Trapped
  • WpView
    Reads 5
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 23, 2025
What Ophelia never expected during her college life was to meet with the surreal one random afternoon. No, especially as Ophelia never truly believed in the surreal and supernatural in the first place. She had always had a good instinct, a sixth sense of some kind.A good asset to have, she often said. 'Save me from some troubles, when I listen to it.Rare, but oh well'. Yet, there was a clear line and distinction between a sixth sense and an encounter with the surreal. The instinct could simply be mere luck, a talent to read good situations, anything. To meet with the surreal was surreal. To meet with an entity on a random Wednesday afternoon in an empty classroom had not to be Ophelia bingo for the year. Nor it was learning that her college main building used to be an old asylum where the patients were treated as harshly and coldly as one might treat a plague, where secrets were kept.
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

  • 𝐸𝐶𝐻𝑂𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝐹  𝑂𝐵𝑆𝐸𝑆𝑆𝐼𝑂�𝑁 | 18+
  • The Tether : Tale of a Restless Soul
  • The Trap (Trapped Prequel)
  • Aaisha....- Professor's Little Student
  • The Journey Of Lost Memories
  • Trouble
  • His pretty professor (mxm)
  • I Alone
  • Midnight Memories
  • Kiss You (Sequel To Summer Love)

​His presence was a command, his gaze a challenge. He took what he wanted, and he didn't apologize for it. He built his empire on ruthlessness, on decisions made without a single flicker of compassion. The word "love" was a foreign concept to him, a vulnerability he had long ago purged from his system. He had never met anyone who could make him question his own power, let alone someone he would sacrifice for. For him, the world was a resource to be exploited, not a place to be protected for someone else's sake. She was defined by her innocence and her childlike wonder. She saw the world not as it was, but as it could be-a place of endless fun and kindness. Her laughter was contagious, her spirit a whirlwind of energy. She approached every person and situation with an honest, open heart, completely unaware of the complexities and cruelties of the adult world. She was a breath of fresh air, a pure soul who had never been cynical, never been hurt, and never lost her childlike joy. Their love story began not with grand gestures, but with the subtle shift in two hearts-one that had never loved, and one that was just learning what it felt like to be loved so completely.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines