Potter Traps Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I know that but still... I don't know I just felt that it could happen. Think about it, the cameras were all fine but just during that time, they all suddenly broke. Why would it happen all of a sudden? Doesn't it look suspicious to you all?" "I don't think it can happen, it's the boss's place. He is the most powerful man in this country, who do you think would have the guts to mess with him?" Standing from the couch, Lovell looked at the wall painting as he thought of something in his head. "You all, stop talking." "Yes, boss." "Keep searching for her, no matter what she can't escape the prison this time." As soon as he ordered, all of them rushed out of the room while Lovell leaned

She looked at Alexander as if he had grown two heads. “Fuck. The magic ended,” Alexander mumbled to himself. He had to alter Becca’s memory now since she heard about the vampire potion. Alexander realized that she had no idea about the potion and his theory was wrong. He had put her life in danger too as she knew about the existence of the phrase ‘vampire potion’.

That is when she decided to see Ntate Mogoadi. She never realised that the powder Ntate Mogoadi gave her to put in the meat pot was nothing but a spice powder to give a nice taste to the meat. The powder she gave her to spread on the floor before she sweep the floor and the stoop was just a cleaning powder just to remind her to clean the house and her self before and after her husband came home from work. Since that day her marriage was restored. Even her cruel mother in law started to be kind at her since she noticed a bit of change in her, thanks to Ntate Mogoadi.

Swallowing became difficult as the pressure in my throat built. She hadn't given into them when they left her penniless. I needed to know what had caused the change. I needed to know why she'd agreed to this dog-and-pony show, as Patrick called it. "See this?" Patrick asked, pointing to the image. Though it was grainy, I could make out a dirt access road. Deloris and I had noticed it before, but we weren't sure if it was monitored or even accessible. "Yes, do you know if it's monitored?"

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

There definitely must be some inferior motive. Maybe it's just me, but like I said before, I'm having a hard time believing in people nowadays. No matter how I see it, I can't let myself believe he is doing all this out of humanity. Why would he take the risk to free me when he could get him in trouble? At the end of the day, he is involved in illegal stuff and I can easily go to the police and report their names. A part of me still believes that they are trying to trap me and this is all a scheme. Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap.

Caspian pointed at David Poter and asked her, "Is there any elixir that can make this guy unable to speak for a few days, and he can't move at all? "Well, to be exact, making him unable to speak or move or even unable to turn his eyes." "Hiss. Casper Montgomery, you're so evil!" David Poter turned pale with fright. Master Eva Green crossed her arms and said, "Why bother? Just kill him." David Poter was stunned. Tears welled up in his eyes at this moment. This group of people was really terrible. If he had known this would happen, he would not have done this today.

Nature itself seemed to hold its breath, as if expecting the world to unfurl its frozen wings in a dance of vitality once more. "I can't give up, not now," I muttered, as I extracted the final drop of water from its reservoir, cupping it with my finger. Abandoning my vigil would mean hunger for my two younger siblings, a fate I couldn't bear. I'd even promised Cali, the youngest, a feast tonight. But my trap remained empty, despite the encroaching dinner hour. None had succumbed to my meticulously set trap—designed for restraint, not death. In usual circumstances, no creature escaped my snare—jaw-curved, leg-hold traps that usually ensnared coyotes, wolves, lynxes, and even the rare jaguar.

I explained to him. “Sounds good!.” Jason stated. We kept on walking and after a while, we arrived at the outskirts of the hunters camp. We were still some kilometers away from the camp but we could see the buildings. All the buildings are mad of wood. “We need to be careful from here. There will be traps laid out.” Albert said. He brought out the trap detector. The trap director is a small hand device that works just like a mental detector except inside of finding metals, it’s fine trap.

"Is he looking at you?" Calista didn't move. She stared at Aster with a puzzled look but felt she understood what Aster was worried about. "Don't do anything, Calista!" Calista looked around her, searching for where the voice was coming from. She heard the words very clearly. Painful images were often present in her dreams, but she did not know what was happening. "If you do anything, you will die, Calista!" "No!" "What nonsense is this! Go away!" "Haha. I will never leave your life, Calista! I am the shadow of your life!"