Captive Synonym Novels & Stories

he asked, getting up and stepping forward to stand in front of the small TV. “That’s his father. Van Di Corvo. He rules over my father and all the other cartels. He’s the Capo dei Capi,” I explained, walking up behind him and placing a hand on his back as he continued to stare at the screen. “A capo is-” I began to explain, but he finished for me, saying, Boss of bosses. I didn’t think he would know that since he didn’t know many things. “Are you okay, my love?” I asked gently, noticing the shift in his expression, and he nodded. “I’m fine. I just have this weird feeling… like I know them.”

"I thought we were way past you being my slave. You can't be my slave and talk to me like that. Looking me straight in the eye. You wouldn't dare." "Then what am I?" I stepped closer. "Because you treat me like property one minute and your mate the next. I can't keep up with which version of you I'm supposed to deal with." "Both." He moved toward me. "You get both. The Alpha who demands respect and the mate who will burn the world down to keep you safe. You're still my captive, little bird." "I don't want either." I shoved him again. "I want freedom. I want a choice. I want to stop feeling like I'm drowning every time you touch me. I want to be able to call you what you are, an arrogant, dom

“They’re aiming higher — global reach, advanced tech, even more ruthless methods.” Petrov joined them, his face grim. “We caught chatter about an emerging network called ‘The Covenant.’ Small cells, extreme loyalty, unknown leadership.” Bain’s fists clenched. “We need eyes on them. We can’t let history repeat itself.” Meanwhile, Elias was back in the safe house, sketching intently. This time, his drawings weren’t just peaceful places; they were battlegrounds — fierce warriors standing guard, shields raised, a family protecting its own. Vulture visited him there, offering quiet encouragement. “You’re becoming quite the artist.”

The sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore created a soothing melody, and the stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky. "Sophia," Marcus said, his voice filled with emotion as he turned to face her. "From the moment I met you, I knew that you were someone special. You're the sunshine that brightens up my day, and the calm in every storm. You're my best friend, my partner, and my soulmate. I know we started off on a really bad state, you were my captive,” he chuckled. "A captive that has stolen my heart over and over again.” "No longer a captive, hello?” Sophia chips in as they both laughed.

He threw his jacket on the chair and called Antonio. “Where are you? Some people dare to make love in my office! Quickly clean up this mess!” He then terminated the phone call without waiting for an answer. “Do you also... frequently do that with your captive women in this place?” Poppy unconsciously expressed the contents of her mind. “My captive woman is only one,” Robin stated flatly as he sat down and turned on his computer. “Sit down. Don't stare at me all the time.” Poppy gave a faint smile, realizing that the captive girl Robin was referring to was herself. “Well. So, do I need to practice shooting now? Let's just cancel it.”

How could something so monumental be hidden from her for so long? When she arrived at the apartment, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the city. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar scent of Noah’s cologne and the sight of their shared life wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, but today it felt different. Tainted.

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

I guessed right I'm just like a pawn in a Maths game and I walked into the trap directly but no I am not giving up. Surely my father is one of the wealthiest businessmen in the city, and Mat's men must have known they could get a fortune if they held me for ransom. But I am not going to let that happen. I know my father would pay any amount but being held captive like that was too much. I had to act, or I would be forced to live the life of a hostage.