Captivated Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 25 *AURORA’S POV* I feel like I’m loosing my breath and my mind is in a Smokey haze. A huge palm is over my mouth restricting me from screaming and I’m slowly running out of breath as well as the palm is huge enough to cover my nose….. Suddenly my captor spoke into my ear,his breath fanning my the behind of my ear making me feel a kind of disgust I have never experienced…… “Matteo will loose his mind looking for you.” he sneered excitement making his voice quiver.

Vikram The screaming of someone really pleasures me to my core as it’s doing now. Despite that his one will damage my eardrums but I am not done with my art, I am gonna need more blood to make the terrified face of his on my painting. My eyes trailed away from my paint board to him, sitting on his knees with nothing other than pants. I stuffed his mouth with a leather belt, full of spikes, I used the same to tied his wrists and ankles to keep him attached to the floor. If he dared to scream or move, the more it will slice his cheeks, hands, and legs he has more cuts on his body than the hair, in spite of this, he has the guts to beg for mercy.

Her crave was allowing herself to fall into this spell, one that was quickly pulling her under. At last. A surrender. Complete and total surrender. Holding her breath, she stretched a finger to it, waiting for the alluring sensation that, although not promised, she was somehow sure it would bring to her. Her finger had not come in contact with his hand though, the hand was moving away, at least that was what it seemed to her slow captivated mind. The movement was too slow though, not fast enough to deter her at all, so she stretched her finger further and pressed it against his skin, finally touching the web that fascinated her the most.

Kinley glared at me, I could see the anger rising in her, wait, was I seriously getting turned on right now? "You're disgusting." I smirked and returned to my spot on the bed, "Do you really believe that Gattina?" I leaned over so that I was caging her against the headboard, "Or is that what you're trying to convince yourself of?" I could tell she was both terrified and intrigued by me. The lust in her eyes was clear. "You've kidnapped me and locked me in a room. Tonight I was almost," she shook her head, not wanting to say the words, "I was in danger tonight because of you."

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.

she added, her voice a whisper. Henry wanted to gently push the lady. However, his body won't cooperate as he is hypnotized by her tantalizing eyes. In the quietude of the room, amidst shadows that danced like whispers, he stood enraptured, caught in the gravitational pull of her gaze. Her eyes, twin pools of obsidian, held him captive like a moth drawn to a flame. In those depths, he saw galaxies swirling, mysteries unfolding—a cosmos that defied the laws of reason.

A mixture of desire and admiration washes over her, leaving her unable to tear her eyes away from his captivating appearance. Taking a deep breath to regain her composure, she silently acknowledges the allure he exudes. It is as if his physical presence commands attention, drawing her deeper into his spell. Her heart flutters with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, unsure of how to react to the flood of emotions surging within her.

The Red Crescent courtyard was filled with golden light, but dusk had devoured the sky. The fire torches danced in unnatural synchrony—each flame unnaturally motionless, as if under a spell. The guests stood frozen, their lips sealed by magic, their faces locked in silent rebellion. In the center, on a platform of elevated obsidian and bone, Emereah stood alongside Vladimir. Her formerly fierce silver eyes were empty now, gentle and submissive, like a puppet held captive by threads of air.

And yet, she was captivating. It wasn’t just her appearance, though that would have been enough to catch my eye. It was something else, something I couldn’t explain. A tug beneath my skin, like an invisible thread pulling me toward her. My wolf, usually silent and subdued, stirred faintly. It wasn’t the usual restlessness I ignored—it was sharper, insistent. I froze, caught in the strange pull. For a moment, the noise and lights around me blurred, and all I could focus on was her. My heart skipped, my throat dry, as if I’d been caught off guard by something primal and unavoidable.

Lily's POV This man is a sicko. He watched as I just got dragged and almost raped and he still did nothing. I hadn't been able to focus on the man he'd been torturing, I had to control my heartbeat. The fear of what was about to be that didn't end up being. The moment flashed through my mind repeatedly. The grip. The glazed eyes filled with disgusting desire. I hated it. It made my mouth bitter. But as I stared into the eyes of my captor I didn't know what to feel or say with his grey eyes staring into mine.