Captivity Book Novels & Stories

The old Luna had raised me as her heir, grooming me to be his future Luna. And yet, it was Barry himself—Alpha of our pack—who cast me onto the altar of the peace treaty, gifting me to Bayport’s crippled wolf. Rumors spread through the pack overnight: “Emily must have been unworthy—why else would Barry throw away his fated mate and trade her as a hostage bride?” “Her new bond is with a crippled wolf. What a shame!” “They say the elder spoiled her, that she spends her nights in taverns—how disgraceful.”

— Tatiana — Day six. I had discovered three things about captivity: it was boring, it was boring, and it was additionally boring. I'd read everything in the library I wanted to read, and several things I didn't, and I'd reorganized all the shelves into a system that actually made sense. Author, then chronology, not some bizarre hybrid of genre and size that suggested the previous arrangement had been done by someone moving quickly in the dark and I'd written a fourteen-point complaint letter about my situation that I addressed to no one and hid under the window seat cushion.

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

“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.

He was rewriting her story, and her captivity was protection and also for his evil schemes. She looked at the heather, a spot of fragile color in the grey room. It was a gift from the one person she never expected to do such, and as he said it was a living companion. Her eyes drifted to the book in her lap, then to the quilt on the bed, to the decent food she was now regularly fed. This was the most dangerous cage yet. It wasn’t built to withstand her rage; it was built to dissolve it, to make her complicit in her own imprisonment.

But seeing them now, and knowing I was about to be a victim of them but unwillingly, unlike most of the women I’d seen that night having a time of their life, a cold shiver ran down my spine and I instinctively pressed my thighs together as though that would save me from the madness my captor was about to unleash on me. I was cut short from my wandering thoughts when he stepped into my view again, holding a handcuff and a leather whip. I expected him to order me to strip again but instead, he walked past me, placed them on a stool beside the table, and returned, only to forcefully grab my arm and jerk me up, leaving me dizzy from how fast he’d done it. He dragged me along to the table and be

His tanned skin contrasted with his orange shirt. "Good morning, Ma'am. You look so beautiful in the morning." His eyes almost disappeared because of his wide smile. "Morning." I smiled a bit. I went to the bench and sat there. I opened the book that I found at the library. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I glanced at Sandro when he sat beside me. I just smiled at him before dropping my gaze on the book. "I did not know that you love reading," he commented. "Yup," I responded, eyes remained on the book.

But now, thanks to Nikolai, they are now freshly showered, well fed and are not in a stressed situation to hide. "Adam, I don't know how long it's been since I ate like this" Kelly spoke, remembering her miserable days after she was kidnapped. The women who were kidnapped by Christian were not fed well. They used to play a vile game where the woman had to please the men to earn basic necessities like even using a bathroom or eating. If those old men are not pleased, then the women will be starved and abused. Kelly shuddered remembering those dark days. She feels dirty whenever she remembers those days.

"I found your little book.." Captain Orion's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "Vera, please -" "No," I said, my voice firm. "You're going to explain yourself to me. Now." Captain Orion's eyes darted back and forth, as if searching for an escape route. But I had him cornered. "Ikigan," I spat, my voice venomous. "You're working with Ikigan, aren't you?" Captain Orion's face went white, and he took a step back. "Vera, please -"

## Author's Note Hello everyone, I am incredibly grateful that you have taken the time to delve into my book “Caged by Him.” Your time and attention are invaluable, and I want to express my heartfelt thanks for allowing my story to be a part of your day. Writing this book has been a journey filled with passion, creativity, and a few challenges along the way, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.