Straight Bait Novels & Stories

"Milo, if you just tell your dad to see me and have him donate a kidney to Mr. Backman, I'll take you home, alright?" Her tone was undoubtedly coaxing, but the instant Milo heard Morgan's name, his expression changed. He shoved her away with all his might and screamed, "No! He's an evil, bad guy! He killed Dad! I don't—" A crisp slap sounded in the air. I tried to stop Teagan, but her hand passed straight through me and struck Milo across the face. He fell to the floor, the skin on his palm scraped open. Half a bread roll slipped out of his pocket.

Liana’s wide grin falls in place, her sandalwood scent spiking with excitement. “You may be high, and maybe a little stupid,” she says giddily, “but you’ve got the right fucking idea.”

This is not how I wanted to spend my Friday night. A grimace forms on my face. I have had a nauseous feeling in my stomach, ever since it happened. "What's the plan, then?" Alec says after a while, finally lifting his eyes from his phone screen. "How are we getting Eli back?" I glance over to mum, only to see her still pacing relentlessly, paying no mind to us. "Corner him, bash him," Miles replies and I elbow him in the side. "Nah, you need to be smart about it," Jai interjects. "It's the little things that annoy you. Do something to his car, mess with his things like that and make him snap."

Maze's "Gab! C'mon! You can't be like this! Haven't you learned your lesson?" Mark and I were waiting for Top outside the bar when we heard Mike scolding a drunk Gab. Kevin and Mike are helping each other to carry him as he is too drunk that he can't even walk properly and just keeps on muttering incoherent words. I looked at Mark and he seemed worried but not about Gab but Mike. I can see Mike and Kevin having a hard time carrying him as he was a big guy.

Nice was the word for Zachary, no doubt about it. "Nice. Sounds exciting." He smirked. "Yeah well, not all of us want exciting, Max. Exciting can get you into trouble and I've had enough of that to last a lifetime." Trouble I knew and I lived with the consequences. "Little Fighter, you just haven't experienced the right kind of trouble." He threw and arm around my neck and pulled my head close to his mouth, "Trust me, when you get it right you can't wait to go looking for it again."

She truly didn't want me anymore. I was shoved into a battered van with a rag stuffed in my mouth, and my limbs were bound. The vehicle drove on for hours. By the time it finally stopped at a village I had never visited, the sun had dipped low, and the sky had grown dim. When the warehouse doors swung open, a musty odor rushed out at me. Mr. Harris pointed to a few boxes in the corner. "There's water if you're thirsty and bread if you're hungry. Stay put, and your mom will come for you in two days."

He just yanked me back up and continued pushing me forward. "Don't do anything stupid." He spoke as I limped into the gas station. Me escaping isn't stupid, it's smart. As we entered the doors of the building I immediately looked around scanning the entire place looking for something that could help me. But sadly the only exit door was the one we came out of. I looked around searching desperately for a plan B. "Go to the fucking bathroom." Dylan rushed. I quickly looked at the cashier and looked back at Dylan mouthing the words 'help me' to the lady as I limped into the bathroom, Dylan following.

There were two skinny boys standing beside Lana, both wearing branded hoodies and jeans with meticulously groomed hair. However, their naturally slouched postures and carefree laughter exuded a familiar "loser" vibe that Larissa was accustomed to, which contrasted with her impression of a sloppy homebody live streamer. Raina immediately pulled Zero, saying, "Let's leave later." But it was already too late. "Isn't that Bro Zero?" One of the boys waved at Zero. His expression was filled with arrogance and was devoid of politeness. "Sorry, Bro Zero, Dark Knight and I beat you down to third place on the gift board today. I hope you're not mad at us."

He didn't even flinch. "You are really something..." he said filled with amusement. With his quick movement, he quickly pinned both of my hands above my head. "This is rapi--" he shook his head at what I had to say. "This is feeding, baby..." These were his last words before he bent on my neck again, and all I could do was scream. The pain pierced my skin and overwhelmed my whole system. As his lips ruled my neck, my body started to burn and my strength began to waver.

he said gently. And then everything happened too fast. A sharp sting pierced my neck. I gasped, stumbling forward, hand flying to the spot. Something small clattered to the pavement behind me. A dart. My vision blurred instantly. “What—” Bryan caught me before I hit the ground. “Easy,” he murmured near my ear. “It’s not lethal. Wouldn’t want to damage the bait.” Bait. The word shattered through the fog. “You—” My tongue felt thick. Heavy.