Captive Synonym Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her breathing was so shallow her chest barely rose. “Sadira!” I tried to call louder and to free her from the cuffs, but the slightest struggle made the magnetic field respond with sharp pain. The restraints were deliberately designed to turn hybrid strength against its owner. “Sadira, wake up.” Silence. Only the distant, monotonous hum of the metal cell. Anger crept up through me. Rage at Kain, hatred for the commander, and a hot wave of helplessness. The girl had been in my arms when they captured us. I hadn’t seen where the core was.

“But I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot. I have a long, long fucking way to go. I still have so much to rob from you, so much to take you from… To the point you’re a dead woman walking. Numb. Empty. Hollow. Weak.” He got up on his feet, turning away from me. “You’ll have to live a life without Lorenzo. Beating yourself up about it for years and years to come. Knowing that you’re to blame. Knowing that his death is all your fucking fault.” He turned back, to stare at me dead in my eyes. “And you’re going to do it here, in this very room, until the day you take your last breath. Because you’ll forever be my captive.” The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smirk, as he let out a low,

He switches back to English, “How do you do that?” she tilts her head, “What?” He smiles at her, “Disarm me so completely. Break down my thoughts and show me how wrong I can be. How are you so…” She scoffs, “Normal? Sane?” He shakes his head, “The word I was looking for was ‘amazing’. You amaze me, Celine. You’ve shown compassion to the man who held you captive, you choose to keep the marks he made on your skin because they are part of who you are now, you have allowed us four into your life, even adopting one of us as a brother.” Nate whoops, Celine grins at him then turns back to George, “You are the strongest, funniest, and most caring person I’ve ever met.” He closes his eyes,

What was she now? Not a prisoner anymore, that much was clear. But not exactly free either. She lived in his estate, trained with his men, ate at his table. She existed in this strange limbo between captive and... what? Girlfriend seemed too simple a word for whatever they were becoming. "You're mine," Barry said, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble that made her stomach flip. "You've been mine since the moment your brother offered you as collateral. I just didn't know it yet."

Kayla convinced. I sighed. I have no choice but to agree with them. I should have escaped when i had the chance to. I am not worthy of this bachelotte party. It's isn't for me. But what choice do I have? These crazy ladies are already on my miserable neck. I got to do it. "Fine! Fine! Fine!" I surrendered.

"His name is Willy, he was caught close to our cargo in Auckland a few minutes ago." "Then what is SHE doing here?" Kael snarled, pointing at me. “Willy disguises himself as a girl to seduce the guards. Unfortunately, he matched Lily’s description.” Finn replied, staring at me. “You have 1 minute to get answers from him,” Keal announced then signaled Finn to leave. “C-can I go now?” I asked. Just as Kael's eyes locked onto mine the door swung open. Ava walked in smiling, struggling with her doll, a plate and a small book.

As the hours went by as she sat in her bedroom, with two security men on each side, reality slowly dawned on her. She was a captive to a mysterious man in the mafia, and her life as she knew it had ended. She wiped frantically at her eyes to stop the tears. She couldn’t afford to dwell on it. She had to find a way back home somehow; she had to find her way to Camila and reach out to her father. “Can I use the bathroom, please?” It was the first words she had spoken after a while. The men did not budge. “Really? I need to go. Are you going to prevent me from doing that?”

She hated that she was bored enough to actually want to hear from him. She'd tried making friends with one of the maids who seemed to be around her age, but they were all too careful. Too mindful. They didn't want to risk their jobs by getting close to her. By being friendly to the captive girl in the penthouse. She sighed. This was a cage. And she couldn't even try to escape because his men were everywhere. Outside the house. In the hallways. Standing like statues, guarding the place. It was impossible. So she decided to explore.

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

numb from the rain, this time definitely felt something, but in the same way the sensation had arrived, everything else disappeared almost instantly, her body fell completely inert into the arms of her captor, a massive man with dark eyes, the same guy who had beaten her before she could escape. Her head was pounding, as if her heart had decided to find a new place to beat other than her chest, each beat sending a wave of pain through her body, her face feeling heavy and swollen, opening her eyes or at least trying, she felt nauseated and the weight of her own head managed to make her fall, she wasn't sure if she was standing up or lying down, she felt almost as if she were floating, and her