Confined Synonyms

Am I Zane to you?" I whipped her again, with anger clearly evident on my face. "No" She said, shaking her head vehemently. Streak of tears were flowing on to her cheeks, but I did not care the least about it. Pushing the emotions that clouded my thoughts away, "What am I to you?" I bawled out. "Master," she screamed, with her lips shaking in trepidation. I threw the whip aside on hearing her say the exact words I wanted to hear. Her white top was now soaked with blood as she curled herself up in a fetal position. "From now on, you would be confined to this building for the rest of your life. Don't even try to think about escaping," I informed. "The day you try to leave the walls of this house without my permission, take that day as your end." ******** Amidala's twisted life, only became more overwhelming when she is mated to the ruthless Alpha of the blood moon pack, River Zane. He develops sudden hate towards her and subjects her into maltreatment when he realized that she was a human. Little did he know that there was more to her identity than the eyes held. River Zane made her go through extreme torture, all because he wanted to show his superiority over her and pour it to her face that she was just a worthless human. What will be the fate of River Zane, when table turns, and he discovers the once weak Amidala holds so much importance to his life, and now he has to fight for her? How will he go about winning Amidala's heart, as the once ruthless Alpha now becomes the lover boy.

Jessica Thornton is an orphan slave to the Graceland Pack. Confined to the barns to sleep with the animals, she loses all hope that someone will come and rescue her, but fate has a plan for her because the alpha's son, Cory identifies her as his mate. On the night of the Luna's Ball, Jessica sees Cory making love to another she-wolf. Feeling hurt and deceived, she runs back to the ball and gets drunk. In her intoxicated state, she admits to the entire pack that Cory is her mate and that she’s carrying his pup. Cory's frustration leads him to show his true colours and he rejects Jessica, who is later forcefully thrown out and exiled from the pack. Alone and weak, Jessica gives up on life, begging the Moon Goddess for a quick death. ******* Kanyon Coldblood is the king of all Lycan kings. Following the tragic death of his wife, he developed a stone-cold heart. He spends the next thirteen years hunting down everyone who was involved in her execution, only to find out the one who orchestrated everything is a Luna called Magda Graceland. Kanyon gathers his warriors and sets off towards the Graceland pack to declare war. Along the way he stops when he notices a foul odor resembling that of a decaying body. He goes to investigate and realizes that it's a young girl. Even with her foul stench, his beast finds it impossible to resist the enchanting fragrance that only they notice. Concerned for the girl's safety, he calls off his journey and escorts her back to his kingdom to help restore her health. Kanyon quickly falls for this beauty who turns out to be the niece of his late wife and the heir to the Blackwood throne.

"Am I Damon to you?" I whipped her again, with anger clearly evident on my face. "No." She said, shaking her head vehemently. Streak of tears streamed down her cheeks but I didn't care the least about it. Pushing the emotions that clouded my thoughts away, I yelled at her. "What am I to you?" "Master!" She screamed. Her lips shook in trepidation. I threw the whip aside on hearing her say the exact words I wanted to hear. Her white top was now soaked with a bit of blood as she curled herself up in a fetal position. "From now on, you will be confined to this building for the rest of your life. Don't even try to think about escaping," I informed her. ******** Evie's twisted life only became more overwhelming when she was mated to the ruthless Alpha of the Night Wolves pack, Damon. He developed sudden hate towards her and subjected her into maltreatment when he realized that she was his mate. He hated the thought that a human activated his mating bond. Little did he know that there was more to her identity than the eyes held. Damon made her go through extreme torture, all because he wanted to show his superiority over her and rub it on her face that she was just a worthless human. What will be the fate of Damon, when the table turns and he discovers the once weak Evie holds so much importance to his life and now he has to fight for her? How will he go about winning Evie's heart as the once ruthless Alpha now becomes the lover boy?

The day before the spacecraft launch, I am anonymously reported for concealing a mental illness and lose my qualification to board. After being confined in a psychiatric hospital for three years, my husband, Simon Bergman, who is now a decorated figure in the aerospace field, personally brings me home. "I had no choice but to send you there. I even applied to be demoted just to bring you back. Let's just live our lives well from now on," Simon says. Burdened by guilt for affecting his career, I spend the rest of my life carefully taking care of him and busying myself in the kitchen as a dutiful wife. But before I die, my daughter finds the letter accusing me of having a mental condition—it is written in my husband's own hand. She also discovers decades of correspondence between him and a deceased war buddy's widow named Charmaine Marlowe. In those letters, he writes that to fulfill his buddy's dying wish to take care of Charmaine, he fabricates a false mental illness record and inserts it into my astronaut application. As a result, I was sent to the psychiatric hospital, and my position was taken by her. The glass shatters, and the sharp fragments pierce me, like they are stabbing into my heart. I was supposed to be the one to go to space. But my husband sacrificed my chance so that another woman could have it! I die in despair. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day of the astronaut selection for the manned spacecraft launch. This time, when Simon offers to help submit my application, I refuse to let him.

I fought my sister, Anna, for two lifetimes to become the Donna. In my first life, I got what I wanted. I became Lorenzo's woman. People said he loved me as if I were the air in his lungs. When he learned that I loved to dance, he bought an entire ballet company to keep me onstage. Then he broke my legs. He confined me to a wheelchair and displayed me like an ornament. One day, he brushed his fingers across my face and finally told me the truth. "I've seen enough dancing," he said. "And the one I truly love was never you." I died in that room, swallowed by despair. In my second life, I stepped aside and gave the Donna's seat to Anna. "You go," I told her. "The one Lorenzo really loves is you." I believed that choice would save us. I believed Anna would have the happy ending I never did. Five years later, they sent her back. Her legs were intact this time, but she couldn’t move them either. Lorenzo no longer treated her as a person. He had turned her into a ballerina statue, encased in plaster and posed at what he called her most beautiful moment, frozen in place. His men delivered the message without a trace of feeling. "He got tired of watching the younger sister dance," they said. "So he preserved her at her most beautiful." When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in my third life. Once more, the Don's men delivered a ballet invitation. Anna and I stared at it. The same question burned in both of us. If neither of us was the one he loved, then who was Lorenzo really watching?

"You're here to play nurse, not to pretend you care," he snapped, his cold gaze locking onto hers. "And you are here to waste your life because it's easier than fighting for it," she shot back, her voice shaking but defiant. He wheeled closer, his jaw clenched. "Don't think for a second that you can fix what is so broken." I'm not here to fix you," she whispered, her eyes unrelenting. "I'm here because I believe there's more to you than this bitterness. He was the untouchable golden boy of his family, a magnetic presence destined to inherit a sprawling empire. His charm, his power, and his perfection made him unstoppable until a car crash shattered his life and left him confined to a wheelchair. His once-loyal followers turned their backs, leaving him drowning in the bitterness of betrayal. She was living proof of her family-a forgotten daughter whose dreams of becoming a doctor kept her sane amidst years of neglect. All she wanted in life was freedom, but fate had other plans. Forced into a contract marriage with the epitome of misery, she found herself engulfed in a battle she never asked for. Their worlds collide in a storm of resentment and vulnerability. Underneath his bitterness, though, lies the ruins of a man who had everything to lose-and the dim hope of someone who could help him find it again. As she works her way through his fury, and he pushes against her kindness, a bond forms-a bond neither expected. But with jealous rivals scheming in the shadows and old wounds threatening to tear them apart, their fight for love becomes a war for survival. Can two broken souls find strength in each other, or will the scars of their pasts destroy them both?

Prince Hendricks Wilberforce of Westminster grappled with his sexuality during high school, harboring a secret crush on his seatmate, Julius, but lacked the courage to confess. Years later, facing immense pressure from his parents to choose a suitable princess bride before his twenty second birthday, Hendrick remains steadfast – his heart belongs only to Julius. Meanwhile, Julius Reagan faces a desperate crisis. His gigolo father abandoned his mother for wealthy mistresses. Julius was heartbroken because he could not provide significant financial support. Frantically searching for a high paying job without success, he settled as a waiter. When the pressure by other lovers increased, he settled to work for the King of Westminster who is hiring female janitord for the Crown Prince's quarters, and offering exceptional pay. In a risky move born of sheer desperation, Julius disguises himself as a woman, 'Julia,' and secures the position. He finds himself part of a harem of beautiful women handpicked by the King, who hopes constant proximity will finally spark Hendrick's interest in one of them. To Julius's astonishment, he was only thinking of his former crush, Hendrick. Working closely within the palace walls, Julius's old feelings for him resurfaced and intensified. Despite the allure of his fellow attendants, his attraction remains solely fixed on Hendrick. With Hendrick's birthday deadline looming and still no bride chosen, the King's fury erupts. He storms into Hendrick's chamber, where Julius (as Julia) was dutifully waiting. 'Your freedom ends until you choose a wife, Hendrick!' the King roared locking both Hendrick and the terrified 'Julia' inside the room. Trapped and panicked, Julius wrestles with a terrifying fear, his powerful, rekindled feelings for Hendrick, combined with the dangerous secret of his disguise, could lead him to lose control in this confined space, potentially taking undue advantage of the Prince.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, "Too late get out" I glared but he doesn't budge, he proved to be stubborn and the mere sight of him, irked me. Slowly it made my limbs weak and it slowly made it all the way suffocating. "No," he pushed me against the wall, my back pressed firmly against it, his grip firm on my upper arm. My face blushed red, unsure how to react, yet I yelled, "You're breaking a rule! Don't fucking touch me." "Fuck the rules, you already broke it when you wore this dress." My heart plummeted, a heavy thud echoing in my chest, as the weight of his last words settled upon me like a leaden anchor "Well Fuck off, I don't want you, Tristan Donovan." I spat bitterly, all he did was smirk deviously, dangerously closing the bridge between our lips. "Fuck it Willow, I want you." He said as he crashed his lips against mine Willow Davis finds herself wedge in between one of her father's gamble, having lost the bet she is sold to the ruthless arrogant billionaire, Tristan Donovan, who wants nothing more than to make out a trophy of her. over the course of time they slowly get close but fear of falling in love Tristan has set three rules; "NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT NO FALLING IN LOVE" But what happens when he's caught up in his own web and breaks one or all together? How far will he go, riding of every single rule? Will the arrogant billionaire finally fall in love? find out in SOLD TO THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE.

“Don’t moan too loud, angel.” Cassian’s voice was a husky whisper against Seraphina’s ear, his fingers moving deep inside her as her back arched helplessly against the wall. The air was thick, the danger sharper than the pleasure tearing through her body. Her husband was only a room away. “Be a good little slut for me,” Cassian murmured, lips brushing her throat, “or Lucian will hear you, and then he’ll know exactly who owns you.” Seraphina bit down on her lip, muffling the cry that threatened to break free. Her heart hammered in her chest - guilt, desire, fear - all colliding at once. It was madness, sin, everything she swore she’d never do… and yet she couldn’t stop. Not when Cassian’s touch felt like salvation. **** Seraphina thought she had married her dream man. Lucian Veyron, the dazzling billionaire who swept her into a fairytale romance, promised her forever. But after the vows, he became a stranger - cold, cruel, and determined to make her life miserable. Then the accident happened. Seraphina wakes in a private ward, nursed by gentle hands and soothed by a voice that calls her beautiful, a man who worships her body like she’s his only prayer. But he isn’t her husband. He’s Lucian’s identical twin - Cassian Veyron. Cassian is everything his brother isn’t - tender, protective, dangerously addictive. When she's stronger, they return home with Lucian confined to a wheelchair, Cassian moves into their mansion to help. Now Seraphina is forced to live under one roof with the husband who broke her… and the brother who makes her burn. Every glance across the dinner table is fire. Every secret touch in the hallway is temptation. Every stolen night feels like a sin she never wants to escape.

The fearsome Romano family has made an announcement. Whoever among me and my sister, Vivienne Everhart, can give birth to the first grandson of the Romano bloodline shall inherit the Romanos' wealth that's worth tens of billions of dollars. Also, said grandson will be the next Don of the Romano family. In my previous life, Vivienne had married Dominic Romano, a healthy and strong young man of the Romano family. My parents were the one who had arranged for this marriage to happen. I, on the other hand, got married to Julian Romano, a gloomy man who was confined to his wheelchair due to his crippled legs. In less than a year after our marriage, Julian had regained his ability to walk once again. At the same time, I got pregnant with the first grandson of the Romano family. As such, Vivienne got abused by Dominic to the point that she completely lost her marbles. That was how she became the laughingstock of the rich socialites of the upper crust. On the day I was about to go into labor, Vivienne stabbed my belly with a blade. Then, she grabbed me before jumping off a tall building with me in her arms. When I open my eyes again, I see Vivienne snatching away the bouquet made of blue roses that's given to me by Julian. "I want to marry Julian!" "Vivienne, how could you snatch Isabella's bouquet away?" As soon as Vivienne receives the fancy blue rose bouquet, she freezes in place when she hears our father scolding her. After Dad grabs the bouquet from Vivienne's hands, he passes it to me before saying, "Isabella, you have a healthy body. Julian might be handicapped, but at least he's pretty talented when it comes to running his business." Then, he pats Vivienne on the head lovingly. "Vivienne, you're in poor health. Marrying Dominic is your best option." As I stare at the blue rose bouquet in my hands as well as the wedding gown I'm currently wearing, I dig my nails into my palm forcefully. Finally, I realize that I've gotten reborn.