Captive Bride Book Novels & Stories

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.

Luckily the sword was not at hand, Vladek had confiscated it knowing where events could lead. -Ah look, that book- Makia, picked up the manuscript from the ground and read the name- Captive of the alpha- she made a face- Who the hell is captivated by a wolf? - she almost screamed. Jade laughed at the comment. -The title is quite suggestive although the captivate that is used is in a double sense- -Have you read it? - The girl nodded.

The bride who got betrayed at rehearsal. Avery hailed a cab. I climbed in, staring out the window at the ballroom receding behind me. The sign above: “The Emerson Grand.” It looked like it always did—grand, majestic, perfect. Only I saw it differently now. It was the stage where my life was rewritten. Where my future was re-scripted without my permission. In the cab, I sank into the seat, pressing my forehead to the glass. My reflection stared back: elegant, pale, eyes hollow. I didn’t recognize her.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

Then: “Damian? Your husband? The man whose men kidnapped you from our home and brought you back married?” Amara winced. “They didn’t kidnap me, Mama. I went with them willingly. I chose this.” “And why? i dont understand” Lena’s voice cracked. “Why would you marry a man you barely know? Why would you leave your home, your life, your mother—for a man who lives like a ghost in a tower?” Amara closed her eyes. She wanted to tell her. She ached to. But the truth was a blade—sharp, dangerous, capable of cutting everyone it touched.

“Your powers are dormant, not gone. I can help you control them.” I snorted, crossing my arms over my chest. “Oh, really? You’re not the enemy, then? That’s rich, coming from the guy who kidnapped me from my wedding.” The memory flashed hot and bitter—silk veil torn, the scent of lilies crushed underfoot, the cold bite of his grip as he dragged me away from that altar. I’d been furious then, and I was furious now, even if the groom I’d left behind had barely known my name, let alone my heart.

Sophie shifted her seat beside me as she spoke. “What do you mean their first?” The coldness of the Dark Woods seemed to grow stronger and stronger each moment. The rustling in the woods, the howls of the wolves, and the invisible eyes that I felt before seemed to flood all my senses. Petra locked her eyes on Sophie. “We are not their first.” Everyone’s eyes and ears were all focused on Petra. “We are not the first captives the blood drinkers took.” Sophie gasped beside me with her hand placed over her mouth.

My heart fluttered as he did this, knowing that he was going to make a brilliant father. But suddenly… I found myself staggering in pain. Pain searing through my body… Hardly able to keep myself upright. “What’s wrong, baby?!” Lorenzo asked, alarmed, a terrified expression on his face. “I think my water just broke…” THE END Follow me on i*******m @agkbooks

“And just like that, I wasn’t the girl who danced on stages anymore. I wasn’t the pawn, or the contract, or the captive. I was Lena. A wife. A mother. A woman who chose love, even in the ashes of war. We began with ink on paper…a contract that should have ruined me. But here we stand, bound not by signatures, but by love. No chains. No conditions. Just us.” THE END!! Or is it?

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.