Ntr Trap Novels & Stories

"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."

Three days before college started, my enrollment papers were destroyed, and my acceptance letter vanished. I lost it. "Didn't I tell you not to touch my stuff? You ruined everything I've worked for!" Brenda, my mother, acted offended. "I was just cleaning up for you. "I never went to college. How was I supposed to know those papers mattered so much?" My half sister, Kelsey Walker, scoffed from the couch. "Sucks for you. You should've kept them somewhere safe. Just take a gap year and apply again next fall." I did. But the pressure became too much. My mental health spiraled, and I eventually overdosed. Then I opened my eyes again. It was five days before college started. This time, I

So she built a trap. Not some crude, garish thing, not the kind that leaves bodies in the street or headlines in the newsfeeds. The good traps are quiet, almost invisible. They are the kind that slip into rooms on soft feet and rearrange your world before you can draw a breath. Nyxara’s trap was a whisper, not a scream.

Opening the tap of wash basin he pressed the green icon calling the man. He was being this careful because when he came back to his apartment he went into washroom to tend to his injuries. He had another phone through which he communicate with his other master. And when he unlocked it his eyes widened in surprise than narrowed in realization. He had special system planted just beside his door as soon as someone enter his house a message was immediately send to his other phone informing of someone getting inside with time. As his eyes fell on the time he was sure it was one of Adriano's trap as the time was same around when he was being interrogated by him. Gulping down he quickly hid the cel

He looked Nathan in the eyes and said, “I swear to you that I am not lying. I do not know Christine’s character, so I cannot guess what she is capable of. Is it possible, though, that the trap was triggered by accident? Or perhaps there was a mechanical malfunction. The trap is old, so that is not outside the realm of possibilities. You should have the matter investigated before you start pointing fingers at people that you love and trust...” Nathan nodded and said, “You are right. I am sorry, old friend, for jumping to conclusions.” He turned to Christine. “Of course, my apology extends to you as well. However, if it turns out that either of you was responsible for triggering this death tra

He stood behind me and leaned his head closer to my right ear. "Then... should I take all of it back?" He whispered slowly to me. My hands started to tremble. I felt trapped. I didn't like being in this position, yet I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to be homeless. If Niel did take away all the things he had given to me before, I would surely be a beggar on the street and I won't have a chance to change my future. I was highly mortified by the thought.

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.