Ntr Trap Novels & Stories

"What's going on? What's that place with the blinking red dot?" Axel instructed Tyler, "Get on your laptop and start tracking!" Tyler swiftly took his place in front of the laptop, typing away. However, the red dot disappeared from the map, possibly due to Tyler's delayed response, leading him to express his frustration, "Darnit! I lost it again!" Kenny was bewildered. "What's happening?" Axel sighed and turned to Kenny, explaining, "Daddy's company's firewall has been repeatedly attacked, and the intentions of the other party are still unclear. But it's certainly provocative."

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."

What did he want? Did he want money, or… And how did he even get my number? Terrified, I gripped my phone tighter. Another text notification came in. Shuddering, I glanced at the screen. What I saw scared me even more. His text said, "Walking around naked with your window open? Naughty." I looked up in shock. The window beside the bathroom was open. The curtains fluttered slightly in the wind. I rushed over and closed the window. Then I drew the curtains tightly.

“Nice to meet you too, Lionel. Do you know the Sumner tunnels well?” The driver flicked a glance over his shoulder and nodded once just as the cars on either side of us braked, leaving us no choice but to plunge into those very tunnels. A clever move. It’d be easy for them to control the two lane, one way traffic and there was no danger of some police helicopter or local news channel spotting something it shouldn’t. “This is trap.” Natasha said coldly. “No shit.” Irina’s phone rang and she picked up. “I’m fine.” She said without preamble before putting the phone on speaker.

"A company is not a family, and a boss is not a parent. Employees and employers have a contractual relationship. Money is part of that contract; perks are icing on the cake. Don't let 'warmth' hijack your interests, and don't let 'thoughtfulness' disguise greed." "And Polly?" One reporter pressed. "Have you forgiven her?" I paused for a moment. "She paid the price," I said. I got into the car. My assistant handed me a tablet. "Mr. Bassett, the stock has risen fifteen percent. The board sent congratulations. Also, look at this." It was the social media trends list. [The Truth Behind the Cherry Trap] [Midea Tech Corporate Espionage] [What Happened to Those Employees Who Wanted Cherries?] [Apol

Myra's tactics were still as old and pathetic as ever. Every company had its underground gossip circles, especially a corporation this massive. Ours even had its own anonymous gossip forum. And currently, the top trending post read, [Legal Department's Claire Knowingly Got Involved With a Taken Man!] The comments underneath had already passed 200. I stormed straight toward Myra and snatched her phone out of her hands, then immediately started recording the unfinished post she was still editing. Myra lunged to grab it back, but Tracy quickly restrained her from behind.

But another two were already standing there blocking my way. My eyes widened as my hands curled into fists. No, no, no! This isn't happening! What should I do now? When I tried to pass them, they pushed me back. "Let me go!" I hissed. They didn't leave then, they knew I was here. They were waiting for me to come out. They set a trap for me and I got stuck in that. One of the guards before me smirked. "We'll. But to the heavens, not anywhere else."

Then everything locked into place, like cursed puzzle pieces finally falling where they belonged. The fake fire alarm. The perfect distraction. Tessa’s disappearance. Not just Charles. Both of them. One to distract. One to strike. Two raptors hunting together. A setup. All of it had been a carefully built trap. “No,” Nathan rasped, then his anger exploded. “No.” He slammed his fist onto the hood of the nearest patrol car. Metal shuddered. Pain burst across his knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the fire tearing through him inside.

My body started heating up again. Mabel was still talking about her achievements during this trip. I responded absent-mindedly; she seemed to notice this on the other end of the line. So, she concluded, "You'll know what a prize I've found when we get back to work on Monday." After hanging up, my mind was overwhelmed by thoughts of the roses and the odd sensation Jeremy had made me feel. I patted my cheeks and told myself to calm down. … My business trip lasted another two days. Throughout that time, I attended various gatherings and seriously kept an eye out for potential streamers. Finally, I discovered one who looked like he would do well.

**ATTENTION, ATTENTION, this is an emergency broadcast. Repeat an emergency broadcast. A severe blizzard is coming this way, remain indoors, this will bring several feet of snow and have severe wind blasts. Repeat, this is an emergency broadcast.** Jay turned off the radio and looked at his girlfriend who was freaking out, her nails in her mouth. His head turned and he looked at his best friend for well over 25 years. Jake returned Jay’s look and Jake started to shake his head. Being friends for that long, Jake could read his friend and Jay stood up.