Falling In Love With Captor Novels & Stories

I could bet they left high school a long time ago. He doesn't love me, he only wants me as his mate then and now, I am not his mate anymore and I only know him as my captivator.

It’s love. A surge of emotions floods through me, threatening to spill over as tears shimmer in my eyes. I cling to him tighter, as if by holding him close, I can somehow prevent the truth from sinking in. But the reality remains, unyielding and undeniable—I have fallen in love with the man who holds me captive.

Another voice followed—louder, unhinged. > “Man, I’m in love. Leo the beast, finally in love.” KAPO—the bag jerked violently as his fist drove into it. > “She slapped me, called me a stinking dog—but I still love her. She doesn’t love me back, and you know why? Because I’m poor. Poor men don’t get to fall in love.” KAPO. Another hit, harder this time. The chain creaked from the impact. > “Never fall in love, Idi boy.”

How could I learn to love my captor? The answer is, I can't... He is not an easy person to love... There was not even a sliver of compassion in him... It was all in my head to think he cared enough that he won't hurt me. He is a merciless beast and he doesn't have any emotion. I kept trying to erase from my memory the brutality he could unleash. How little regard he had for the lives of others, like how easily he could coldly destroy someone in the darkness of the night.

I said around a mouthful. “My mom taught me to cook,” Karl said. “Before… well, before everything changed.” It was rare for Karl to mention his life. I wanted to ask more, but he was already moving on. “You know,” Karl said, his voice softer, “I never thought I’d fall in love. Didn’t think I was capable of it, honestly.” My heart stuttered. “Really?” “Really. I’d seen other vampires try. Seen them fail. Thought it was just… not something our kind could do.” He looked at me, his expression open in a way it rarely was. “But then I met you. And everything I thought I knew turned out to be wrong.”

Then Tyler says, quietly but with absolute conviction: "She's been conditioned. That's what they do." "She wasn't, it didn't look like conditioning. It looked real." "It always looks real." He pulls a chair around and sits facing me, elbows on his knees. "Leo. That's the whole mechanism. It's not fake happiness they manufacture, it's real happiness they engineer. They create circumstances that make the captive feel genuinely safe, genuinely accepted, genuinely valued, and then that feeling becomes the evidence the captive uses to tell themselves they're not a captive." I want to argue with him. I sit with the impulse and let it pass.

The fever broke… for an instant. Then returned. "But it doesn't matter," she whispered over her fevered smile. "Even if it was magic, I feel it. I choose it. I want you, Vladimir. I want to love you like this forever." He looked at her—his Luna, his captive. His greatest victory. His deepest shame. "No charm lasts a lifetime," he whispered, more to himself than to her. She laughed—brassy, shrill, and mad. "So make it last longer. Bind me tighter. Enslave me in chains if that means I am yours forever."

And I felt like a foolish girl crushing, falling, drowning in him all over again. I can’t explain it. I am in love with Cassian Moretti. My Captor, Hopelessly. Irrevocably. The way his jaw tightened. The way his throat moved when he drank. The way his fist flexed around the glass before setting it down too hard against the counter. My pulse wouldn’t steady. Right at that moment, I wanted to walk up to him. Slowly. Slide my hands over his shoulders. Unbutton what little remained between us. Feel the heat of his skin beneath my palms. Let him turn that rage on me — not to hurt me, but to claim me.

He smiled, he really loves hearing her voice. "Of course hon, I'm on my way." He answered with a soft tone. "Bye, I'm driving." "Okay, take care Sixinere, I love you." He chuckled and drive faster to arrive early at their meeting place, she told him that he will be meeting her best friend that he didn't meet before. He doesn't even care who that friend is since his only care is his lover. Sixinere felt guilty when he remembered what happened on the day he was at a party. It wasn't even his intention to cheat on her and marked someone that isn't her. "Okay, I love you too... Scarlette."

I added. “You’re boring me, Lucas,” Nico yawned. “I want to know if she’s pretty, hot, or cute,” said Nico while waving his eyebrows up and down. I laughed with what Nico said, classic Nico. “Well a combination of the three,” I said while imagining Katie, I shrugged and move my head to hide my expression to Nico. When I look at Nico, I saw an amused expression. “Is this a miracle? Lucas the famous photographer finds a girl not just pretty, hot, or cute but a combination of the three,” said Nico with amusement in his eyes.