Saw Every Trap Novels & Stories

The trap director is a small hand device that works just like a mental detector except inside of finding metals, it’s fine trap. Albert started to use the trap detector in other to make sure that we don’t step on any trap. We were able to successfully dough a lot of traps. We moved closer and hid behind a bush in a close range from the hunters camp. There were alot of wooden cabin all over the place. There were also a few men guarding the place. “So now that we are here, what’s the plan?.” Jason asked. “We need to survey the area and discover an opening. We will wait until their guard is lose. We can bomb the whole camp with tear gas then and carry out our operation smoothly.” I explained th

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

"And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..." Athena detached from him and ran towards the boat, shouting happily. "Hurry up, babe! Show me what you got!" Terrence watched his wife, smiling as he thought. 'From the moment that my eyes fell on you, I have known that you are mine, Athena Stanford Adams. Even if you became Zenith Monroe, you are still bound to be mine...' *** THE END *** Kindly leave you reviews please.

If I was being honest, I had to admit that the fact that my second chance mate was a rogue was not sitting well with me. The bathroom door opened, and I saw Lena jump in fright when she saw me sitting on the bed. I had to admit that seeing the fear in her eyes was getting harder to bear each time I saw it. It was as though she believed I was going to hurt her the same way that she had claimed her father and brother and former pack members had.

"The one damn fucking teacher who had it out for everyone to fail them?" "Yeah, him. Well, there was a group of four of us, we were the smarter kids in the class, and we were barely above average in his class. No matter how many times we fought him, we'd lose, and I swear our grades would go down. Well, we might have hacked his computer system to get the answers to the file. Roger, one of the guys, was a programming nerd and was able to cover his tracks. Mr. Malcom couldn't figure out how the hell we passed but I felt so guilty afterward. Everyone was so proud of me for passing." "And you didn’t say anything?"

Stephan and Marius, the villager recruits were helping guide the others through the landscape, thouhh big brawny men, their wolves were sleek, tawny-coloured precision killers. We found several traps too, shattered glass strips, the feared bamboo spear trap. hardly five minutes went by without a trip wire being spotted. /Beware some may be out on patrol/ Kohl issued across the mind link. /I hear something/ /Shit a trap/ /Who is in a trap?/ the voice of Jackson barked. /Kharkov, round the south end of the compound/ /I’m coming hold tight/ Jackson replied shutting off the link.

“To anyone.” Kael and Sarafina exchanged a quick glance. Then Kael shrugged. “Alright. I promise.” Sarafina nodded. “Me too.” I held their gaze for a second longer, making sure. Then I spoke. “When I came back last night,” I said slowly, “to free him… I triggered a trap.” Their expressions shifted immediately. “What kind of trap?” Kael asked. “One set by his father,” I replied. “Designed for… things like us.”

Step three. A loud snap cracked through the forest. A steel trap slammed shut around the stick. The warriors jumped back. Darian whistled. “Well. That’s unpleasant.” Lian stared at the trap with wide eyes. “That would have taken my leg.” “Yes,” Mira said quietly. She knelt beside the trap and opened it carefully. “You see now.” Rowan crouched nearby. “They set this inside our forest.” “Yes.” “Bold.” “Desperate.” I studied the ground again.

Dean roared in approval as I pushed him closer to the trap. The rogue’s foot brushed the edge of the mechanism, and I seized the opportunity and shoved him into the center of the trap. The steel jaws snapped shut with a deafening clang, locking around his leg. The hunter howled in pain, thrashing against the restraint, but it held fast. A net covered in wolf's bane mixed with wolf’s pit fell on top of him and he screamed.

Supposedly. Eric replayed the footage again. His eyes narrowed. “No.” The word was quiet. Certain. “No, you didn't die that easily.” He reached for the remote. The news footage changed. CONVICTED KILLER LOTTIE SMITH DEAD IN PRISON FIRE. Then came the images. Smoke. Fire trucks. A ruined prison wing. Seventeen dead prisoners. A burned body identified through an identification bracelet. Eric watched without blinking. A slow, humorless smile appeared on his face.