • 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 // 𝐇.𝐒.
  • The Styles Mansion [h.s]
  • Enemies with Benefits (Harry Styles)
  • Harry Styles: Essential Harry Styles Fanfic Reads {Vol.1}
  • Spotlight |h.s|
  • I Work For One Direction
  • I fell in love with my dads boss! |h.s.|

[COMPLETED] Kizalyn Reeves has fiercely fought to establish stability after a turbulent upbringing. While opening her tattoo parlor offered hope, an abusive relationship cast a shadow over her newfound independence. Determined to defend herself, she turns to boxing at Knockout Arena, only to encounter an arrogant instructor. Despite his hot-tempered attitude, she finds herself drawn to his circle of friends. However, a late-night visit uncovers the gym's sinister secrets, plunging Kizalyn into a dangerous world she didn't know existed. Her world is shattered by a single gunshot, forcing her to place trust in an unlikely ally-the very person that pulled the trigger. -- "115," he says, his breath hitting my face. I stammer, "What?" "That's how high your pulse is right now," he says as he presses his body further against mine, closing any gap that existed between us. His thumb grazes over my lips, his eyes dark. His hands are off of me abruptly, and he walks away, heading for the stairs. I stare after him, unable to move from my position against the wall. He looks back at me, a coy smirk forming on his face. He says, "I'm dying to find out how high I can make it go." -- **WARNING This story contains heavy use of violence, drug abuse, domestic abuse, sexual content, drug addiction, and illegal activities. Read at your own discretion. Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story share names with famous individuals, but they are entirely fictional and do not represent or depict any real-life personalities.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines