Captors Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hearing my walkie-talkie click, I glanced down at it in my hand. “We caught her, but Marcus was injured. The female is a wildcat,” James growled. Chuckling, I said, “But he is still alive. Bring her to my bedroom and ready the redhead in the hallway outside. I will need her to prove my point to the stubborn she-devil.” “I will cover her head and bring her straight away,” James stated and ended his transmission. Grinning sardonically, I hurried to my bedroom to prepare the chains and cuffs that would hold my female captive.

He adds. "Who the hell is 'he'?" I snap. "And… she's clueless as well. Terrible!" I take a moment to think about it and realize that he might be speaking of Allister. A shiver runs down my spine. What in the goddess's name have I gotten myself into? I feel a liquid down the side of my mouth, and I lick it off. It tastes metallic... 'Blood, my blood.' I’ve got a split lip. I look at my Captor, and feel like a scared little cat. He is well built, his face straight and uninterested. He appears elusive by nature, and everything about him commands attention and respect.

They stared at me through the car review mirror, and I thought I recognized them; they were the same men that sat with my hot capturer at the bar. I panicked, my heart running three times its normal rate, and as if they could hear it, they immediately dropped their gazes. "Don't worry, Cara, they won't hurt you," my capturer said as he entered the car, shutting the door. "What's your name?" I asked Mr. Hot Freak. "Rollins, Alpha Rollins," he responded.

“This time I am here to tell you that Dark Cape will be the future base of Red Flame. We must make this place into an entity that is not afraid of any forces, including the two empires. “So Killer, you must hurry up and buy those various weapons and equipment I asked you to.” “Roger that, Captain,” Killer replied respectfully. “The equipment that was shipped here two days ago can pull the magnetic fields over to conceal Dark Cape after it is assembled. I have also hired technicians to come over. It won't take long before Dark Cape can stop fearing any large missile attack. Coupled with my demonstrated strength, we have met the two conditions Rory mentioned. After this, I will leave the rest

He opened it and laid three photographs on the table side by side. CCTV images. Grainy in the way that footage became when it had been captured from a distance and digitally enhanced. The timestamp on each read 13:02. Two minutes into the attack. "I have colleagues in Montenegro," the detective said quietly. "I asked them to pull footage from every camera within a five hundred meter radius of your villa. Most of them captured nothing useful. But this one," he tapped the middle photograph, "is positioned on a building two streets from your company exit. Not the main exit." He tapped again. "This one. The side exit. The shortcut."

"Thank you." As the boat pulled away from the mainland, I poured red wine for us and raised my glass. "To our new beginning!" Just then, a massive firework bloomed in the sky, lighting up the night. I saw a superyacht approaching in the distance. Several people stood in a line at the bow and seated in their center was a familiar figure. Fiorenzo. "Signorina Diamante, Don Ricci says this fireworks display is to celebrate finding you. He hopes you enjoy it. Now please come back with us." Matteo shouted through a megaphone.

Hard to tell. Figures emerged from the tree line. Not federal agents. Not military. Something else. People wearing tactical gear marked with symbol I didn't recognize—a spiral consuming itself. Moving with coordination that suggested hive mind rather than individual soldiers. "Target acquired," one said. Voice flat. Emotionless. "Eva Morrison. Prototype Generation One. Retrieve for processing." They raised weapons. Not guns. Devices that hummed with the same quantum energy I felt growing inside me. Weapons designed specifically to capture rather than kill.

was already in place near the fuel storage. Everything was set. Now I just needed to wait for the right moment. The three enforcers charged at the captives with terrifying speed. These weren’t ordinary wolves, they were massive, bred and trained specifically for killing. Their muscles rippled under their fur, jaws capable of crushing bone with a single bite. The captives scattered immediately. Two went down within seconds, torn apart before they could even scream. But Jack didn’t run. He stood his ground, and I saw the moment the stimulant fully kicked in. His posture changed. His eyes sharpened. His movements became faster, more precise.

He covered his nose while trying to cover the girl with a blanket he picked up somewhere. Sixinere noticed that the girl is not in her right mind, this is heat, he knows it. He needs to get out of here before it triggered his rut and do something unforgivable to her. “This is not good. You’re just an omega how can you have these strong pheromones?” he just asked as he removed the hair that was blocking the girl's face.

At any cost. Casper… he’s also waiting for somewhere in there. With valor, I nod at everyone. “Let’s go. It is time.” We still walk in silence since there are some hunters guarding the captives. I wanna yell when I saw their condition, most of them are elders and kids. They’re bruised and bleeding. How heartless are human indeed?