Novel & Cerita Captivate Sentence

Too still. Ava, on the other hand, was vibrating. ''Unbelievable,'' she muttered. I didn’t respond. ''She didn’t even say a word. You’re keeping her in for what? Her silence?'' I looked at her. ''Ava—'' ''No. Say it. What does she have that the rest of us don't?'' The room went dead silent again. I didn’t answer. Because if I opened my mouth right now, I’d say something I couldn’t take back.

-JOANNE I’ve never wanted something so bad. I couldn’t take my eyes of the enormous painting in the room, it was beyond amazing and alluring. I have never been to events like this in my dear life and despite the castle itself being fascinating, this painting was beyond words. It wasn’t just exquisite, exceeding clarity, temptation, and wholesomeness. It was getting me all excited and I couldn’t dare to take my eyes of it. Even when Trevor asked if he could get it for me, I had shifted my eyes from the paintings to him, only to have the image already imprinting in my brain.

The sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore created a soothing melody, and the stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky. "Sophia," Marcus said, his voice filled with emotion as he turned to face her. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were someone special. You're the sunshine that brightens up my day, and the calm in every storm. You're my best friend, my partner, and my soulmate. I know we started off on a really bad state, you were my captive,” he chuckled. "A captive that has stolen my heart over and over again.” "No longer a captive, hello?” Sophia chips in as they both laughed.

I stated mockingly, catching a raised brow in return. “I'm no lord, but I am famished, hurry,” he spat as I closed the bathroom door on him. “Geesh, no need to get hangry,” I muttered softly as I quickly showered, then was uncertain why I was rushing myself. Staring at my reflection in the steamed mirror, I was disgusted with myself. Wagging my finger accusingly, I berated myself for being attracted to my disgustingly handsome captor. “Monica was right, I just want the D,” I murmured softly, then shook my head.

Music pulsed from the open windows, laughter echoing in the cool night air. Stepping inside, Belle was immediately engulfed in the atmosphere—a mix of lights, sounds, and the unmistakable energy of youth and freedom. She felt a thrill rush through her, pushing aside her worries, if only for the moment. “Let’s grab drinks!” Cassidy shouted over the music, and Belle nodded, following her friend to the makeshift bar set up in one corner.

I push the door open, and I’m swarmed by paparazzi. "Julliet!" "Julliet!" "Julliet!" I ignore them making my way across the road to my car. “Julliet is it true you tried to trap Mr. Davenport with this baby?” “Will you quit modelling now that you’re pregnant?” “Julliet!” “Julliet how does it feel to catch a big wig as Mr. Davenport?” The paparazzi pushed me I nearly fell. I feel someone pull me into them.

Why is it that I hit that man so hard! He was just approaching me, I was dumbfounded. Our skins would just stick together, I seemed to be electrified. It's just a smile, I'm going to shake with excitement. Caleb makes me feel the different kinds of emotions. It’s just like I’m riding in a roller coaster of emotions when I’m with him. Activity and recitation we did in the major subject. It was good and I was still able to answer even though my brain was floating in the air because of the effect of what Caleb did.

"Oh okay." The more realization settled within me, the more my tears threatened to spill and I didn't want to cry. I didn't want him to see me cry again, that would show him that his plan is working. I couldn't imagine a life of captivity waiting patiently for when your captor agrees to take your life and end your misery while meeting your family on the other side as the only flicker of happiness existing within you. It wouldn't take long before we reach his kingdom and his plan begins to unfold. I wonder whom he would kill first and how he was going to end their life and how he would choose to end me when he was done with them.

“So who is hot fiesty chic really?” “She saw me in my wolf form while I was performing the sacred moon ritual,” I said. “That’s all you need to know.” Lucian scoffed. “You kidnapped her for that?” I didn’t look up. “You’d rather the Council got her?” He frowned. “They’ll come either way. You know the rules. Humans who see us—” “Don’t live.” I finished the sentence quietly. He tilted his head. “Then why is she still breathing?”

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