Captive Romance Novels & Stories

“I’m not asking for romance, Cameron. I’m asking you to put your hands on me before I scream from lack of touch.” He should have stepped back. Should have remembered the corner office he was days away from, the stock options, the life he had bled for. Instead he stared at her mouth and felt his control snap like cheap thread. She felt it too. Her pupils blew wide. “Tomorrow,” she whispered, “you’ll sit across from my husband and pretend you’ll remember exactly how I taste. And you’ll still want more.” She rose on her toes and brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, barely a kiss, more a promise. Then she picked up the bottle, turned, and walked out.

"I would like to think i look good... with all the staring you've been doing since you came here." "Do not flatter yourself." He took a step forward. Just once, without any threat or command. Just that proximity. Close enough for me to smell him... clean soap, cinnamon, and certainly some sort of pheromones that was making me have this intense primal heat for him. It couldn't be natural. No. No. It couldn't. Luca Romano knew what he was doing to me. "Say the word, amorino," He said, keeping his voice low. "Tell me to go..."

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

~Ioana~ [⚠️ This chapter contains romantic tension and mild innuendo. Read at risk] I was back at the place I recognised. I knew that immediately I saw the familiar ceiling above. The moment I opened my eyes, light immediately flooded in. For a moment everything was calm. I didn't think. Just me and the ceiling. Light streamed in from the curtain, tranquility set in. It was as if I hadn't woken up yet. I lay on my bed.

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

she said softly, “I used to dream about having a daughter. One I could spoil, shop with, laugh with like this.” My fork paused midair. “And Massimo?” I teased gently. “He wasn’t enough?” She laughed. “Oh, he was too much. He came into this world already angry.” Then her voice softened. “But you… you bring out something in him. Something I thought was gone forever.” Her words warmed and unsettled me all at once. I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that the man who took me could also love me and let me go. But the thought lingered, dark and quiet — what if the love I felt was just another form of captivity?

Her eyes widened, "What?! Oh. That's... Some love story." "I know what you must be thinking, but I didn't fall for him because he's my captive. I fell for him once I started getting to know him better. At first he terrified me." "I'm not judging. Sometimes the most unconventional romances turn out to be the best," she smiled slightly, "We were forced together in an attempt to call a truce between the families. At first I hated his guts, I couldn't stand him. But, much like you, I fell in love with him after a while. But as you know, it was one sided. He was miserable with me."

“Let her go.” “You’re in no position to bargain,” the man sneered. Lucia lunged forward, knocking the weapon aside. A shot went off; sparks flared from the metal rail. Chaos erupted — shouts, running feet, the roar of the sea. Elena wrenched free and stumbled toward Alessandro. Their eyes met across the chaos — a second of pure understanding, sharp as lightning. Then a figure stepped out from the shadows at the base of the ship’s ramp. Salvatore Romano.

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 huffed. “Knot?” I thought in befuddlement. “It's how werewolves and lycans mate. The male will knot you while he gives you his mate mark. It makes your consciousness bind together and is a lovely bond,” she clarified while Nikolai stood there eyeing me with a smirk. “Are you ready?” Exhaling deeply, I nodded, and he offered me his hand. Placing mine timidly into his hand, he escorted me out of his room, downstairs, then through his enormous house to the back sliding glass doors.