Bait Used To Be Believable Novels & Stories

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"Dad can't see you. He's dead." She froze for a moment, then said scornfully, "We've been apart for two years, and your dad is still as scheming as ever. Now, he's even asking you to lie about his death. Just tell me where he is! I don't have time for this!" Milo slowly looked up at Teagan. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Mom, are you here to take me home?" Two years ago, Morgan had deliberately fed Milo peanuts, knowing that he was allergic. I couldn't hold back my anger and punched him.

Not Donald. "Everything, babes. This man is no small billionaire. Do you know his net worth? Do your researches! He had the power, influence and the money." A mixture of amusement and disbelief was laced in her voice. "I don't know what you're doing, girl, you have to hold that bull by it's horn." "I don't know how I knew you, Bail. You used to be a good girl." I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. "You know I was just pretending to be a good girl so I could get a good girl like you as a friend, to help keep me on track." Bailey said.

“Bell the cat?” “Trick him. You remember the tale? The rats fooled the cat into thinking it was some sort of trendy necklace and got the cat to wear it by himself, after all their past attempts had failed woefully. So that’s what we’ll do. We’ll dangle the bait for him, I just pray he takes it.” I pause, and twist my face into a evil smirk. “Or…? I know you have an alternative with that creepy smile crawling out of your face.” He swipes his hand on my cheeks, almost seductively.

"A Behemoth can be lured out of hiding with the right kind of bait. And once it's out in the open, it's vulnerable. You can capture it, contain it, and destroy it." I felt a glimmer of hope at Mr. James' words. Could it really be that simple? Could we really catch and destroy this monster with just a little bit of bait? "But what kind of bait?" I asked, feeling eager to get started. "There are a few options," said Mr. James. "You could try using something that emits a certain scent, for example. Or you could use a decoy - something that looks and sounds like what the Behemoth likes to hunt. Either way, it will be dangerous. You need to be careful, and you need to be prepared."

We were just hoping Aaron wouldn’t strike first, because from what I heard on the street, he was aware that we were plotting something. “Son, what product do you think we should use as bait?” my father asked me. He took his reading glasses off and took a sip of his coffee. “I was thinking about illegal firearms, but Aaron seems to have a special interest in human trafficking. Of course, we wouldn’t use actual people. But the deal has to sound good to attract this scum.”

"Do you know how impressive the 'Bait Talks' were? Liesel crushed Dash Rayden on her own and secured that piece of land for two billion dollars less than the asking price, shocking both the business and financial circles abroad! "Do you know why that incident is known as the 'Bait Talks'? It was because that discussion had been a trap set up by the business circle overseas. Their motive had been to humiliate Draskia.

I asked. She went on to talk about how my dad was planning with Dax to lure me into some kind of trap. “I overheard him talking with someone about how he was going to use him as bait and lure you to somewhere,“ she said. “Lure me? Who is going to be the bait?” I asked her. “The person he was talking with, he said the person would be the bait, and you can do anything for that person,” she responded.

"This was a trap." "Obviously." He steps into the office. The hunters don't move. Perfectly trained. "Though I'm impressed you came. Most people would recognize bait this obvious." "Most people aren't desperate." "True." He gestures at the documents. "Everything here is real, by the way. Those are genuine trafficking records, actual murder contracts, authentic blackmail files. I wanted you to find real evidence." "Why?" "Because real evidence makes better bait." He sits on the desk edge. "Fake documents, you'd suspect immediately. Real evidence? You'd spend precious time verifying authenticity. Time I needed to seal the exits."

How I’d told her we’d stop this, someday we’d be free. "I don't know," I admitted. “I don’t even know what I want anymore except for you to be safe.” Celine looked at Chen, and I saw resolution hardening in her face. "What if we don't hide? Why not smoke him out instead? So they were, in essence, setting themselves up as bait under controlled conditions." “No way,” Chen responded immediately and firmly. “It’s suicide to use yourself as bait. It’s not even a plan, it’s just wish you’re lucky.”