Captivate Sentence Novels & Stories

Just as I part my lips to speak, he abruptly interjects, "I'm not interested in entertaining your stupid questions." Frowning with frustration, I retort, "My questions aren't foolish. I simply want to know...what is it that you want?" Leaning in closer, he whispers near my ear, "To play with you." His voice carries a captivating allure, and I feel myself ensnared by his gaze. There's a hypnotic quality to his voice and stare that leaves me disoriented, as if under a spell. I resist the temptation to be swayed by his captivating presence, aware of the danger of succumbing to his allure.

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

numb from the rain, this time definitely felt something, but in the same way the sensation had arrived, everything else disappeared almost instantly, her body fell completely inert into the arms of her captor, a massive man with dark eyes, the same guy who had beaten her before she could escape. Her head was pounding, as if her heart had decided to find a new place to beat other than her chest, each beat sending a wave of pain through her body, her face feeling heavy and swollen, opening her eyes or at least trying, she felt nauseated and the weight of her own head managed to make her fall, she wasn't sure if she was standing up or lying down, she felt almost as if she were floating, and her

he asked, his lips brushing against my skin as he spoke. "It's not as though I have a choice." "Of course you do," one of his hands dropped to my thigh, lightly running his fingers along my bare leg. I gulped. He was my terrifying captor, and here I was, my body betraying me to his looks. Why did he have to be so sexy? He ran a hand over the towel, and I was thankful it was so thick or he would have seen my n¡pples harden. I felt a wave of embarrassment.

he growled out at me “ You are so aggravating! You make me so mad Lucien! I’m not staying back here and what would you do if I don’t!” I spoke very loudly to him as my chest pumped with Adrenaline, our eyes sea he each other in heated silence as our gazes did not waver, I expected him to do something, I was practically daring him to The air of tension had changed to something more feral, something more intimate as I stared at my captor, my king, and the person that drove me mad with every thought of him

His gray eyes tracking every movement I make, like he was afraid I'll disappear if he looked a second away. "How are you feeling?" he asks. "Confused,Scared." I replied honestly. Something flickered across his face. Guilt, maybe. Or satisfaction that was vulnerable enough to admit it. "That's understandable. It must be overwhelming. But you're safe here, Ava. I promise you that."

It first time that I am happy and satisfied with the things which happen in my life. He stared at me with a confused face. Squeezing my hands in his he tried to speak but stopped when I showed him my palm before anything. " Did you recall something from this? The time when I was your captive I have begged you the same as your current situation. Did you hear my begging that time? No! Then I wouldn't. See table is turned, now I am the one who has more power than you " I told him holding my tears back so as not to break into tears.

But the sound was muffled, drowned out by the overwhelming surge of emotions that coursed through my being. I stood there, motionless and numb, my eyes locked in a fixed gaze upon Liam. It was everything I had ever yearned for, a scene I had longed to witness, a sight that I had hoped would eternally be a part of our lives. It was something so profound, so captivating, that I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. It held me captive, casting a spell that held me in its thrall, unable to avert my gaze or look away from the depths of its significance.

Kaplan’s gaze, dark with hunger, never wavered from her as she led him to her room. Inside, the muted glow of the lamps wrapped them in warmth. Kaplan’s voice was low, roughened with longing. “You are so beautiful. I can’t believe we were apart so long. I never stopped thinking about you—your every curve, your intoxicating scent, the taste of your mouth.”

The scent making me gag like it always has. My body gets slammed against a car, nothing but darkness between me and my captor. I try to contemplate other people, I hope it's an amateur kidnapper, or perhaps a drunk psycho but all my hopes die when my captor leans into me and speaks. “Hello, my greatest creation.” he whispers, his hand falling from my lips now that he's sure I won't scream.