The Trap David Icke Novels & Stories

She didn’t expect that Greg’s worker was even much worse than her original captor! Why did she not think everything could be a setup? All she thought about was how to run as fast as she could in the hope that nobody could catch her! It was all because of her impulsiveness and not thinking before doing anything! "You are mine now, b*tch! And I can finally do to you what I always wanted and think of doing to you and your sexy body!” He started touching her cheeks down to her shoulders. She creeped out to the nth level! Please save me, Lord! Oh, Lord!

“We could have Lucia text me something false, and just specific enough to be believable. Could be David’s location tonight, unguarded. He wants a window of vulnerability, if we give him one that looks completely authentic, he will move on it and we’re waiting for him instead of the other way around.” David studies him for a long moment, and then nods. “Do it.” We set the trap carefully. I type out the message myself, my thumb hovering over the send button longer than I expect it to, fully aware that Danielle, wherever she is right now, is about to read something meant to lure a killer straight into a trap I helped build.

"I knew, but I didn't know how he was going to do it. What his exact plan was. But I got to know about his stupid master plan when he was with Ivanov this morning. We were listening to everything he was saying from the conference room." "We?" I raised my brow. "Me, Duncan and Mr. Balakin." "Duncan and Mr. Balakin?" I was shocked. So Mr. Balakin and Duncan knew everything? That explained why Duncan was there. He gave a nod. "It was Duncan whom I asked to tap Arthur's phone. Besides being a successful businessman, that bastard is also an expert with computers, hacking and all, he also did something to Arthur's phone for us to hear every conversation when his phone was with him, even when he wa

Blake pulled the car door open for me and spoke in a gentle voice, " Get inside the car first." I compelled sighing out deeply but immediately furrowed when Blake didn't get inside the car. He walked over to face the cameraman who veins were still popping out on his forehead. Blake's powerful voice echoed in the air, " Tell your Big Boss Mr.Livingstone that Blake Davidson has asked his team to contact me for Veronica Knight's Contract breaching agreement."

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.

Every step forward made my muscles tense as I braced for the possibility of another attack, another spell, another trap. But something else hit me first. A pressure—thin, sharp, invasive—pushed at the edges of my mind again, probing for access that no longer existed. For one second, the familiar icy grip scraped along my senses, searching for cracks, for weakness, for entry. Then it stopped. A hiss tore through the air, echoing from the far side of the courtyard. Bernatta. I turned sharply toward the sound.

"I just... I just bought the tools. It was all Mr. Dalton's orders. I didn't kill her!" Elaine stepped closer, her voice like ice. "You bought the tools and didn't report anything. You knew she'd die locked in that basement. The cops won't care about your excuses." He backed away, collapsing in despair. Elaine saw the opportunity and pounced. "Keep your mouth shut if you want to stay out of trouble. Your job's the least of your worries." Defeated, he muttered, "Fine. I'll pretend I never saw this." Before leaving, he added, "But hurry. Mr. Dalton is looking for you."

she offered, unable to shake the unease crawling under her skin. They nodded and entered the shop. Upstairs, the tension was thick. David stayed behind, helping the others pack. "Is it okay to leave them up there?" Tiffany asked nervously. "If anything goes wrong, Sis will scream. I'll run up," David said, nonchalant. "Just go already," she muttered, snatching the duct tape from his hand. David grinned and took it back. "C'mon, I like doing this part!" He slapped duct tape across another box, sometimes doubling it just for fun. The others shook their heads.

She’d always been curious about what the auras looked like and why they weren’t more distracting for those that could see them. “No, I think it’s safe if no one touches it right now. But we should keep an eye out for others. We don’t want to end up cornered by a whack of these and then find the trigger the hard way.” Dave’s words held the sinister meaning of a trap where the trigger was in the centre of a space, but the attack would come from around them and trapping them inside an attack radius. Insidious and cowardly.

The sound scraped harshly against the tense air in the storage unit. "Then you understand that you are completely surrounded," Svetlana stated confidently. "My men tracked David's hidden rental agreement yesterday afternoon. We knew you would eventually find the key and attempt to raid his personal belongings. You walked directly into my trap." "You do not possess the necessary intelligence to trap me," Kade countered with absolute, terrifying calm. "You sent a tactical team to retrieve David's hidden leverage, but you are exactly ten minutes too late. The heavy gray safe is already open."