Captive Romance Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

And then they both walked out too, leaving me on my knees with tears burning the back of my eyes and shame engulfing me whole in its blazing flames as Oliver’s come dried on my breasts and ruled my taste buds. . . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other completed books? Read CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. Bride To Be. And check out: TWISTED MARRIAGE- A Dark MMf Mafia Romance!!

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.

“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

That intoxicating scent filled the air, thick and dizzying. “Now,” he said softly, “start moving on me—as if the only thing that could soothe your hunger was my thighs… and my cock.” My hips began to move on their own. Pleasure surged through me like fire in my veins, blinding, uncontrollable. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. There was only him. “What’s happening to me?” I panted, my voice breaking. “Well, darling,” he replied, his tone calm, almost amused, though edged with command, “what’s happening is quite simple—we’ve been bonded. It’s… rare for my kind.”

“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?

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s

We picked up flat, smooth stones and squatted along the lake's side, trying to skip them over the water. As our stones skimmed and danced across the lake's surface, laughter resounded across the area. We were driven to find the ideal skipping stone by our competitive nature. Our laughing entwined, forming a song that only we could hear, and the happiness of the moment was real. As evening fell, we made our way back to the picnic blanket where we reclined side by side and gazed up at the starry sky. We held hands and enjoyed every precious moment we had together. The background noises of the park gave us the impression that we were the main characters in our own love story. In that rented par