A Trap Novels & Stories

Our devil’s trap held firm, and the demon quickly lost its temper. “How did you manage to get it over here?” My Dad asked conversationally, purposefully ignoring the writhing demon stood on the wet grass. We’d had to set the trap up somewhere it could be hidden, and a dewy verge covered in decaying leaf mulch had proven to be the perfect spot. The trap consisted of a large wooden bowl-like structure, inscribed with sigils and words of power in a large spiral. When the demon walked over it, it would hold him firm. Unless the seal was broken, it would be trapped for eternity.

Well, anyone except me. I look up, trying to see where the moonlight is so I can get a better look at the trap. “Okay, big guy, are you able to move to your right a bit? I need the moonlight to help me see how I can spring this trap and set you free.” He moves to his right, keeping an eye on me as I carefully look over the trap. “Nasty piece of work,” I mumble to myself. “Stupid idiots doing this to each other.”

"A company is not a family, and a boss is not a parent. Employees and employers have a contractual relationship. Money is part of that contract; perks are icing on the cake. Don't let 'warmth' hijack your interests, and don't let 'thoughtfulness' disguise greed." "And Polly?" One reporter pressed. "Have you forgiven her?" I paused for a moment. "She paid the price," I said. I got into the car. My assistant handed me a tablet. "Mr. Bassett, the stock has risen fifteen percent. The board sent congratulations. Also, look at this." It was the social media trends list. [The Truth Behind the Cherry Trap] [Midea Tech Corporate Espionage] [What Happened to Those Employees Who Wanted Cherries?] [Apol

Not believing Leon's words. "Really! Yes, although I actually used a few tricks and traps!" Leon said without hesitation. "Tricks?" Niko shook her head as she heard Leon's words that made her wince. "Uhm, I kept her by my side!" Leon said confidently again, not caring about Nisa's feelings at the moment. "Leaving her by your side, what's that expression? You're completely crazy, you're straight ...." Niko didn't continue speaking, just pantomimed putting her palms together and stomping. Just like someone pumping something with their hands.

I could see rats running by me. The man who was dragging me along looked familiar. It was the man who had whistled while ignoring my plea for help on the bus. He was part of the gang. He turned and glanced at me. Malice overflowed from his slanted eyes. Then, he tossed me into a room haphazardly like I was nothing but a bag of trash. There was a sturdy door outside the bars. The door was even chained shut with chains that were almost as thick as my wrists.

I am trapped by my own worlds and thoughts and it is so hard to break free as I was being trapped in a literal way. Once again, I am trapped into the unknown.

Maya held a file, quietly reading off my information. “Track athlete, consistent gym activity, no major illnesses. Excellent physical condition.” Her tone was disturbingly calm. Finally, I understood. They had never been ordinary landlords. The low rent, the preference for strong men, the constant meals, the late-night scares, the fake kindness—it had all been a trap, carefully planned step by step. Their real goal wasn’t renting a room. They were hunting for healthy, isolated, low-profile young men. I trembled and struggled with all my strength.

Shanaya was on the college campus, sitting with her other friends and laughing at the jokes they were cracking. "Laugh as much as you want because your doom is on its way coming near you" Avyaansh smirked thinking about the trap he planned for her. "You are my trump card, Shanaya" he leaned back on his chair. His voice was void of any emotions and that smirk never left his face. ********** Meanwhile at Singhania heights;

I excuse myself and pick it up. "Boss, it's done. He fell into the trap." He announced. "Fuck! I know he was going to do something drastic. Text me the location, I will be on my way now." I said. "Roger that, boss." He answered and I hang up the call.

“No sir it can't be a trap move; therefore, no one codes for trap moves." “Can you explain all this to me?” The senior officer found it difficult to believe Mark so he sought his own reassurance first. “This coding was very simple but Adam made it very complex in an innovative way. Just like number 1 for A and number 2 for B.” Mark explained everything on a piece of paper. “What do you think Adam would do with this kid coding?” That officer laughed uncontrollably.