Best Rage Bait Lines Novels & Stories

I batted my lashes and replied lightly, "Kiss me, and I'll have the motivation." My words hit Marcus like a lightning bolt. His head snapped up, and the pen ripped a long line across the page. "What?" he exclaimed. A smirk tugged at my lips as I looked at him. "Didn't you ask what you can do to get me going? One kiss, and I'm fully recharged." He froze completely. His eyes darted around, lashes fluttering behind his glasses. He swallowed hard, yet he couldn't get a single word out. The blush spread from his face to his neck.

Hardie raged angrily. "You got the wrong bait, you used Arlington wrongly." I said, and that's clearly the truth. Arlington wasn't suppose to be His' Bait but someone related to Gareth. "How is..." Hardie choked on his words, unsure of what to say. "I defiled her, Lincoln. For the past few weeks, I've been mol*sting her." I was n't surprised though cause I know that was his plan all along, good thing he did not k*ll her.

"I am an Alpha. And she's... what did she call it? Alpha Bait?" I stepped right up to him. "You think this is a joke? You think saying that makes me back off?" Ty held my stare. "Get mad over me saying that and ignore the two hundred other Alphas in the world who'll feel the same way." A towel dropped behind us. Ty turned and smacked the Omega hard. They scrambled across the floor to grab it. I could feel my rage building all over again. If Eve saw this side of him, she'd walk long before her trial week ended.

She asked, her blonde low cut hair stands shining under the lights. “What does that mean?” I asked. Zain tilted jer head, watching me. “Do you want to grab jer hair and pull out some strands or shove her face into the shower. Come on, where’s the old Irene.” Daisy nudged her. “Zee, stop saying stuffs like that. That’s Ragebaiting.” It wasn’t. Only if you allowed it. Smiling, not a forced one, not one that reminded me I had a man that loved me hard.

In fact, she'd even claimed I'd be getting married soon. I grimaced in resignation when I saw what she'd done. So, I immediately sent an emoji and typed, "Our relationship isn't that serious. Don't read too much into it, guys." Mom immediately sent a picture over and retorted, "You're not serious about him? You're not serious about a man that handsome and rich?" Erin immediately chimed in, "Wow, Cassie. Where did you find such a hunk? Do you want me to put him to the test?"

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

I had seen the reactions of multiple women who were furious after being turned away from a prestigious boutique. i had thought it was quite funny but here I was trying to be like them. I wasn’t going to go all out and yell but I would –in the most subtle way possible- make them beg me.

“…they’ll touch it again.” Noah understood immediately. “And when they do…” “We’ll see them.” Dani’s eyes lit up. “You’re talking about a live trace.” “Yes.” “But if we monitor the account directly, we might trigger their fail-safe.” Rae shook her head. “No direct monitoring.” She turned to Noah. “We create bait.” He raised an eyebrow. “What kind of bait?” “The kind that looks like a gift.” Noah stared at the DRIFT logs again. Then something clicked. The attackers had spent months preparing their narrative.

"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.

he spat out, wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes practically burning holes through me. I held my head up high, still feeling the blood on my lips, and met his gaze head-on. “Only if you push me,” I muttered, even though I was terrified. A slow, really unsettling smile spread across his face. “With a guy like him,” he muttered, “if you’re too obvious, he won’t make a move. He saw you, and I’ll bet he liked what he saw. We just need to make him take the bait.” Before I could even think of saying anything back, he lunged at me again, grabbing the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair to keep me from moving away. He pressed his mouth against mine, his ton