Captivate Sentence Novels & Stories

He coughed loudly, immediately snapping the captivated men around them out of their trance like an alarm bell. Zayn could not help sighing at the woman’s charm. It was basically a kind of magic that enchanted all those she came across!

Marcus's presence commanded attention, and he reveled in the subtle power it gave him. He strode into the venue, his eyes scanning the room for Sophia. The music and chatter seemed to fade into the background as he made his way through the crowd, his gaze locked on the woman who had captured his attention. As he entered the hall, the room seemed to pause, and all eyes were on him. Marcus smiled, his charisma radiating like a palpable force, drawing people to him like a magnet. He was a man who knew his presence was impactful, and he owned it with every step.

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?”

Like he could see right through the fabric. She was deeply uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. Like she was a piece of art he'd commissioned and was finally seeing completed. He actually clapped. The sound echoed in the living room. "Now there's a great transformation already," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. Natasha just rolled her eyes. She was done with this. She was done with being his captive, his possession, his project. "I want to leave," she demanded. "I've bathed. I've done what you wanted. Now let me go."