Saw Every Trap Novels & Stories

Mom stood by the dining table, looking a bit awkward and uncomfortable, facing a beaming Elena and a proud Connor. Connor, as usual, was telling Mom to get more food for Elena, to adjust her seat. In that instant, all the hurt, anger, and despair that had been building up inside me erupted like a volcano. I gathered every single trinket, piece of clothing, and piece of jewelry Connor had given me in the name of being "mates" over the past six years, and without a second thought, I dumped them all into the trash can in the corner of my room. The moment the trash can lid toppled over because it was too full, Elena appeared in my doorway like a ghost.

Something heavy, unnatural. I obeyed instinctively, pivoting slightly to the left. Dorian and Bryan mirrored my movement without question, their trust absolute. A trap lay ahead—a snare woven between two trees, nearly invisible, designed to catch a foot or an ankle. The cord was taut, ready to tighten. I exhaled, fingers brushing against the Warrior’s tether in my mind, acknowledging the warning. I signaled with a flick of my wrist. Dorian leaped over the trap, Bryan rolled to the side, and I passed through, heart hammering, but unscathed.

“I take it you’re pretty familiar with sabotages?” Zayn nodded, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. I grinned. “Good. We’re going to need to set a few traps. And you’re going to help.”

And just like that— The trap snapped shut.

Kyle tried his best not to get distracted as he maneuvered the stirring wheel. However, he lost control of himself when his mobile phone began ringing. That's when he also realized that a huge truck was coming on his way. SCREECH--! He was lucky that he stepped on the brake just in time before he collided with a container van which he almost bumped into when his eyes darted on his phone screen. Seeing that he received a call from an unfamiliar number just a couple of minutes after he left the building, he panicked for a moment. However, since he was determined to meet Anton Stanford even if it drove Ashley mad, he collected himself quickly and answered his ringing mobile phone.

he told her as he led her to the living area. Meanwhile, back on the road, Violet, her husband and the getaway driver made their escape. They had been driving for at least forty minutes when they came upon a police blockade at an intersection. "What the hell is this, Tommy?” Violet shouted at the driver from the back seat. She was too busy salivating over the briefcase filled with money to notice what was happening. She desisted from rubbing her palm over the money and closed the case. "It looks like a trap," Tommy gave out as he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that they were being followed by three police cars.

Locking eyes with him, I mutter, "Let me show you how a real gun works." "N-no!" I pull the trigger and watch as the light in his eyes is instantly snuffed out. "Feeling better?" Lucio asks. I shrug. "A little." Then I grin at him. "It was fun watching the weapon explode in his hand, though. I'll take today as a win." Not bothering the other men, Lucio and I walk out of the warehouse. I climb into the passenger seat of our SUV while Lucio slides behind the steering wheel.

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."

The sound of the water provided a gentle cover for her sorrow. As she turned off the faucet, Shanaya wrapped the towel around her frame and faced the mirror. With her palm, she wiped away the fog on the mirror, revealing her reflection. Her swollen, red eyes stood as evidence of her tears, while her red nose and exhausted face showcased the toll her emotions had taken. In that moment, the mirror became a cruel reminder of her misery, reflecting back the pain and anguish she felt deep within.

I asked quickly, my breathing quickening. “I….Yes, I believe so. I’m…” He said uneasily, "I'm not sure." “Damm it! Play it and see! There’s the VCR over there,” I said impatiently. He looked hesitant. “Thomas! You have to trust me! I am your wife! I would not betray you. We are in this together!” I half-shouted and half cajoled. Without another word, Thomas plugged in a tape and turned the VCR up. The images immediately came on the screen. It was all there in the tapes.