Bait Used To Be Believable Novels & Stories

For a second, I thought she will argue and tell me I’d got it all wrong, that it couldn’t be true. But then I saw the change in her face. The way the disbelief faded into something quieter. Ad sadder. Like deep down, part of her already knew, she already knew. That moment when it sank in. The truth hitting her just like it had hit me. “They were using us,” I went on, the words tasting bitter as they left my mouth. “The people we trusted... my own blood they’ve been feeding the rogues everything. Every move, every weakness. They’ve been behind this from the start.”

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.”

"Ellie is the best bait we could ever have. We'll get Elijah's killer soon enough." Bait. They were talking about using me as bait. Oh. Was that why I was brought here? As bait? The rage that had been simmering in my chest since Volkov opened his mouth exploded into a full inferno. They thought I couldn't understand them. They thought they could sit there and discuss my fate like I was some mindless puppet they could manipulate. Maybe this was why they agreed to my request so easily, not to protect me, but to use me. To get my brother's killer, yes, but behind my back?!

But bait could still feed people before the hook caught. That was what made this difficult. Damien had not arrived empty-handed. He never did. He would give just enough truth to make the lie digestible. Food would arrive. Medicine would be real. Children would sleep warm tonight if I allowed it. And after that? After that, he would stage the attack. Rogues in the dark. Screams in the snow. Blood on the tents. Then Damien would return just in time to save what remained.

"You sent a signal, not the money back to the network?" Adrian shook his head. "I sent a signal." The screen zoomed in on a trace moving rapidly through several external servers. Marcus studied the path. "You planted a tracker." Adrian nodded once. "Yes." Elena suddenly understood. "The transfer wasn't the attack it was bait." Adrian turned toward her. "It was bait." Marcus chuckled softly. "You let them believe their plan was working." Adrian folded his arms. ". When they tried to finalize the transaction…" He pointed to the moving signal on the screen.

he asked again. “She’s been informed.” “Good,” Darius said softly. “Let’s see… how far she’s willing to go.” The assistant bowed his head. “Should we tighten surveillance?” Darius shook his head. “No.” He slipped his hands into his pockets. “Sometimes… the most effective bait is the one that looks like an opportunity.” A brief silence followed. “And when they bite…” His gaze sharpened. “…there’s no way back.”