Novel & Cerita Captive Books

"I thought we were way past you being my slave. You can't be my slave and talk to me like that. Looking me straight in the eye. You wouldn't dare." "Then what am I?" I stepped closer. "Because you treat me like property one minute and your mate the next. I can't keep up with which version of you I'm supposed to deal with." "Both." He moved toward me. "You get both. The Alpha who demands respect and the mate who will burn the world down to keep you safe. You're still my captive, little bird." "I don't want either." I shoved him again. "I want freedom. I want a choice. I want to stop feeling like I'm drowning every time you touch me. I want to be able to call you what you are, an arrogant, dom

“If you bow your head today, you’ll spend the rest of your life dancing on Emily’s leash.” I froze, glancing at her almost without meaning to. Evelyn leaned closer, her breath warm and sweet against mine, a scent that made my composure slip. “Emily’s a Coyote princess. What she hates most is losing what she thinks belongs to her. If you compromise now, she’ll use it against you again and again. Do you really want to live forever under her thumb? Don’t worry—once the wedding pact deadline passes, she’ll come crawling back to you.”

His tanned skin contrasted with his orange shirt. "Good morning, Ma'am. You look so beautiful in the morning." His eyes almost disappeared because of his wide smile. "Morning." I smiled a bit. I went to the bench and sat there. I opened the book that I found at the library. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I glanced at Sandro when he sat beside me. I just smiled at him before dropping my gaze on the book. "I did not know that you love reading," he commented. "Yup," I responded, eyes remained on the book.

Slowly, I lay on my back unperturbed on slimy and rancid things on the floor. It doesn't take long when I felt tremors of heavy footfalls coming on what I presume was the door. I scrambled on a sitting position. Facing my captor while laying on the floor would make me more vulnerable. I rake my fingers through my knotted hair and tried to wipe any dirt and grime on my face to at least regain some of the dignity stolen from me. I heard keys clinking together before the lock clicked open. This was followed by a clang of the bolt being swung free and a squeak of metal being pulled open. Then the sweet creak of the wooden door. And then light.

"I found your little book.." Captain Orion's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "Vera, please -" "No," I said, my voice firm. "You're going to explain yourself to me. Now." Captain Orion's eyes darted back and forth, as if searching for an escape route. But I had him cornered. "Ikigan," I spat, my voice venomous. "You're working with Ikigan, aren't you?" Captain Orion's face went white, and he took a step back. "Vera, please -"

"Sherlyn, you're still shamelessly pestering my boyfriend. It's a pity he doesn't like you. You've been wasting your youth on studying." Obviously, Megan was a fanatic of some sentimental teenage literature, always using "youth" as an excuse. "No matter what you do, Eugene will only love me," she added.

"None of us are going to let that happen." A handsome blond man defended me from pimps who had followed me inside a grocery shop what seems like a lifetime ago. He escorted me to his workplace, the Cerberus, where one of the regulars had given the proprietors a nickname: the hounds, after the three-headed beast who guarded the underworld. Dan, Finn, and Jade were the owners. As I stand in front of a black table covered with more weaponry than I've ever seen, I see what the hounds' purpose is and why they won't tell me their strategy.

He paused briefly, then gestured toward the parchment in Raven’s hand with great reverence, “This is the only thing we retrieved, an ancient book made from animal hide, preserved through extraordinary means. We didn’t dare open it carelessly and brought it straight to you.” Raven lowered his gaze, fingers tracing the coarse surface of the book, his eyes flickering with both suspicion and curiosity. To his surprise, the handwriting on the aged pages remained sharp and clear, the ink as dark as though it had been freshly penned. Not a trace of fading or decay, surely preserved through some unique method. “Magic Array.” That was the book's title. Inside, each page revealed intricate drawings, t

I had to see for myself if what Isabella said was true. Twenty minutes later, the cab screeched to a halt in front of the mansion. I used my spare key to let myself in and ran straight to Vincent's study. There was a hidden room behind the bookcase. I knew the code. I punched it in, and a section of the wall slid open, revealing the surveillance hub inside. Multiple computers, countless monitor screens, and various high-tech recording devices. I sat down at the main computer and navigated the file directory. In a folder labeled "S," I found an encrypted subfolder.

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