Captive Prince Novels & Stories

I'm looking at him when his lone eye moves up to where Reeina and I are sitting and fixes on me. He advances across the arena slowly. It doesn't look very threatening despite its size and the fact that it now looks like a huge beast that would swallow me in one bite. I shrink further into my seat, hoping to disappear. The door on the right opens and the other Prince enters the arena. He's the one I saw arguing with my captor in his room. The one who is moody and seemed very unhappy with me. He is still in human form and has golden eyes. Your hair looks like my captor's. Black as coal, but very short. He wears blood-colored armor and carries a dagger in each hand. He does look threatening. Ve

"Please pardon us for entering. without permission. The Northern Princess, Princess Cathy, was abducted! ” It was like cold water was poured on Duke Dominic when he heard what the beta he was signing to watch over his daughter, who wanted to go shopping, said. Meanwhile, Caisen was unable to speak, as if he were stoned in his seat. His face couldn't show any emotion, but one could feel the murderous intent in his aura and hormones. "They came back," Caisen murmured. Duke Dominic and the rest glanced at Caisen. "What do you mean?" Crown Prince Dominic asked.

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

I shook my head, went to sit on the bed at the opposite side and leaned my back against the wall without taking my eyes off him. “What are you doing here? Sorry, what's your name?” I murmured apologetically. “I was captured.” He simply replied. “My name is Zayne.” “Zayne? Zayne who?” I asked with a little frown. His eyes dimmed. “I am Zayne, prince of the Vampires.” I gasped. A Vampire prince?

There were three guys standing in the alley and one guy bleeding on his knees in the mud. I recognized the three standing guys instantly even in the terrible lighting. You couldn’t go to Kingsborough University without knowing exactly who they were. The Kensington brothers.. campus royalty and billionaire heirs. They were untouchable and arrogant rich psychos who treated the entire school like their own personal playground. Declan Kensington stepped forward. He wasn’t wearing a coat just a black t-shirt that clung to his muscular chest in the rain and he looked entirely too happy to be standing in a dirty alleyway. He pulled his leg back and delivered a brutal sweeping kick straight to the k

just like I can't forgive you! I was panting hard, shaking my head. "We're like brothers, man. Just let me go, and I'll forget all this ever happened." "No way. You've got to despise me!" he shot back. "Think about it... Without me, how are you going to pay back that 7.5 million bucks? They'll ship you off to the Mykar Borderlands, and that's a fate worse than death!" I was stalling for time, talking to him slowly.

"But not quite right. Kira, bring the uniform." The golden-haired woman stepped forward, and I saw the triumph in her green eyes. She held a bundle of gray fabric that she dropped at my feet with deliberate carelessness. "Servants wear gray in Blackthorne Keep," Dante explained, his tone almost conversational. "As do slaves. And that's what you are now, Princess. Not a prisoner of war. Not a hostage. A slave. My personal property, to do with as I please." "I am the heir to Silvermoon—"

“I'm not gay okay, I love women of all kinds so why in the world would you ask me to seduce a man?” “Because it's the only way you'll ever leave this house, unless you're better off as a puppet than the owner of the city's biggest bank.” "You are telling me," I said slowly, "to seduce my captor in order to escape my captivity?" "I'm telling you it's the only door in this house that isn't locked." Across the gym, Lorenzo turned. His eyes went directly to me, like he always knew exactly where I was in whatever space he occupied, and I felt that look arrive somewhere in my chest with a thud I had absolutely no language for and no intention of examining.

He responded looking deep into my eyes before turning to the view the largest bay window off to the side offered us of the town below, his kisses all over my face. I had finally, found my happily ever after with my own Mafia Boss beside me, all I had to do… was become His Captured Princess. ~The End~

If this was the end of whatever was left of me, then fuck it… I wasn’t meeting it on my knees. They didn’t look like the scavengers who had dragged me across the mountains. The older one moved with tight control, silver-trimmed furs on his shoulders, face hard and unreadable. The younger one wore dark silk and already had a sharp, restless smirk on his mouth. Both of them carried the kind of presence that made the air feel thicker. Hoax stepped forward and dropped to one knee. “My Princes,” he said, voice careful. “Prince Vaelin. Prince Kaelen. The highest-grade captives from the eastern markets, as requested.”