Novel & Cerita Captive Romance Novels

Standalone Novels Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story Poor Unfortunate Wolf Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves (Continuation to Poor Unfortunate Wolf) Wolves at the Lycan’s Door The Rogue & the Rose Other Fantasy Novels: Blue Moon Bed & Breakfast A Bear’s Mirrored Romance Stay tuned for new novels soon.

~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.

I lifted my hands to his chest, pressed against the warmth of him, and whispered, “I love you, Ethan. I’ve always—” He quieted me with his lips. A slow, sensual kiss that was full of morning, full of sunlight, full of home. The way he kissed me now wasn’t rushed or needy. It was almost...sacred. The kind of kiss that seeps into your very soul and stays there. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing against him as if I could never get close enough. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered between kisses. “Of you in my arms like this. No walls. No fear. Just us.”

“I’ll walk you—” “You won’t,” Damien cut in. Lucian just laughed. “Always so territorial.” I didn’t wait around to hear more. I went back to my room, heart pounding, thoughts a mess. Damien’s POV The fire in the study burned low. The night was quiet, except for the whisper of paper as I flipped open the file. Her file. Claire Hensley. Lucian stood near the shelf, arms folded. “So who is hot fiesty chic really?”

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."

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

I can see him kneel down on the floor and opened my legs wider. "W-wait.." i said, trying to get up and stop him from opening my legs. It is just too embarrassing. He grab my thighs and keep my legs wide open. "Stay like this or i swear i will tie you to the bed in this position." I know that he was serious with his words. Then he kissed my knees, then traveled even closer to my entrance. Then he licked my entrance and entered his tongue inside of me. I place one of my hand to his hair and moaning his name loudly. Then he stood and i feel something is missing. I want him. I want him now. I want him bad.

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.

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.”