Captured Novels & Stories

He pulls the trigger. The impact is enormous and specific and removes my ability to process anything for a period I cannot measure and then I am on the ground and the phone is in my hand and the screen is still lit and I turn it toward my face with the last directed movement I'm capable of making and I look at it. Sent. I look at the word and I think about Kira at the community fair squinting at the camera with something on a stick and I think that was a good day and there were a lot of good days and she should know that.

He throws Aurora into Sora and they land heavily a few steps back while his hand catches my wrist mid-motion. He pulls me to him slightly tipping me off balance. Our eyes lock. For a split second, everything around me fades out, the mirrored walls, the polished floors, the precise chaos of our movements. Its just us. His pale, calculating gaze locked with mine. I feel a subtle flutter, the awareness of a new presence within my chest intensifies. My breath catches. Something dangerous, magnetic, and confusing wells up with in me. Control is my language, yet suddenly, control feels uncertain. I shake the thoughts away, refocusing on my stance as the surroundings flood back in, but the spark re

Beneath the photo, a single line of text was typed out. The screen glowed brightly in the dark: "We know what is happening inside the nest, Captain Kael. See you at Game Five."

My pupils expanded into massive, paralyzed disks of absolute shock as my vision devoured the digital data payload. The validation was absolute. The asset captured my explicit identity. Even though the technical technicians had executed a heavy, localized blurring algorithm over the geometric contours of my facial features, my internal diagnostic module recognized the presentation with absolute certainty. The video asset had been captured at the exact microsecond my frame was executing a synchronized transit while maintaining a high-visibility handhold alongside Roy within the central mall lobby during the afternoon timeline.

On the illuminated screen, a single line of text flashed in bold red letters: TARGET SECURED. INITIATE PHASE TWO ON THE GIRL. Above the text was a photo of the target. It wasn't a picture of Stan. It was a crystal-clear, stolen photograph of me—taken from inside my own apartment just hours ago.

Under a black cap, his blonde hair was disguised. My gaze was drawn to Sydney, and a boiling monster of wrath surged within me. As I checked on Sydney, my heart was racing. The constant rise and fall of her chest told me she was still alive. She must have passed out from the pain she had received. Her hair was pulled forwards, concealing her face. Her body was covered in welts. What type of animal would subject another person to such suffering? I returned Eric's enraged stare. I said softly, "Hello, Javier."

He turned and faced towards the wall, putting his hands on his pocket, he was about to talk, then i heard a knock and the door opened, a maid came in with a trolley of food, she set them on the tray, and placed them in the table before leaving, I was about to continue talking when he held his hands up "You are lucky, that's the only valid reason i can give you, nothing else or di you think I have some spiritual powers, don't think too much" Pressing a button on the wall, a screen appeared on the wall, and it showed every inch of the room, all hidden places, even the bed I am lying on, "These is called a movement capture screen, it shows every inch of piece in these room, it can capture any t

Fuck…I wish I could take her right there. Her hand continues its journey making its way to her wet pussy. Before she could even think of relieving her need, I clear my throat. I watch her eyes fly open, and with that, I pressed the capture button. Tris’ Pov My eyes spring open as shock and embarrassment set in. I knew it couldn’t be my parents because I can not smell their scent – so whom could it be? Instantly, I am blinded by a flashing light and my ears hear the capture of a picture being taken.

And, his eyes landed on her. Matsyaa felt someone pushed a hand in her throat and squeezed her windpipe. Her breath wedged in her throat. Damn! His blue eyes seemed to have commanded her to not breathe. She was immovable. His gaze was consuming her whole from afar and locked in his eyes, she could feel him entering her mind and detecting the fear she had neatly tucked aside.

Elen knew she had to gather solid evidence before exposing this criminal activity. Eventually, Elen found herself near a dimly lit room where she could hear more clearly the voices of the slaves and their captors. She peaked through a crack in the door and saw the horrifying sight of people bound and suffering, their eyes filled with fear and desperation. With a determined look in her eyes, she carefully pulled out the small device, making sure to capture every detail in the dimly lit room. She knew that this evidence would be the key to revealing the truth and bringing justice to light. Her heart raced as she recorded, the weight of what she was doing settling heavy on her shoulders.