Captured Novels & Stories

Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind, a hand clamps over her mouth. Betty stood on her ground trying to fight this time, but her captor’s grip was firm, after much struggles she loses her strength and her captor threw her into the truck of his car, she hears him speak on the phone to a caller “Boss I’ve got her, i’m bringing her to base” he laughs maniacally, “we can end it all now, her body is the key to open the door”. When she heard him say this her heart dropped, her eyes filled with tears of regret of her actions just when she felt hopeless Mateo appears out of nowhere, his eyes blazing with anger.

Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight against a body I knew instantly, instinctively, even before the scent enveloped me, dark, smoky, sharp, a warmth that had become terrifyingly familiar. Massimo. My head collided with his chest, and his arm locked firmly around my waist, pressing me against him like he meant to fuse me there. I gasped, the air knocked from my lungs, my hands clinging to his jacket out of reflex, desperate for an anchor against the storm of panic consuming me. It took me a heartbeat too long to realize what had just happened. Mr Ugly—my captor, my should-have-been executioner was on the ground.

Camera raised pointed directly at us. Shit, the man lowers the camera, looks surprised then excited because he knows he just captured something and I know it too that the photo has already been taken.

Then Adrian said, “Camella.” She stopped. “I really am sorry.” She looked back. “I hope one day you forgive yourself too.” He frowned. “For what?” “For ever believing you weren't enough.” Camella's eyes filled with tears. Then she walked out. --- What neither of them noticed was the small camera hidden inside a decorative clock. It had captured everything. But the person controlling it wasn't interested in the conversation. They wanted one specific image. Camella inside Adrian's apartment. That was all they needed.

He beamed back at me. "The woman here found something on a pirate ship and liberated it. We thought someone might have put out a reward for it," Icaan replied. The man held out his hands and Icaan looked my way so I handed over the box and backed up again in case his scent had more of an affect than I'd have liked. The guy took it and flicked it open, the trap thankfully no longer activated. "Trapped when you found it?" he asked. "Disabled already," Icaan replied, lying.

She had gotten used to walking in the night that fear didn't bother her much at all. She struggled to remember some details but the most haunting ones flooded her mind……… like the moment she had come across some pieces of broken concrete and shattered glass, pieces of fabric that seemed to be leather in white smeared in blood, a few broken green bottles of alcohol and a dented expensive car door casually laying on the ground near a broken ledge on the bridge that had been violently crashed. How she had plunged sixteen feet into the cold dirty waters of the river with hopes of saving whoever was in the sinking rubble that was once an expensive blue Lamborghini. The last thing she had fel

It was good that the boys walked to the edge , at least she can breath a little . "Theo, how much more time we have to stay like this?" Timothy asked impatiently. There is no way he can stand like this . "Maybe an hour or two Tim. " Theodore replied while crooking his head on the left . Timothy's hands were holding the railing, making space for the doctor . He huffed but nodded anyway . On the other hand , Layla looked at her front through Timothy's shoulder. The same man from earlier noticed her in the crowds . He heart stopped beating as the man gave her the most disgusting dirty glance . He singled something really very inappropriate , fingers making hole and the index finger going inside

She could feel her body weakening, her hope fading like a distant memory. And then, as if a glimmer of light in the abyss, the door swung open. Hera's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins. A guard entered, bearing a tray of food, the aroma of sustenance filling the air. It was a bittersweet offering, a reminder of her captivity and her reliance on those who held her captive.

Panic surged through his veins, the realization of his imminent capture sending a chill down his spine. The pursuer, emboldened by their night vision goggles, pounced upon George with precision and swiftness. Overwhelmed by the element of surprise, George fought valiantly but was ultimately subdued by the relentless grip of his pursuer. Their captive, the valuable subject they had relentlessly pursued, was finally within their grasp. Lily's voice crackled through the phone, filled with worry and confusion as the connection abruptly cut off. She frantically dialed the number again, hoping for a miracle, but all she received was an empty dial tone.

I push the door open, and I’m swarmed by paparazzi. "Julliet!" "Julliet!" "Julliet!" I ignore them making my way across the road to my car. “Julliet is it true you tried to trap Mr. Davenport with this baby?” “Will you quit modelling now that you’re pregnant?” “Julliet!” “Julliet how does it feel to catch a big wig as Mr. Davenport?” The paparazzi pushed me I nearly fell. I feel someone pull me into them.