Falling In Love With Captor Novels & Stories

The smoker guy dropped to the ground right beside me, a gaping hole in his head. “Scar?” The bald guy exhaled shakily, his hands immediately leaving me. I quickly pulled my body into a ball just as another bang went off. As the second body dropped to the floor, I felt my heart, soul and mind drop alongside it, into the depths of hell. My lungs ached, and tears blurred my vision as I looked up to stare at him. My captor, my nemesis, my miracle.

"My father died. My mother left. Donatella hates me. Jovani died because he got caught in my world and you—" "I'm right here." He squeezed my hand gently. “And I want you to know that I'm not leaving you anytime soon.” "What happens when my world destroys you too? When Sergei comes back and you get caught in the crossfire? When loving me costs you everything?" "Lorenzo—" "I kidnapped you." The words tumbled out, raw and jagged. "I took you from your life. I made you fall in love with your captor and now you're so deep in my world you can't get out. What kind of person does that? What kind of monster—"

Kryzelle Rivera is a hardworking and bubbly barista in a cozy café in Makati, well-known for her warm smile and her talent for crafting the perfect cappuccino. One day, a wealthy young entrepreneur named Zander Castillo walks into the café. He is known for his charm, striking good looks, and a slightly tsundere personality. Because of a small incident in the café—a spilled coffee and a misunderstanding—their awkward encounters begin, slowly turning into playful banter, heart-fluttering moments, and a sweet romance. As they get to know each other, they discover that both of them carry emotional scars and hidden secrets. Despite coming from completely different worlds—barista and r

Anything. - Prithviraj's eye's slowly opened, his eye lids fluttered, he regained consciousness but too him it all just seemed like a nightmare, he slowly processes all the beeps what he couldn't process was his vision. There was someone familiar sitting in front of him, holding his hand, "Meera? My doll? My angel is this really you?" he said, his flat lips curving

I told him and I could see the horror in all of their eyes. I looked back at Sophie and tried to push her but she still won’t let go. “Sophie, please,” I begged her but she did not heed me. My heart raced and panic started to overwhelm me. My eyes widened in horror as she opened her mouth to scream. Her voice echoes throughout the clearing and the birds flew away with their loud cries. I bit her hand and she finally let go of me. “They’re trying to escape,” she yelled over and over again and continued to scream. I walked backward in shock as I watch her scream for help. I looked behind her and the captives were already up and two torches walked our way— the blood drinkers.

How did he fell for a nuisance like Patricia. "Don't you get it? You are the bitch that I have fallen for. I love you! You bitchy, lousy lady. And you are going no where. If you insist on leaving, then return my heart or carry me with you!" Everywhere tranquil. Comprehension set him. Patricia's eyes softened. Was she the bitch he fell in love with? Doubt settled in her eyes. "Did I hear you correctly? You are in love with me?" "Oh fuck! Bitch! You aren't deaf right? It seems possible, considering you are a huge package to handle."

I'm falling for my captor. "You and me both. You may not realise it, but you've trapped me, just as much as I've trapped you." His thumb traced her jawline, feather-light. "Regardless, you're not leaving. I will never, ever let you. So get comfortable." "You're impossible." "I've been told. Now take off the coat and lie down before you hurt yourself more." He was so close, so close she could reach out and kiss him. And God, she wanted to.

He just stared endlessly at my eyes, to the extent I was lost in those ocean deep eyes. "How many times has he fucked you sweetheart??? " Axel whispered in my ears. Fucked,exactly the word, although the harsh reality still it's true. I was fucked never loved. And still my heart and soul belongs to Capo. I hate him, at the same time love him. I can't afford to lose him. I somehow forbid my tears to flow still gazing at Capo's eyes. I don't know what to do. I'm helpless. The extent I want to get freed, I want him to be released as well.

"Angel could return any moment, I don't want him to meet me like this." "Are you afraid of him?" "Why would I be afraid of him?" I shot back forgetting I was supposed to be his whore and not his lover in the eyes of this man. Even though he declared me as his woman earlier to every other person, Sparrow would think it was a less weird way of calling me his whore. I got another suspicious stare from him, this whole thing was getting me seriously tensed. "Don't tell me...you fell for your captor?" I remained silent avoiding his gaze. "You did...fuck!" He chuckled darkly then his eyes turned deadly with anger. He left my hand and waist keeping a foot distance away from me.

The longest I’ve managed is a day and I still bear marks from his ruthless punishments till date. This isn’t to say I don’t love Jaxon. I do. In the way the captor grows on the captive and she learns to trust only him. He feeds her, bathes her, clothes her. She knows he may hurt her, but only he in the entire world gives a damn about her. Because without her captor, the captive would be dead. This is the description of my love for Jaxon. I know nothing else of the love I read in books. I read them solely out of boredom and because it is the only escape I have.