Captive Romance Novels & Stories

The experience wasn’t just one of pure bliss, but everlasting peace. “I love you, my Alpha,” I whispered, kissing Cillian for the millionth time. “I love you too, my Luna,” Cillian responded after the kiss. Nothing would ever separate us. Like this, we belonged to each other forever and ever. YOU HAVE NOW REACHED THE END OF ALPHA’S REDEMPTION: BOOK 2. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 3: THE RETURN OF COLTON DE’ LUCA.

"I want us to talk." "About what?" His eyes went to Ryan. "Some things that don't need strangers interference." A scoff left my lips. I hadn't seen him for a month and I thought when I did it would be better. That he would somehow be different. Nevertheless, the attitude he was showing me was that of the first Angelo who controlled me and toyed with my emotions. When he took me captive. "Ryan is not a stranger." I declared. Then intertwined our hands together. Angelo's eyes slightly widened as his gaze shifted down to our joined hands. "He's my boyfriend."

he cursed, his hands tangling in her hair as she continued her ministrations. She bobbed her head slowly, her movements deliberate and controlled, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. Marco’s hips twitched involuntarily, but he forced himself to remain still, allowing her to take the lead. Delilah relished the power she held in this moment, feeling the strength of her own desires radiating through her body. She increased the pace, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, stroking him faster and harder with each passing second. Marco’s moans grew louder, filling the library as his restraint began to crumble. "Delilah, I… I can’t hold back much longer," he warned, his voice ragged with ne

numb from the rain, this time definitely felt something, but in the same way the sensation had arrived, everything else disappeared almost instantly, her body fell completely inert into the arms of her captor, a massive man with dark eyes, the same guy who had beaten her before she could escape. Her head was pounding, as if her heart had decided to find a new place to beat other than her chest, each beat sending a wave of pain through her body, her face feeling heavy and swollen, opening her eyes or at least trying, she felt nauseated and the weight of her own head managed to make her fall, she wasn't sure if she was standing up or lying down, she felt almost as if she were floating, and her

Defiant, beautiful, and now a target painted in bright red by both the Rossis and quite possibly her own father. Inside the villa, Elena tried to lose herself in the art studio Enzo had prepared for her. The scent of oil paint and turpentine filled the sunlit room, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every distant engine sound made her flinch. She was no longer just a kidnapped bride. She was a symbol. A trophy. A traitor in the eyes of two powerful families. The first explosion came without warning. The ground trembled violently. Glass rattled in the windows. Elena dropped her brush, crimson paint splattering across the floor like fresh blood. Alarms blared throughout the villa.

He whispered in her ear and kissed it. "Spare me for today. Maybe next time." She said helplessly, none of her excuses worked on him. "We will do it next time too." He whispered in her ear. Her breath started to get heavy. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. He captured her lips within his once again before trailing down to her jaw, neck, and collarbone, leaving behind his love marks. She pursed her lips in a thin line to control all the sinful sounds.

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"Or did I let myself believe there was something good about him? Was that the curse… or was that me?" Kaeleen stood in the doorway, her face impassive but her energy humming with discomfort. She moved at last, her voice steady. "Feelings conceived in captivity are the cruelest," she said. "They blur the distinction between longing and survival. When the world is dark, even the faintest flame seems like hope." Emereah covered her face with her palms. "I didn't just feel safe with him. I felt… seen. He called me his. He held me when I screamed at night. He attempted to make me think I was more than a slave."

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.

He took half a step back, his eyes widening a fraction. "What the hell did you do to me?" I snarled, but my voice wavered. A deep, unfamiliar cramp clenched low in my belly, followed by another gush of wetness. My knees buckled. A slow, predatory smirk spread across his lips, transforming his face from furious to fiercely triumphant. "You’re in heat, little wolf." The words meant nothing and everything. Heat. An irresistible, primal call. Before I could process it, he bent, hooked his arms under my knees and back, and lifted me effortlessly.