Captivate Pokemon Novels & Stories

Another piece of garbage removed from the earth. Dimitri turned to his men without looking at the girl again. "Take care of this shit," he commanded. "Get the captives loaded. I want every trace of this operation cleaned up within the hour." Then he grabbed the girl's arm, not roughly, but with absolute certainty, and pulled her away from the chaos. His men rushed to obey, bundling the remaining captives toward the waiting vehicles. Dimitri walked out of the warehouse with the silent girl in tow, and for the first time in his life, he was genuinely curious about another human being.

It must have been something serious for it to be this bad. I reach my new house. Paige helped me buy it last month. It is a two story, five bedroom, five and a half bath, a pool in the backyard, a home theater, a home gym, and a tennis court in the backyard, I do not even know how to play tennis. The rules seem simple enough but then I got two blue eyes when Paige and I played as kids. I am sure to stay the hell away from flying balls.

FLASHBACK I was taking a walk around the island when my feet bring me in the beach. A gorgeous white fine sand and a clear sea that glistens when the sunlight hits its surface. I decided to take a picture of it when my camera caught a girl busy painting a beautiful art of the scenery. I was mesmerized and decided to have a closer look but when I decided to zoom in to get a closer look a beautiful and mesmerizing smile from the painter caught my eye. The painter’s beauty was more mesmerizing than her painting itself.

I open its white cap and I take out the tiny plastic bag. I empty the white substance on the bathroom counter and I take out the small rolled up piece of paper. After adjusting the paper and lining the substance with the card I leave in the cabinet, I bend down and snort the substance, making sure not to leave any traces of it on the counter. The familiar tingling sensation attacks my nostrils and I feel them flaring. I rub my nose as I arc my head back to calm down that sensation.

I moved closer to the table moving in free space to peer at the water. Damn! It was blue, deep, and scary with at three giant crocodiles basking in there like they were living the life, "They look happy." I stepped away from the table and went back to my original spot, "And this is puppy Orian." I stroked her fur and she relished my touch, "Isn't she cute?" I asked despite knowing I wouldn't get a reply from the mean-looking men.

But I can see a million things going on in his head. “What are you thinking?” my tone is soft and low. I relax into my captive state, turning my chest straight toward him. His eyes soften and gloss over with desire. “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.” “Don’t be so sure,” I dart my tongue across my lips, loosening the tension in my muscles. “I don’t have the energy to fight this anymore.”

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

Hearing my walkie-talkie click, I glanced down at it in my hand. “We caught her, but Marcus was injured. The female is a wildcat,” James growled. Chuckling, I said, “But he is still alive. Bring her to my bedroom and ready the redhead in the hallway outside. I will need her to prove my point to the stubborn she-devil.” “I will cover her head and bring her straight away,” James stated and ended his transmission. Grinning sardonically, I hurried to my bedroom to prepare the chains and cuffs that would hold my female captive.

Now I was in a pretty dark place, behind the stage "Now smile and walk gracefully to the middle of the stage!" I wasn't smiling and I wasn't walking gracefully. I dragged myself to the middle of the stage and saw a bunch of men with tux screaming and whistling. "This is one of the best girl we got today gentlemen!" Said the men. "Her name is Bambi Sivan. She is only 17 years old and... the best thing about her is that she is still a virgin!!! She is the first virgin that we got here in the past 5 months." That guy yelled and people started screaming their prices.

If there was someone knowledgeable enough of them, it would only be Petra. “During the early years after the first captivity, there were also rumors,” Petra continued, “about the blood drinker’s weakness.” I bit the insides of my cheek as I anticipated the rest of the words that Petra would say. “It was yielded by a witch under twelve full moons, drenched in the blooms of vain, and bathed in the blood of the Great White.”