Captive Synonym Novels & Stories

"No one will ever hurt you again." Isabella cried in his arms like a wounded dove. And I was dragged away like a common criminal. New York City Detention Center, Cell Block 7. This was where they held women on remand for minor charges. When they pushed me into the cell, a few imposing women surrounded me. "New girl? What're you in for?" The leader was a large woman with tattooed arms. "Assault," I answered simply. "Ooh, a little spitfire," the woman grinned, cracking her knuckles. "You know the rules here? Newbies pay a protection fee."

Then Tyler says, quietly but with absolute conviction: "She's been conditioned. That's what they do." "She wasn't, it didn't look like conditioning. It looked real." "It always looks real." He pulls a chair around and sits facing me, elbows on his knees. "Leo. That's the whole mechanism. It's not fake happiness they manufacture, it's real happiness they engineer. They create circumstances that make the captive feel genuinely safe, genuinely accepted, genuinely valued, and then that feeling becomes the evidence the captive uses to tell themselves they're not a captive." I want to argue with him. I sit with the impulse and let it pass.

The crowd erupted like a thunderclap. “Isn’t that the crippled wolf? How is Barry losing to him?” “No wonder the Elder agreed to marry his daughter off—this Colin isn’t some ordinary Warrior at all!” “So, this is the ‘Alpha’ of Coyote Pack? Hah!” Each whisper was a blade, each glance a brand. The words sliced into Barry’s pride, feeding the one fear he could never bear— that he was nothing without his Alpha blood. And now, Colin’s iron grip had stripped him bare before them all.

"Do not worry, Ma'am. I am friends with the owner. You know. Same feathers going out together." My brows knitted in confusion. I feel like my head throbbed a bit at his last words. That should be birds of the same feather flock together, right? "We look exactly the same so we get along well. If you see us... hay! I am telling you right now, Ma'am, we look like twins! You will be confused. Your head might hurt and you will not yet find out who is who." My brow raised, choosing to stay silent. He just smirked at me.

Diandra confesses. “ and even now, in the Arms of your enemy, you still make my life a living hell, what makes it different between him and Lucien? They both took you against your will yet you are hypocritical to fall in love with your captor, and not only mate him but have his child! What gives you the right to have that life and not me!” “ you’re sick”

"What do you mean by captive? Aren't you his mate?" "I don't understand the concept of your world." I began, peering into Alpha Sofiane's steel grey eyes. "Two days ago. My life was my own. The next minutes. I was too drunk for my own good and encountered a man being murdered. I was supposed to be next too but seemed like someone had other plans. Now I'm trapped in this house with a demented werewolf. If you think I was dangerous and not to be trusted like your mind keeps screeching out, do you think I would sit here and just wait for you?"

Collette said as she mimicked Allen's expressionless face earning a chuckle from the two guys. "Oh sure. Go ahead." Primo said and the girl left. "So, I'm Cain, set designer and I'm here to tell you the theme for today." The designer started. "Please to meet you, Mr. Cain." "Am too. Y'know you're such a pretty ypung man, good for a model." the latter said as he examined Primo from head to toe. "Thank you, but I have no interest in modeling." Primo chuckled nervously as he lightly scratched his cheek.

Seeing the feet pause outside of the stall, I shoved the door hard outward, smacking whoever had been standing there. Not bothering to wash my hands, I quickly unlocked the bathroom door and ran out, only to be captured by the freaking guy. “Let me go, asshole,” I muttered bitterly. “Are you Jade Pinkerton?” He inquired and I eyed him strangely. “What if I am what it is to you?” I questioned. “I am a member of the OCH, and we are a worldwide organization,” he stated, and I gave him a stoic glare. “Order of the Cryptid Hunters and I knew your father. I recognize his ball cap and you have his eyes.”

"Why would you think I care? Gianni kidnapped me, Talon. I am his captive, this isn't some twisted love story, I have no interest in Gianni at all." "Yeah? You keep telling yourself that." I crossed my arms and glared out of the window. I pushed my food around on my plate. "What's wrong, Gattina?" "Nothing." "You've barely touched your food and you look annoyed. Don't lie to me." I sighed and dropped my fork, "Nothing is wrong, I'm just in a bad mood. Can you drop it, please?" "Fine. I have some associates I need to meet and then I'll be back at the hotel. Would you like Talon to take you back, or would you like to go with me?"

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.