Hostage Synonym Novels & Stories

I do not think it does- -With those you never know. We have been locked up here for two days and they don't tell us anything, just food and water- -If he were to treat us as hostages, he would have locked us better in one of his dungeons, he would be calmer knowing that the children of his enemy are well protected, under his clutches-

Why did she have to follow me, especially now looking so irresistible. "You followed me? Did someone say something to you?" I growled, the uncontrollable urge to protect her taking over me before I could think clearly. "No, no not at all, I just simply wanted to talk." Her voice like music to my ears "oh, okay. What did you need to talk about princess?" She paused then came to sit beside me next to the bubbling stream "My return home." She stated casually "I want you to return me to my parents, I can talk them into a truce between your men and mine, We don't have to shed blood to fix this problem." I froze and tried to search for the words to say before finally breaking the truth to her whi

He pointed at the TV screen. It's the footage of his father's rescue and on the top right is the footage of Damien's arrest. "Wow! Brennan has the perfect operation," Heath said while his eyes focused on TV. "It's world news. People will know that Damien Hansen is a devil," I commented. "True sweetheart, he will have his life imprisonment," he replied.

He nodded then turned back to Amber, “Are you ready to try and stand Love? There’s a couch in Grayson’s office you can lie on. And I’ll get you some water.” “Yes. No further delays on my account Leo. Let’s get down to business.” He helped her stand. Amber felt a bit off-kilter but that was to be expected. To be expected from both the dehydration and the shock she’d just been given. Grayson Godwin was a hostage. One billion dollars was the price they’d set on his life. But looking at Leo and his resolute look, it wouldn’t have matter if Grayson’s ransom was triple that, the chef would find a way.

He also wanted Lucas to maintain the existing boundaries. So far, no woman except Aria had gotten Lucas into a mess. "We're almost there!" said Alex Lucas sighed. "Who dares to kidnap Fantino's daughter here? Or are they just lowly kidnappers hoping for ransom?" "I think they have already devised such a plan! They have been stalking Aria for a long time!" "And you're just telling me now?" "Just like you, I didn't think Fantino's daughter would be wanted in this country."

I'm their willing slut, eager for whatever they want to give me. "Look at her." Santos yanks my head back by my hair, his cock popping free of my mouth, a string of spit connecting us. "Our little hostage fucktoy. Moaning like a whore while two killers use her holes. You like this, don't you? Like being our captive?" "Yes," I gasp. "Yes, I love it." "She loves it." Nico speeds up, pounding into me harder, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. "Our hostage loves being fucked by the men who kidnapped her. Don't you? Love being our captive slut?"

He finally opened his eyes then, looking at me properly. Too properly. Like he was already studying me. “Morning,” he said. “It’s still early.” “Morning anyway.” I tried to shift out of his hold, but his arm tightened slightly. Not forceful. Just enough to stop me. I frowned. “You’re holding me hostage.” “I’m holding you still.” “That’s the same thing.” “No,” he said calmly. “Hostage implies resistance.” I gave him a look. He smirked faintly. I stopped struggling.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Is there something else you love aside from taking women hostage and being a possessive jerk to keep other men away?” “Possessive jerk,” I repeated in a low voice. If a man had said that to me, he’d be bleeding all over the polished floor, but Giselle could get away with anything. “I don’t take women hostage.” “Hmmm,” she muttered with a cock of her head. “I wonder what the word is for you holding me hostage.” “I’m keeping you safe until we find the shipment.” She nodded slowly. “That sounds very reassuring, Mr. Yezhov, but you still haven’t answered my question.”

I couldn't quite examine it, for as soon as he showed me, he covered up his arm again and relaxed in his chair. Quite a peculiar place to have a tattoo, I thought. I glanced at the window, making sure Tristan saw what I did, and documented it for later use. Facing him fully, I opened my mouth to talk but he beat me to it. Splaying his hands across the table, he moved closer. "I have information that says Zirah Oakwood is held hostage here. I'm here to bring her home." "Hostage?" I ask, affronted. "I don't know what you might have heard but I don't keep people against their wills here. If they want to go, they're free to do that at any time!"