Trap Online Novels & Stories

"Haha! What an easy catch! Our next target is supposed to be you, but I guess you have spare that's the trouble!" A scrawny man beside Orange hair eyed Angela Winston and gave a nasty grin. "Mr. Orange hair, this guy threw himself into our trap and brought a hot chick for us to enjoy!" Orange hair pointed his gun at Jate Woods and yelled. "Kneel!" "You are threatening me with those guns?" Jate asked without a hint of fear. "Yeah! It's more than enough to kill all of you. Are you kneeling or not?" Orange hair snarled coldly.

Ava curved her lips as she listened to Alia before she pulled out her phone and pretended she was on a call-- "Evelyn, I told you to stop bothering mom and dad for money!" Alia and the two boys looked over curiously. "Fine! I'll help you out!" Ava kept on her monologue, lying at her phone, "Bombay Sapphire, 7:00. I'm sure you know that place?" Alia exchanged an evil look with her boys, and Ava left with the exact same graceful smile she came in with. Evelyn was cleaning up her newly found little home when she got Ava's text--

Evan smiled contentedly. "Please go ahead," he said. Tyler shared their recent observation with Evan. "I believe your IT department has also noticed it. The other party is constantly provoking you, and I think it won't be long before they take action." Evan's expression turned solemn. "I'm aware of it, but there's no way to track them because their IP location is untraceable due to constant virtualization." "That was before. I feel they're about to be exposed soon!" Tyler pointed at the red dot on the laptop.

"Let me walk you upstairs, Ms. Grant," someone said. I turned to see a man in a suit. His lapels were open wide enough for me to vaguely see his collarbones. I could also see that he didn't have anything else on underneath. Hmph. Trying this again, huh? I turned him down and sashayed upstairs to my room. My name was Sasha Grant. I was the second-in-command at a live stream company. Whenever I went on business trips, people would use various excuses to curry favor with me—they wanted the resources I had in hand.

Before leaving for the delivery, Mike gave Rob a firm hug. The fresh goods inside the vehicle contained bottles of altered soft drinks. It was a simple enough job. They only needed to follow the trucks moving along certain routes for a few nights to observe where they would halt for cargo unloading. Eric and Marilyn had already given them the company uniforms and nametags. It was not their concern how they obtained them, and they would not have divulged it to them anyway. They were also given a number of modified soft drink packages. All they had to do was distribute them at random among several places. They had a minor quantity of pesticide in them, so it wasn't fatal, but it was enough to

There definitely must be some inferior motive. Maybe it's just me, but like I said before, I'm having a hard time believing in people nowadays. No matter how I see it, I can't let myself believe he is doing all this out of humanity. Why would he take the risk to free me when he could get him in trouble? At the end of the day, he is involved in illegal stuff and I can easily go to the police and report their names. A part of me still believes that they are trying to trap me and this is all a scheme. Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap.

"Just please, stay the hell away from me!" Robert’s lips quirked up in a small, unsettling smirk. "No, that's not the kind of compensation I had in mind." Talia felt her throat constrict with a confusing mixture of fear and something else she didn't want to name. He leaned in even closer until their faces were now just inches apart. "Wh-what are you saying?" she breathed, hating how small and vulnerable her voice sounded. "What do you want from me then?" "How about a night together to make things even, huh babe? You did a bang-up job on my ride, so it's only fair you help me out with a different kind of ride too."

It was embarrassing because they were loyal customers and didn't expect this mess to be caused by one of their friends. "Enough of this embarrassment!" snapped Cleo angrily. "Pull that friend of yours out! Let's get out of here!" Aresh and Eros had already broken out of the cafe. Eros apologized to the customers for making a mess. Meanwhile, Asteria firmly pulled Calista to follow her quickly. She also felt embarrassed by Calista's behavior earlier. Cleo and Damon followed them from behind after apologizing to the people around them. Damon looked at Cleo, who also understood the situation.

“Nonetheless, it doesn’t matter where they operate from. Wherever they may be, women are women and trafficking is wrong. We must stop them at all cost.” “Yes, that is true. Let them do what they want and we will do what we have to do as well. At least now we have a face and a name to refer to.” Lance replied cheerfully. “But what if it’s a case of impersonation?” John asked. “That is our job to find out but I'm wondering why Gabriella has taken long to send feedback.” Lance replied worriedly. “Normally I would say you are missing her but I have also been wondering the same thing.” John said, furrowing his brow.