Captive Romance Novels Novels & Stories

And as the image downloaded, I almost dropped my phone when I saw what it was. A severed bloody hand. . . _____ To all my dear new readers.... This book can be read as a STANDALONE, and for better understanding of the characters you can read BRIDE TO BE, it's completed!! For Antonio Rossi's book, check out: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captîve Romance, also completed. __ For my darlings, who have already read Bride To Be.... who do you think is Mr Wrong???? . Hope you all are ready for the journey ahead and will enjoy it!! Thankyou A. Gupta

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to meet his gaze. I'm glad you're safe, Aiden, but you have no right to hold me captive here. This is kidnapping, and on my wedding day, no less! His face darkened, his tall frame eclipsing hers as he moved closer, trapping her against the wall. His breath hitched in her ear. "Wedding? You were going to marry someone else to save your family's pathetic company! Using people to solve your problems, it's always been your family's style."

His lips left mine, trailing slowly down my neck and sending fresh waves of anticipation through me. A low groan escaped him. My eyes widened. What the hell was I doing? Why was I letting him touch me? Why wasn’t I pushing him away? His lips brushed my collar, his body holding mine tightly, but suddenly Bianca’s words didn’t sound nearly as tempting anymore. Because this was Valiente. The man who had taken me from Hawaii. The man who had terrified me at the hunt. The man I’d spent days wishing I could escape from. This wasn’t some fantasy. He was my captor and a manipulator.

But I also know that I need to find a way to reconcile my body's responses with my own sense of self and autonomy. I look around the room, searching for something to distract me from my thoughts but there's nothing. Wait a second, there's a library. I hastily find my way to the library and search between the shelves...the very section that caught my eyes the first time I was in here. "The Fashion Designing Books" section. I am pretty sure books like that can never be found in a library, so this section made for a reason...Is it me? Massimo knows I'm a fashion designer, so he did this for me to not feel disconnected from what I love the most while I'm his captive? That's some really romantic

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.

she said, trying to sound offended, but instead, a gasp escaped her mouth as the man took her lips passionately, his large hands caressing her body and pressing her against the bed, her erection hard and hot against her abdomen "I would love to punish you for lying to me" the man whispered hoarsely against her ear "Fuck you until you beg for forgiveness, spank that beautiful ass and tie you up as punishment" Anika gasped, as he spoke, Klaus unbuttoned the shirt Anika was wearing, slowly, exposing her pink skin, caressing her carefully, his warm hand finally cradling her sex above her underwear, filling her with need, his words were almost torture, and her body responding to each contact, sh

"How did you escape?" "Escape what, Imara?" "The werewolves!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch. "Leo said they held you captive. He said the Silvercrest had dragged you into their Spire to use you as a bargaining chip. He was frantic, Kira. He said they were monsters who dressed in silk but smelled like the grave." I felt Dante’s gaze on the back of my neck. I knew what he was thinking. Technically, he had taken me. Technically, I had been brought to the Spire against my will. But the word 'captive' felt like a garment that didn't fit anymore.

I was here because I belonged here. I was like a mouse willingly falling in love with a cat. As Caspian entered me, all else faded away, and I understood that I never wanted to leave this cage. I screamed his name, not in terror, but in a frantic, beautiful worship. I was ruined and broken, and yet I had never been happier.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.