Netsuzou Trap Ending Novels & Stories

Theodore We sneak to the part of the chain link fence where we last saw Susan. We stare at the fence for a few minutes before Brayden notices that a section at the bottom is a bit curled. Susan didn't get the trap door closed all the way. Thank the Gods because if she had, we may never have found it. I am blown away that this is even here and extremely curious about who is responsible for creating it.

the elder man angrily demanded of Gilbert. *** TWO WEEKS LATER "Go ahead and eat," Corbin said to me. It has been two weeks since we were saved by Corbin's team - thanks to the necklace JL gave. Cleo noticed the glimmer it emitted back then, which turned out to be a tracker placed behind the rock. I shook my head. "I have no appetite." Corbin sighed. "If I could trade places with him right now, I would. So you wouldn't have to suffer like this."

If she couldn't pay it off, those people would come straight to her doorstep. For a moment, she didn't know what to do. Just then, her phone rang. Shania answered the call. "How does it feel to be cornered, Mrs. Xandor? Did you really think you could take Four Seasons Incorporated? Do you actually think you have what it takes?" Quinn's voice came through the phone. Shania instantly had a sinking feeling in her chest when she heard Quinn's voice. "This was all your trap?" Shania asked through gritted teeth.

He chose a rose; I opted for a distant mountain. He promised that once everything settled, he would take me back home to marry me and ensure a peaceful life together. Unfortunately, he went missing shortly after making that vow. "What's this?" Luna ripped open my long sleeve, a sly grin spreading across her face. "You little tramp! You're trying to seduce someone, and it's pretty low. Let's just take it out!" "No!" I shouted in panic, my heart racing. This was the only link I had left to Clint. It was my reason to endure each day on this desolate island.

Just enemies, allies of convenience, and a husband I couldn't trust. Six weeks. I called my brother Luca. "We need to talk. Tonight." "Elena, it's midnight—" "Tonight. Your place. Tell no one." I hung up, hailed a cab, and didn't look back at the restaurant. Somewhere behind me, in that soundproofed room, Dante Moretti was learning the same lesson I'd just accepted: trust was currency in our world, and we were both bankrupt.

Before I could finish speaking, a shadow fell beside me, carrying that familiar cold woody scent. At some point, Oliver had appeared next to me. He wore another perfectly tailored dark suit, his expression noticeably displeased. I stiffly looked up, instinctively searching for help. Sensing danger immediately, Tracy abandoned me without hesitation and disappeared. "Traitor." Forced into eye contact with Oliver, I let out an awkward laugh. "Morning, Mr. Holden." One hand tucked into his pocket, Oliver reached the other behind me and braced it against the counter as he leaned closer.

Scarlet finally concedes, her voice tinged with resignation. The room hangs heavy with tension as the pivotal moment approaches, where the USB drive holding the incriminating video may change hands. Tristan and Elizabeth stand united, their determination unwavering as they prepare to confront the truth and take control of their own destinies. Scarlet retreats to her washroom momentarily, emerging with the flash drive in hand. She approaches Tristan and hands it over to him, her actions conveying a sense of resignation. Tristan's sneer deepens as he looks at his sister, his disappointment evident in his voice.

I whispered. Kieran’s expression shifted. “What?” “They’ve been here, " I said. Silence. Heavy. Impossible. “That’s not possible, " Kieran said. “It is " I replied. My heart started racing “They left something behind.” Ethan moved closer to me. “What kind of thing?" he asked. I gulped. My eyes were fixed on the screen. Suddenly it all made sense. “It’s a trap " I said. The lights flickered on and off. First once.

The twine pulls taut, catching them mid-stride. Some witches are sent flying, slamming onto their backs. Some hit the twine and crumple to their knees, wind knocked out of them. And some literally bounce backward. All of them die quickly—neck snap, blow to the temple, or a chop to the skull. No blood. No time for clean-up. Each time, I reset the trap and wait for the next. Citra, Jaiden, and Hawk finish about 30 minutes later, thanks to Hawk’s prep work.

He looked around to see ropes being pulled out of the ground and realized what it was a second late. “It’s a trap, cmon, get up.” Grabbing Valencia’s hand, he pulled her upwards but the large net pulled itself together and began ascending in the air before they could run. The net closed itself on the top, smashing them into each other once again. The rope was thick but not so thick that it couldn't be torn apart by the werewolf claws. “Ow..” Valencia muttered as they bumped into each other, the trap swaying as it rose high in the air.