Capture Or Kill Book Novels & Stories

Kai sat down, leaning forward; he wanted every detail and wouldn’t leave a stone unturned. “She took the book. I sensed it because I was guarding the place. I arrived, but she had already gone. Luckily I could trace the scent of the book. I found her, and I killed her. It didn’t take long — she was skilled, but not enough. I took the book back... or so I thought. It wasn’t the book. It turned out to be a copy. She must have exchanged it before I found her.” Logan let out a long, heavy sigh.

I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

I hissed. I ran at Silas. I didn't use a punch or a kick. I grabbed the leather-bound book from my pocket. It was still glowing with the purple and green light from the last chapter. I didn't throw it at him. I shoved the blue microchip, the one I had pulled from the Bryan-machine into the spine of the book. BZZZZT. The book didn't just grow this time. It opened a hole in the air. A massive, black vacuum started to suck in the gray dust. It was a "Delete" command, but it wasn't coming from the sky. It was coming from me.

The thought of his hands on Elara, of my sister hollow-eyed on the throne beside him, bearing this traitor's children, is like ice numbing me to the pain. He will never touch Elara, even if we both die here. The world pulls into a sharp relief. The sword falls, and the night turns hazy. I land on all fours. The fire in my veins twists, sharpens, and roars out of me. Killing him is the only thing on my mind. It will be the last thing I do, but I’m going to do it. Energy slams outward in a shockwave, spearing through the night air. Lucian staggers, his eyes widening as the glow of it cracks across the stones and slices through the men at his back. Their screams choke off as they fall over the

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

The Iron Wolf pack's weakness is. Bloodclaw spies may have infiltrated our business meeting. Need to set a counter-trap... Aiden seems stressed today. I’ll make his favorite steak tonight. Maybe that will help. Every page was about me. My career, my safety, my preferences. She kept every part of me in her heart. My tears mixed with the rain, dripping onto the charred pages. In a corner of the pit, I saw a small wooden object. I carefully dug it out. It was a hand-carved wolf head, only the size of my fist, but the craftsmanship was breathtaking.

"Are there any others in here?" Davis sniffs the air. "Two bodies in the bedroom." Emotion bubbles up my chest, and I let out a cry. Sara was a powerful banshee, and of course, she gave it her all. She would rather die than be taken captive by Silver Hunters. Wiping away my tears, I stand. "We'll take care of this, Nora," Davis says. "We'll make them pay." I believe him. Davis has always been fiercely protective of his pack and those he cares about. He'll do anything to avenge Sara's death.

This was wrong. "S-stop," Emma stuttered, her voice wavering and her hands trembling as she tried to push him away but he grabbed her wrists securely with his one hand and held them above her head, eyes now boring deep into hers. "This need is consuming me," he breathed out on her lips. "I want you, Emmeline," Kevin confessed, his breaths coming in heavy, controlled gasps.

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"Oh okay." The more realization settled within me, the more my tears threatened to spill and I didn't want to cry. I didn't want him to see me cry again, that would show him that his plan is working. I couldn't imagine a life of captivity waiting patiently for when your captor agrees to take your life and end your misery while meeting your family on the other side as the only flicker of happiness existing within you. It wouldn't take long before we reach his kingdom and his plan begins to unfold. I wonder whom he would kill first and how he was going to end their life and how he would choose to end me when he was done with them.