Bait Used To Be Believable Novels & Stories

He carefully arranged himself, shaking the creases from his trousers and smoothing down the front of his shirt, before leaning forward and looking me directly in the eyes. "Because I'm considered and expert in the field of the type of bite you have." "But you aren't an actual, real doctor?" It came out sounding harsher than I intended. "Well, that's certainly blow to my ego." The twinkle in his eyes reassured me I hadn't offended him, thankfully. "I need you to try and listen to what I am going to tell you. It will sound impossible, even crazy but I promise you that everything I'm about to say is the absolute truth. I will never lie to you about this." There was a ring of unquestionable cert

He coldly destroyed her last shred of hope. Then, he turned to me. When he spoke next, he sounded disappointed. “Seriously? You told them that you came from the mountains?” I blinked innocently as I stared at Henry. “Our summer home is located on the mountainside, and I’ve always stayed there. By all definitions, I’m from the mountains.” “You liar!” Joy shot to her feet, pointed at me, and yelled, “You did this on purpose, Ninian! You misled me!”

“His hesitation allowed the militia to catch up with them. One of his men, his right-hand, took a bullet. A permanent injury. And the woman… well, she was used as bait to allow the escape. Pushed from the vehicle, according to the rumors.” “What is ‘bait’, Vati?” August’s innocent voice cut through the heavy silence. “Something you use to attract an animal, August,” I replied, keeping my tone soft. My eyes met Tristan’s. He was staring at me, and for the first time in years, I saw not only hatred, but the deep shame of an exposed secret. “Sometimes you have to sacrifice one piece to save the whole.” Aurora closed her eyes for a second. An almost imperceptible tremor ran through her shoulders

Each point on the map would be bait: small, tasteful, and perfectly placed. Not all bait looks like hunger. The most dangerous bait appears as kindness. She would be tested with small mercies that felt like choices. I would let her win them. I would let her feel accomplished. But each victory would be on my terms. She would believe she had steered her own course. That belief would be what finally undid her.

“Whether you like it or not. You can't hide it from him any longer and if you don't tell him, trust me, I will.” “You have no right to do that, Cathan,” Elias voice shouted. “Absolutely no right.” A quiet pause followed, and then Elias responded, the chill in his voice unmistakable. “He’s not a tool. He’s not some worm we can put on a hook and throw to the fishes. He's not bait.” The word “bait” pierced through me like jagged glass, echoing ominously in my mind. I crept closer, careful not to make any noise, eavesdropping as they remained unaware of my presence.

If the spy had truly taken the bait, then I had just stepped into far more danger than I had anticipated. I had to be careful. Because now, the hunter had become the hunted. The moment had arrived. The plan to trap the spy was set into motion. It had taken days of careful preparation; spreading false information, creating subtle yet believable rumours, and ensuring that just the right whispers made their way into the ears of our enemies. I crafted the perfect illusion; that I had discovered crucial intelligence about the spy network and was now preparing to transport that information to a highly secure location. The bait was set. Now, it was only a matter of time before the spy took the risk

Osiris The word “bait” hits me like a fucking truck, and for a second, I can’t even breathe. My younger brother, the one we all looked after and who never wanted to be part of the pack drama, was used as bait. For what, I can only imagine, but nothing good ever comes out of that word. Bait in the shifter world means one thing — you’re prey. Something to be hunted, tortured, used. “They used you in a fighting ring,” I growl, my voice coming out harsher than I intend, but I can’t help it. The idea of my baby brother being used as fucking bait for a wolf fight makes my blood boil.

He said, and I nodded for him to continue. Kaia was right, even if my mom was out of the picture, the real person would get away with it and come up with something even stronger. "To get the real culprit, we have to throw in a bait." Caleb explained. “Since the spell is going to lead the victim right to the source, we might as well take advantage of it." “I can–" Kaia started and my head snapped to her. As much as she calms me, I swear she was going to be the death of me.

[You seem deep in thought. I stared at him blankly as he sat down on the chair opposite me. “What are you plotting in that evil head of yours?” I chuckled. “YA dumayu, chto nam pridetsya ikh priruchit'.” I told him and he nodded. “We can act vulnerable and unaware. They will definitely strike.”[I think we will have to bait them.] “That’s a good idea. How are we going to do that though?” I didn’t have to think too hard. “Brielle.”