Captives Novels & Stories

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?

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.

Let me be with them… The sailors dragged them out of the ship and the sorroundings became more noisy “excuse me, where are they taking those captives?” he ask one of the passenger and the response shock him “You don’t know? They are rare! Two ability users and a lycanthrope! The market will run wild if they will be sold”

Well, I can say at this very moment, our capturers do not wish for us to know who they are. Next, I can hear what sounds like steel chairs being stacked together; we are about to be tied up, if we shall be tortured, that I do not have any answer as well. With that, they lead us each to a chair and tie us to it very firmly, perhaps once inch too firm for your hand to move comfortably around. Yet, lesson one of being captured… Shut your fucking mouth. And that is what we do as our capturers are yet to make themselves known. They have taken their conversation far off in the distance from where their words sound only but a mumble.

I answered coldly. I saw Gabriel give Gerson a glance. And as if Gerson confirmed my words, he also nodded curtly to Gab. “We had them tied and brought to the gazebo,” Loid reported. Gabriel said it was a common drill to bring captives into covered areas because if they have anyone outside behind a sniper rifle, these captives would mostly like to be shot dead to avoid exposing any details of their activities, including telling who sent them or who is behind all of these invasions.

Bound by the very clothes that had once shielded them, they stood as captives, at the mercy of those they had underestimated. With the captives securely restrained, Blake said, "Let's search them for the key to unshackle George. Take also their phones and any weapons they might have," Blake ordered. They confiscated the captives' phones and knives. Addressing the restrained men, Blake continued, "I wonder what drove your interest in werewolves. Why did you kidnap George? Did you plan to turn him into a monster?" He scanned their faces, but they remained silent. "We may carry the Lycan curse, as yo

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.

Safari asked. The chief gambler, Red Saint replied, "Nothing that I know of. Shit's good on my side. You?." Red Saint eyed Safari and observed that the latter wasn't even smoking. The frown on his face became harder. "I have a group of captives. Shit, they appear not to be human. They look and act like animals and things out of the world. I need a way to kill them but they aren't dying no matter how much I shoot. This has made business hard in the next few days."

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.

"Come for me, Belle," Noah urged, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate grind. "Show me how much you want this." But just as the intensity of their passion reached its peak, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway outside, and both of them froze. Belle’s heart raced as she stared at the door, her pulse pounding in her ears. They were caught, there was no way they could explain this away if someone walked in. The door wasn’t locked, and anyone could push it open at any moment.