Captive Synonym Novels & Stories

She looked down at us to see that there was no space which meant no way for her to escape this time. I took my fingers to her face, gripped her jaw slightly with my fingers, and titled her chin, making her face me with our gazes meeting she had this sharp intake of breath when I slowly grazed my thumb across her jaw, "start talking moy lunnyy svet." My moonlight. "You still haven't told me what that means." She tried avoiding the question again, her eyelids blinking with her fluttering long lashes. "In this situation it means brat."

"I've been here for several months, but look at me, I am still strong as fuck." Blade just rolled her eyes up. And just a minute passed, they arrived at the dining area. There, she found a small number of captives, but most of them were popular figures that Blade knew. She swallowed after seeing them one by one. They are all famous for being strong, and yet they are here as hopeless captives. Blade clenched her hand as she felt extreme disappointment. How could she even escape if the stronger people are still here? She just sat there and massaged her head. Luckily, they removed the handcuffs. She just bowed her head to avoid meeting the other prisoner eyes and stared at the food that they s

“Our father is having us watched. We can’t be seen publicly associating with a tutor. It has to be done behind closed doors. Here. You live with us, or you walk out that door right now and sleep in the gutter.” I looked from Silas’s icy glare to Declan’s wicked amusement and finally to Jasper’s unyielding authority. I searched desperately for a crack in their armor, a single ounce of empathy. There was none. They had built a perfect, inescapable cage and they had just locked the door. I took a deep, shaking breath. My pride screamed at me to spit in their faces and walk away. But my survival instincts, honed from years of scraping by, roared louder.

When he finally leaves, I hear the soft click of a lock. He's locked me. And that's when I realized for certain: I'm not his wife, but his prisoner.

This one looked really advanced. Who then found me? Was I safe now? What if they were more dangerous than the ones I had been running from? How long was I out? I wondered. It was better I pretended to be unconscious to gather as much information as I could about the place. I closed my eyes and pressed my arms to my sides. Not too much, so I wouldn’t look suspicious. I was thankful for that choice when the door opened and I heard two pairs of footsteps walk into the room. “She’s very beautiful. She will make a nice slave for our king.” I heard a soft female voice mutter.

"Or did I let myself believe there was something good about him? Was that the curse… or was that me?" Kaeleen stood in the doorway, her face impassive but her energy humming with discomfort. She moved at last, her voice steady. "Feelings conceived in captivity are the cruelest," she said. "They blur the distinction between longing and survival. When the world is dark, even the faintest flame seems like hope." Emereah covered her face with her palms. "I didn't just feel safe with him. I felt… seen. He called me his. He held me when I screamed at night. He attempted to make me think I was more than a slave."

Sensing my gaze, Eugene struggled to turn to look at me. His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. His voice was hoarse. "Sherlyn, save me quickly." The scene was the same as in my previous life, and I clenched my fists tightly. So, I was reborn, back to ten years ago. The fear of falling from the high building and the suffocating pain still gripped my heart. Looking at the desperate plea for help in Eugene's eyes, I only felt hatred and ridicule. I thought, ”Eugene, this time, I will never interfere in your disgusting love game. You deserve to rot to death in this dark alley."

It doesn’t matter anyway as long as he's with me. When he's near me I felt safe. Like everything else is non-existent. I stopped dead. What about the thing he unceremoniously attached to my ear? Is he going to remove it? What if he does? Would I run? No, I would not run. If being Alaric's captive means safety from my family and my fiancé then I rather stay with him. And besides, this place already felt home. That makes me his willing prisoner. Do I want to stay? Yes.

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