Bait Used To Be Believable Novels & Stories

They used me as bait? Closing her eyes she saw the pieces fall into place, they had manipulated her from the beginning, and she had been so naive actually trusting the Police Officers to help them. She really should have known that a man like Miguel would have the local Police Force on his payroll she felt such a fool and she sighed heavily. ‘I should have known, you have always told me never to trust anyone, how many times did you tell me that even the Police can be bought? Caleb stroked her face,

“You play a convincing rat.” Sabatine met his gaze. “It’s not a role I ever wanted.” He looked back at Anton. “But for you, I’ll play any part they need to see.” The trap was now double-spring. The digital phantom had been sampled. Now, the human confirmation—a tragically loyal man turned pragmatic traitor—was offering the full feast. They had played the mole so convincingly the earth itself seemed to believe it. All that was left was to see what manner of predator took the bait.

“What about security footage? Scent trails?” Josylyn shook her head. “Whoever they are, they know the routines. They hit when the patrols change. They mask their scent—chemicals, bleach, even wolf’s bane.” River slammed a fist on the table. “Someone inside is feeding them intel.” The room went silent. I felt Rose stir inside me. Trust no one. Not even your own. “We need to bait them,” I said. “Let out a rumor. A shipment of rare seeds, or a new well. Something they can’t resist. We set the trap, we catch the traitor.”

Nani shakes her head calmly. “We are not getting involved in any scandal,” she says. “And no one needs to know about the arrangement.” She leans forward slightly. “You don’t trust people. That’s fine. But sometimes… you should give people a chance before you judge them.” I stare at the floor for a moment, moving my phone from one hand to another. “First impressions can lie,” She continues slowly. “If we cancel the contract now, she might sell the information just to get money. She could use it to fight for custody or something.”

She did not say a word and was angry at him, even though he had good intentions, the way he conveyed that was horrible. “I thought you loved me and wanted to be with me?” “That was when I thought that someday you would feel the same about me.” “Fair point. When this is all done, I will send you back.” “Do you even have a clue as to who is it?” “We have narrowed it down, but now with the bait, we should be able to get them.” “Bait? I’m the bait?” “Obviously.” “Wait, what if everything does not go according to plan?”

"Isabella, I heard you learned how to fight in prison. Why don't you give Elena a show? If you can make it lie down obediently, you get a hundred grand tonight." "A hundred grand…" I murmured. I stared at the restless beast. Its eyes were bloodshot, a low growl vibrating deep in its throat. This wasn't entertainment; it was a gladiator match. But I couldn't walk away from that money. I took off my jacket, revealing arms mapped with scars and fresh bandages from the ballistic test earlier that afternoon. "Deal." I had barely taken two steps when the Rottweiler went berserk. It broke free of the leashes and lunged at me with a thunderous roar.

I couldn't bear to hear what she would say next. I never thought it would hurt like this. When you give your trust to the person and open your life and heart to them, because you thought they’re genuine to every action; but in the end, they only did that to make sure you bite their bait and, in the end. They will use you, only for their gain.

“Are you getting attached to the merchandise, Bain?” But he didn’t smile. “It’s not even a teasing matter, Gia. I know we have a highly irregular arrangement, and believe me, it is… it’s been pretty weird for me to think about the idea in the beginning, too. But I… it’s not going to be easy for me to do this if you think I’m just—” “Using me. Like merchandise.” I suddenly got what he meant. “I shouldn’t have used that word. I was kidding and I wasn’t thinking, Bain.”

"Push north! Into the thicket!" The hunter standing above me spun around. His flashlight beam darted away from the ravine. "I'm on him!" Heavy boots pounded against the earth, moving rapidly away from my position. The hunters charged blindly into the dark, completely falling for the fake trail. Releasing a slow, shaky breath, I let my head fall back against the mud. It worked. They took the bait.

Luke leaned in to whisper under his breath, "You need better bait for bigger fish. They want details on the boss? Just lure them closer with fake news." "Are you sure that would work?" Simon raised a brow, skeptical but nodded. "Well, that can be arranged, since it's not like I have better ideas…"