Captive Romance Books Novels & Stories

I open to the first page, and the handwriting makes my heart stop. It's mine. My handwriting. My words. January 15th. I married Damien Cross yesterday on New Year's Eve. Everyone says I'm the luckiest woman in the world. So why do I feel like I just made the worst mistake of my life? I sink to the floor, the journal clutched in my hands, and start reading. The early entries are conflicted, showing a woman who loved a man but feared him in equal measure. Ava, the woman I was, wrote about Damien's charm and his coldness, his generosity and his control. She wrote about feeling trapped even in the early days of their marriage, about wondering if the man she fell in love with ever really existed.

“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.

Jake replied, his hand sliding along her hot thigh. Every movement Jake made was an act of devotion. His lips traced the glowing veins beneath her skin, as though he wanted to claim every strand of energy as his own. Sadira’s body arched with each touch. When Jake finally sank his fingers into her warmth, Sadira cried out, her claws digging deep into the sheets. The energy in the room began to vibrate; the small lamps on the nightstands flickered, and the sharp scent of ozone filled the air. When Jake finally entered her, they both gasped. Their union was more than physical—the Core’s power linked their nerves. Jake saw Sadira’s visions, and Sadira felt every beat of Jake’s heart and the fie

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

“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?

His scent, the firmness of his chest against my back, the confident claim in his hands—all blurred my thoughts and made my head spin. And the most dangerous part was the truth I didn’t dare say aloud. I was enjoying it. Every sinful second of it. “Kai,” he breathed against my skin, my name falling from his lips like something forbidden. His fingers closed around my nipples, pinching hard enough to send a sharp burst of pain through my chest. I cried out. The sound had barely left my mouth when Caspian bent his head. His lips found the aching flesh he’d tormented, warm and merciless as he drew it into his mouth.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

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He ordered, one of the men hurriedly walked towards my cage, not meeting his eyes and cowering in fear. He unlocked the cage and went back to where he came from. I didn't move, I didn't even breathe, I wanted to see what he would do, I just can't give myself to the devil that easily. He has to fight me to touch me, I will fight him tooth and nail before he can put his finger on my body. Damien’s chuckle echoed in the living room as he looked at my stubborn defiance. “ I am going to enjoy every single second of breaking your defiance, Slave.” He growled low in his throat, his wolf shining through his eyes and his canines sharpened.

She walked over and turned the knob. It wasn't locked. It opened slowly, and she peeped inside. Books. Shelves and shelves of books. The floor was soft, rugged carpet. The room was warm and inviting. Was this a study room? She was amazed by the structure and arrangement. Everything was perfect. Everything was organized. It looked like a sanctuary. She walked inside like she owned the place and touched the books. Who knew that the devil's incarnate could love books? She checked through them. They were nice books. Expensive editions. First editions of classics. Novels. Philosophy. History. Poetry.