Novel & Cerita Captive Books

The questions gnawed at her, demanding answers she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear. They walked down vibrant streets lined with quaint boutiques and cafes, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries mingling with the cool afternoon air. Noah pulled her into a little bookstore tucked away in a corner, its wooden shelves packed with old, worn books. The scent of aging paper and leather was comforting, nostalgic even, and for a brief moment, Belle felt like they were just a normal couple enjoying a lazy day out. He handed her a book, an old edition of a classic novel she loved, and smiled softly as she ran her fingers over the faded cover. “Thought this might interest you,” he said, his voice lig

Or what has been done to her? That last question immediately has blood rushing back to my dick. The thought of her being this way due to being sexually abused has something going off in my head. When I look at her again, she isn't cleaning anymore. Or she could be done. I don't know, but she's glancing through the cover of The Art of War by Sun Tzu then flips through the pages. I have the book in a limited cover edition so I can understand her confusion. Done pretending, I set my laptop aside. “That's the actual book.” She jumps on her toes from my voice startling her.

This one looked really advanced. Who then found me? Was I safe now? What if they were more dangerous than the ones I had been running from? How long was I out? I wondered. It was better I pretended to be unconscious to gather as much information as I could about the place. I closed my eyes and pressed my arms to my sides. Not too much, so I wouldn’t look suspicious. I was thankful for that choice when the door opened and I heard two pairs of footsteps walk into the room. “She’s very beautiful. She will make a nice slave for our king.” I heard a soft female voice mutter.

But I also know that I need to find a way to reconcile my body's responses with my own sense of self and autonomy. I look around the room, searching for something to distract me from my thoughts but there's nothing. Wait a second, there's a library. I hastily find my way to the library and search between the shelves...the very section that caught my eyes the first time I was in here. "The Fashion Designing Books" section. I am pretty sure books like that can never be found in a library, so this section made for a reason...Is it me? Massimo knows I'm a fashion designer, so he did this for me to not feel disconnected from what I love the most while I'm his captive? That's some really romantic

"I know. But it's not the outer searchers I'm afraid of. It's what's coming from within the veil. I've experienced it. Something moving. something dark." Vera crouched closer beside her. "You believe Vladimir still searches?" Emereah's jaw hardened. "Yes. And the Elders. And Alexandria. She glanced down at the spellbook once more, running a hand over a page scrawled with glyphs of hiding and flame-imbued sigils — symbols older even than Red Crescent itself. "I've discovered something," she said. "A ritual to anchor flame to will. If I bind it to my blood and the heartbeat of the child. they'll never trace us. Not even with the combined strength of the Elder Council against them.

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.

But hopefully soon 👀 In the meantime, go check out my new book 🥳💃🏾 "Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir’s Obsession" The story follows a young college girl who goes on vacation with her boyfriend, but ends up caught in a terrible situation and gets kidnapped and shipped off to another country. She eventually lands in the hands of a powerful cartel leader. She was given to him as a gift, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Until she spoke back to him. And something in him shifted. (Warning in advance: this story is darker, messier, and definitely more boundary-breaking 😜.) Thank you once again for staying with me through this journey.

Stan’s POV Irritation replaced my desire to own her tonight all because of her stupid resistance. I never planned this night, and I almost slipped out of control because of her lovely face. I hissed and balled my fists after I closed the door of my penthouse. She fcking resisted me and it made me so fcking angry. I was tempted to throw her on the bed and fck her mercilessly, but I stopped myself because it will only complicate things. Damn! Why does she have to be a freaking boring good girl? I’ve been wanting to devour that fckable body eversince the day I laid my eyes on her. Those curves I’ve been wanting to caress. Those lips I’ve been wanting to fck. And damn those delectable ass. Her b

But Anna doesn’t seem to care and as the head of the place. And I would love to care to, but sadly I am just being used by Hardy and this is not my place. And, none of these women should ever find out I am being held captive by Hardy. Because the way they all looked like they’re hungry to find out something about me, anything at all about me. . .*