Captive Synonym Mga Nobela at Kwento

"For now, you are. But remember, you're not alone in this. I'll make sure you have everything you need, but you must also understand the consequences of trying to escape." Her gaze held mine, a mix of fear and defiance. "I'm not going to make this easy for you, Angelo." I simply inclined my head, acknowledging her spirit. "Good. I'd expect nothing less." With that, I turned and left her alone, wondering how this captive would fit into the complicated chessboard of my life.

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"Me. Mate." I wasn't given time to process his words. The creature immediately grabbed onto the chains, breaking them from me. He freed my wrists but in turn grabbed me from the ground, carrying me bridal style, holding me captive in his arms. I pressed closer to him against my will, nuzzling my face into his soft fur, inhaling his magnificent scent with questions at the tip of my tongue. Who are you? Why do you like me? What does this mean?are we truly mates?

I made a mental note to go with whatever comes to mind as I downed the second glass. “Good girl,” he growled and for the second time, I felt those tingles in my lower stomach, forcing me to press my thighs together and he noticed. His eyes shone with mischief but he didn’t point it out. “Your turn,” “Your name,” I asked, needing to fix a name to him. As much as it was obvious that I was under his mercy, I didn’t want to keep referring to him as my captor. It only made my predicament an ugly glaring reality that continuously made me sad.

"I'll be the judge of that. I want the reports." The Captain eyed me for a moment before nodding, "You always gravitate towards the Espositos, don't you? Follow me." I followed him from his office over to a young woman with long blond hair, "Detective Swanson, this is Agent O'Clery. Help him out with what he needs." I nodded my thanks to the Captain before turning to the detective, "I need all the reports on Robert Jenkins."

“We have the armies, we have the wealth; overthrowing us is highly unlikely, even if they form a coalition.” Lord Capsian reached for the goblet in front of him, pouring himself half a goblet before setting the jug down. Capsian might not be a knight, but he was a top warrior and the Gamma of the northern packs. He hated having to explain himself to a woman who had never crossed the battlefield. He couldn't even remember the last time she transformed and trained; what she did all day was pick her fruits. The only reason she sat at the table was purely nepotism.

Where did all your confidence go now, Marco? "Boys, bring in my baby and strap him in". As I finish speaking, Marco's eyes widen in terror, and he tries to struggle against the restraints again. However, his body is weak and battered, and he can barely muster the strength to move. The guards move swiftly to comply with my orders, and soon they return with her, my beautiful baby. She is called "Kop'yo iskupen'ya" and otherwise known as "The Spear of Atonement". The instrument look like a chair with restraints, but the most beautiful qualities are the drills. There are two drills for both knees, two at the chest and one for the stomach.

It first time that I am happy and satisfied with the things which happen in my life. He stared at me with a confused face. Squeezing my hands in his he tried to speak but stopped when I showed him my palm before anything. " Did you recall something from this? The time when I was your captive I have begged you the same as your current situation. Did you hear my begging that time? No! Then I wouldn't. See Mr Fucking Wright table is turned, now I am the one who has more power than you " I told him holding my tears back so as not to break into tears.

“I'm not gay okay, I love women of all kinds so why in the world would you ask me to seduce a man?” “Because it's the only way you'll ever leave this house, unless you're better off as a puppet than the owner of the city's biggest bank.” "You are telling me," I said slowly, "to seduce my captor in order to escape my captivity?" "I'm telling you it's the only door in this house that isn't locked." Across the gym, Lorenzo turned. His eyes went directly to me, like he always knew exactly where I was in whatever space he occupied, and I felt that look arrive somewhere in my chest with a thud I had absolutely no language for and no intention of examining.

“So who is hot fiesty chic really?” “She saw me in my wolf form while I was performing the sacred moon ritual,” I said. “That’s all you need to know.” Lucian scoffed. “You kidnapped her for that?” I didn’t look up. “You’d rather the Council got her?” He frowned. “They’ll come either way. You know the rules. Humans who see us—” “Don’t live.” I finished the sentence quietly. He tilted his head. “Then why is she still breathing?”