Straight Bait Novels & Stories

After being exposed to paraquat, my internal organs felt as though they were being torn apart. I looked at the family in front of me with detest. The pain in my body made it impossible for me to stand up. "Haha, Mom, she looks like she is dying." Jessie Charles' son pointed at me and laughed, while Raymond Lockhart stroked the little boy's head and spoke lovingly, "Yes, she deserves it. She is a bad person. She stays in our house and refuses to leave."

His gaze pinned me like a butterfly on a specimen board. "Don't play dumb," he said, his voice smooth as silk but laced with a venom that made my skin crawl. "I'm not offering you a gift. I'm offering you a way out." He repeated the question, his tone dripping with disdain. "How much do you want to leave Josh?" The silence that followed was suffocating, his words seeped into my bones like ice water, making my hands shake and my heart stutter. He wasn't making an offer; he was bribing me, buying me off.

My breathing has long steadied, but the adrenaline still lingers under my skin. “This is my observation,” the instructor says. “You all fight as you live.” Her gaze moves deliberately. “Ashbourne dominates to measure resistance.” “Vale waits for vulnerability.” “Han seeks efficiency.” “Whitford seeks disruption.” “Hartley enforces structure.” “Marlowe just performs.” “Briar adapts when cornered.” Then silence. “You will unlearn parts of this.” A pause. “Because your enemy will not fight predictably.” Enemy. The word lands heavier than expected.

Cold sweat drenched my body as pain tore through me, but I still forced a stiff, broken smile. "Don Santoro," I said hoarsely. "Are you satisfied? If so, pay up." That sentence snapped his last thread of control.

Hardie raged angrily. "You got the wrong bait, you used Arlington wrongly." I said, and that's clearly the truth. Arlington wasn't suppose to be His' Bait but someone related to Gareth. "How is..." Hardie choked on his words, unsure of what to say. "I defiled her, Lincoln. For the past few weeks, I've been mol*sting her." I was n't surprised though cause I know that was his plan all along, good thing he did not k*ll her.

“Now. Come. I’ve got him talking.” The taller one stepped forward. “You came alone?” “I look like I brought a damn army?” He smirked. “No. You look like bait.” My spine snapped tight. “What did you say?” “Bait,” he repeated. “Cute. Brave. But bait.” The short one pulled a gun from his coat. Smooth. Silent. I didn’t scream. “Okay,” I said. “Okay. So this isn’t a meet-up, it’s a trap.” “Smart girl,” the short one said.

Never ours. We hadn’t baited him. He had baited us. And I realized, too late, that Madison had been right. --- “Ian,” I hissed, low, urgent. “Wait.” But he was already moving. He darted from cover, his body low, fast, precise — a predator lunging for the throat. His trap had been sprung, his plan in motion. The stepbrother stopped, watching. Just watching. And then, with a movement so small it was almost nothing, he shifted — a step to the side, a tilt of the head, a subtle pivot of his body.

I soon slept and waiting for the morning to arise. .................... Will Aarav escape or get trapped in Ahana's plan? Hope you liked it. Waiting for lovely comments.

and it wouldn't be full either. I stopped at the entrance of the bar and scanned the room. There were tables with couples and more with groupings of people. I smiled at the clientele: mostly men and women wearing suits, probably visiting New York on business. I took a deep breath. It was showtime and my main audience had yet to arrive. That was good. I needed another drink before that reunion. Chapter 7 Nox The muscles in my neck twitched as I made my way toward Mobar. My note had been very specific as to attire and directions. Charli was mine for the next year. I planned to make her think she was completely at my disposal.

I began, not knowing how to actually word my words. “That’s actually none of our business. We’re here to get Lorenzo after all, and you pretty little thing, is the most perfect bait we need to do just that.” The one still wielding the black care declared and my mouth fell open in shock. Bait? Me? As bait? “Bait?” I hadn’t realized I said that loud until one of the guys responded. “Yes, as bait. You’re going to call him and tell him you’ve been captured, then he’s going to come over here and walk right into this trap.