Captivate Sentence Novels & Stories

“Just look at yourself in the mirror… you are the most drop-dead gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Young, beautiful. Your countenance and your very presence are dangerously alluring. Your ocean eyes…” She held my chin so I wouldn’t look away… “They’re enthralling. No man can resist this beauty. Why not weaponise it?” Her words landed heavy, sinking deep into me. I paused; my heart was thudding, trying to catch what she was driving at. “You want me to seduce my captor?” I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

I’ve never seen a piece of art admiring a piece of art before, yet here I am witnessing a once in a lifetime phenomenon. She looks fascinated by the colours and how they are intertwined, yet I’m fascinated by her. The paintings are great, I have to admit that, but she is more beautiful than all of them combined. The way her plump lips are parted, and her eyes are locked on the paintings is bewitching. She is amazed by everything around her in the gallery; however, I’m amazed by her and her beauty.

“Miss, what’s your name? Do you have someone you know here?” It is not good to take advantage of those weak and not in their right mind but the girl seems like she’s in pain. He tried talking to her but it seems she can’t hear him. He had no idea the person was already naked, so he can see what she was wearing on the inside. “Hey! Get a hold of yourself!” he almost shouted, he’s getting affected by her pheromones. His rut— this is dangerous!

I respected that. "It's simple... make sure you don't get caught," I said, leaning in closer and lowering my voice conspiratorially. "Strike before they even know you're there." I flicked an enemy soldier over with a swift, playful demonstration. "Wow!!!" he shrieked, bouncing on his heels, utterly captivated. Mrs. Callahan watched us, a look of profound relief and joy washing over her face. "So... what do you think, Seth? You want her as your nanny?"

Fear filled the opponent's eyes as they looked at Adrian, ceasing their resistance. Adrian stepped forward, demanding sternly, "Speak! Who sent you? Why did you attack?" His words were firm, his aura intense, enveloping the captive. The captive showed no signs of fear. Instead, they smirked mysteriously and replied in a cryptic tone, "You won't get anything from me no matter what you do." Upon hearing the opponent's defiant words, Adrian stared at him coldly. "Is that so?" Adrian was prepared; he knew getting information from this person would be nearly impossible. Deciding not to waste time, he shot the captive a chilling glance. "Then you've chosen your fate,” he said.

~Ethan~ I have never been captivated in my entire life. I was one who seemed unaffected by my surroundings except for my temper, which seemed to often get the best of me. But I was captivated at the orphanage. The right word would be enthralled. Locked in a cell of desire when I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever set my eyes on. Nothing took me by surprise, and nothing fascinated me, but this blonde-haired beauty fascinated me, knocking the breath out of my lungs without even lifting a finger. I found myself gawking, completely lost in her eyes.

Fright clenched my heart and my body trembled. Then he crooked his head. “Beautiful,” he uttered in a guttural undertone. Neither of us moved. I blinked up at him. My captor admired me. Of course, he did. He has sampled more pints of my blood than any other. Then again, my fear picked up an additive to it when I realized that he could easily overpower me and have his way with me. He wouldn’t force himself on me, would he? I suddenly wanted the planet Jupiter between me and his evil kind.

Liam uttered with tears welled up in his eyes. "Well that's good for her, she would have peace in the human world. I'm here make a deal with you" I made my reason known to him, hoping that this would turn out as I hoped it would be. "Isn't that so cute? How big is that problem that brings my captor to his captive prison to strike a deal?"

I was caught. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, bile rising in my throat and tears filling my eyes as another cold shiver wracked my exposed body but this time, not from the light scratch of the feathery surface but from the fear of the fate that would befall me as soon as my captor arrives.

My Captor straightens his shirt and turns to the driver. "Step on it, Dickson." He says, turning to his phone. I let out a muffled cry that is struggling so hard to escape my lips, and with the ridge of my shoulder, I wipe off the sweat and little tears in my eyes. "Oh, you have something to say, let's hear it." My Captor says and painfully pulls the tape from my mouth. The pain shoots through my bones, and I press my eyes shut to stop the tears. "So, you're a woman beater." I taunt him, after taking a while to absorb the pain.