Straight Bait Novels & Stories

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

Bernard just stood by the corner, waiting to tend to anyone's need, when called upon. "... This behavior of his is absolutely not acceptable. He's becoming more of an untrained hooligan day by day and that just saddens me because one would question my training." Brianna sighed as she tipped her head back, "we have to do something about him dear." She turned to my father and sighed again. "I know he's been a stubborn boy but this is just pure delinquency. He's becoming a delinquent. He couldn't even get into any college but here he is staying out late and defying orders." He was enraged.

Asher leaned back in his chair, staring at the rankings on the screen in silence for a while. Then, he turned to me with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You lied to me?" "I didn't." I blinked. "I told you. I can play a little. I just happened to try my hardest." He paused for a moment, then laughed. "You really are something, Sabrina." As he spoke, he slipped an arm around my neck and drew me closer. "I'm starting to like you."

After being friends for so long, one would think it would be easy, but the truth of the matter was that in front of him she felt forever exposed. What had he done to steal her heart and cause her to think of no one but him? She squinted through the bright rays of light reflected by the water and focused on him. His head was tilted down, his teeth biting at his lip as he worked the worm onto the hook. His dark brown hair was a disheveled mess and his strong masculine features were contorted in concentration, highlighting a wicked hot mouth that she was dying to kiss.

S‌he turned to the boar⁠d and wrot‍e a single word in the cen‌ter⁠:⁠ BAIT. “I’m the ba‌it,” s‌he sa⁠id‍, tap⁠ping‍ t‍he word.⁠ “‍He want‌s to destroy your family. S⁠o we sh‌ow hi‍m a unit⁠ed, unbreakabl‌e front‍. We s⁠how th⁠e worl‌d the same thi‌ng. We take back the narrative.”

“What do you mean?” Sophia met his gaze, her determination growing with each passing second. “Sebastian is always ahead of us because he knows where we are, what we’re doing. He’s playing with us, feeding off our fear. But if we turn the tables—if we make him think we’re onto him—he’ll have no choice but to show his hand.” Oliver frowned. “You’re talking about baiting him, aren’t you?” Sophia nodded. “Exactly. We draw him out, make him come to us on our terms. It’s risky, but it might be our only option.”

"I want you to be mine, you are kind and sweet and caring and compassionate. And oh how I bet you would make u the most beautiful children ever. I want to fill this big caslte with children. Soon we can have them have their own wives or husbands and we will have this castle filled with children again. We will keep the cannibalism in the family of course. How it will be fun for u to capture people and eat them for dinner every night. You never know how good human flesh tastes. Oh wait yes you will because you will be cooking them for me." I felt ill when I heard all of this. I just wanted to ball and die. I really had to use the bathroom and to my surprise there was no bathroom here in my ro

Sometimes іt’ѕ bу fоrсе, and ѕоmеtіmеѕ thеу willingly fоllоw whаtеvеr bаіt is being оffеrеd. It’ѕ lіkе a pimp fіѕhіng соntеѕt. The carrot оn thе еnd оf the stick соuld be a hunkу уоung guy whо promises to look оut fоr thеm, оr thе соmраѕѕіоnаtе ear оf another young girl whо offers thеm a rооm of hеr оwn іn a ѕuрроѕеdlу ‘cool wаrеhоuѕе араrtmеnt’.

Pretend I was fine? I had barely sat down when the door creaked open and Rowan strolled in, a wooden bowl of fruit balanced in one hand, his usual crooked smile firmly in place. “Still pacing like a lunatic, I see. Should I be worried?” I rolled my eyes. “Maybe you should be. This might be the day I finally snap and claw through that window.” He chuckled and dropped the bowl onto the table. “Before you go full she-wolf, at least eat something. You’re looking less like a threat and more like a dramatic ghost.”

But, the moment that I take a step past him, I feel Zac wrap his entire hand around my arm; preventing me from moving any further as he keeps me detained in his steel grip. I slightly whimper at the action before gulping away all of my saliva as I slowly bring my eyes up to meet with his. He stares down at me with an earnest expression as he swipes his tongue across his teeth before speaking. "You're a smart girl...yeah?" He asks, pausing in his words as he awaits for me to speak. I nod my head quickly as I continue to look up at him in fear, not being able to conjure up a proper response. "Good. Then don't start acting stupid." He says, looking down at me for a few more seconds before final