Traps Book Novels & Stories

Not only did he have to defeat Brent physically, but he also had to defeat Brent mentally. This was double torture. This was the way to deal with this kind of pervert. He was no longer a human, but a demon. First, he threw out a thought trap, making him fall into despair the moment he was about to succeed. “That was so fast. Even I was fooled. I kept staring at the girl’s picture on the screen. I didn’t expect the real trap to be on the wire frame outside.” “Sigh! I didn’t expect it either. Everyone was looking at the little girl. No one noticed that there was a V-shaped gap at the bottom of one of the round square boxes.”

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note

I didn’t even attempt to run away because I had no intention of doing that. “Do you know what traps are here?” Samael suddenly asked me. “No, and I’m not interested in knowing that,” I replied. He ignored what I said and told me, “There’s a mine trap here where when you step on it, it will explode.” “That naughty guy that Claeg and I used to deliver to Live Suicide suddenly ran away and ignored our warnings that there were traps here, and then boom! He exploded! The blood and flesh inside him spat out badly and you will think it was raining blood in the sky, hahaha!” he said as he laughed at the narration.

Meanwhile on the other hand… Castiel sneak into the ladies room like a menacing phantom. With the help of Ashley as his invisible eye, he managed to detect which cubicle the two ladies were currently in. He had never dealt with such a problem before thus he felt like he was stupified with his little assignment. This was his boss's command and he has to satisfy her request. That's all that matters to him. 'I want you to trap them both inside the ladies' room over night.' was Athena's brief instruction before she dropped the call earlier.

But another two were already standing there blocking my way. My eyes widened as my hands curled into fists. No, no, no! This isn't happening! What should I do now? When I tried to pass them, they pushed me back. "Let me go!" I hissed. They didn't leave then, they knew I was here. They were waiting for me to come out. They set a trap for me and I got stuck in that. One of the guards before me smirked. "We'll. But to the heavens, not anywhere else."

I put my phone in my pocket and looked at the library around me, and thought about Carver walking unhurried through corridors he’d spent twelve years learning to own. Then I thought about what you do when someone has built a trap so carefully that the only way out, runs directly through the middle of it. You stop trying to go around. You walk through.

Victoria added. "Maybe there's no way to trap him... but--" Petra, who had been silent until now, smirked with an almost mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe we can trap his host!" She pulled a suitcase closer, snapping it open with a flourish. Inside lay an ancient, jet-black book with a velvet cover that seemed to shimmer ominously in the dim light. The book exuded an unsettling aura, its pages appearing to drip with a darkness that defied explanation. Each page looked like it had been soaked in shadows, the ink melding with the very fabric of the paper.

"Mom, I love you! Come back soon, okay? We'll go to the amusement park and surprise Dad." ... The car scraped against the guardrail with a loud bang. My heart pounded, but I did not stop to check the damage. My speed did not decrease. My phone rang again, and it was Charles. I answered, my voice trembling, "Charles, where are you? Where's Sally?" "She's in the car!" he snapped. "Why are you tracking me? What's the big deal?" "Charles, listen to me. You need to get her out now!" I pleaded.

It completely overturned the logic of a normal financial case. While I waited, I could roughly guess the root of the system bug. Caleb's system rule was that after a single target ate or drank something from him, it would transfer that single person's funds. But he had never imagined that I would pour that special bottle of water into the alumni event's dedicated soup pot. Hundreds of school leaders, business figures, teachers, and students had all drunk or eaten from that pot. The system couldn't process this many people consuming it at once, so it triggered an indiscriminate full-transfer backlash.