Captive Romance Books Novels & Stories

"How did you escape?" "Escape what, Imara?" "The werewolves!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch. "Leo said they held you captive. He said the Silvercrest had dragged you into their Spire to use you as a bargaining chip. He was frantic, Kira. He said they were monsters who dressed in silk but smelled like the grave." I felt Dante’s gaze on the back of my neck. I knew what he was thinking. Technically, he had taken me. Technically, I had been brought to the Spire against my will. But the word 'captive' felt like a garment that didn't fit anymore.

“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.” Her words seared through me like flame, burning away the last of my restraint. She was right. Emily was my Fate Mate. No matter how proud she acted, she would return. And when she did, I would give her everything—make her the most exalted Luna in the Pack. But then the news came. Her parents had begun preparing the wedding rites. She was truly going to Bond with that Bayport Warrior. My blood roared in

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“You're submissive? Like 50 Shades of Grey submissive stuff?” That movie was really hot. Maybe this would be fun. Maybe he’d be less of a creeper than that guy. He was already way sexier. Everything he did made me want to drag him home to fill my desperate pussy. “No, that story was written by a woman who had no understanding of the world that I live in. I am a dominant, not a sadist, and she was neither. I don’t have stupid rules about not touching me or sleeping with me. I simply enjoy having a woman that is unable to say, ‘no’ to me. If she does, she gets punished, which I also enjoy to some degree.

Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

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I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.