Imprisoned By Love Novels & Stories

My throat aches from screaming. And all I can think is: This isn’t love, it is prison. #####################

She again tried to stand but he did not let her instead glued her to himself. “No, I will not let you go away from me this time. I will not. .you has already given me enough pain of partition before. Now I will not let you repeat that.” He blabber in his effect of bhang making her star at him with open mouth as first time she heard from his mouth talking himself about his own pain. “Maan I am here only...” she managed to utter in his tight hold. “Yes you are belong here only jaan...in my arms. Caged in my arms.”

I could feel his love for me in every way but father didn't like the thought of me going far. Father made so many excuses as to why I couldn't be with Lorenzo, until Lorenzo tried to do something to impress my Dad and get his approval but….he did something we don't do human trafficking. He lost both our trust but now we need that alliance with Lorenzo, I guess we want to trade with them now. “You still love Paris?” Remembering that I wasn't alone I smiled and turned to Lorenzo who was leaning on the door frame smiling. I rested my waist on the rail,

But it was his eyes that held her captive, eyes that seemed to see right through her. "You're not going anywhere," he repeated, his voice low and husky. Elise tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. She was trapped, and she knew it. His gaze roamed over her face, his eyes lingering on her lips, her cheeks, her hair. Elise felt a shiver run down her spine as he pulled her closer, his breath whispering against her ear. "You're mine now, Elise," he whispered. "And soon, you'll realize that's exactly where you want to be."

Why did love have to be this complicated? ***

She had snuggled in his arms and said, "I'm scared of the dark, Soren." "Don't be scared." He kissed her on the forehead. "I'm here." Back at the present moment, Soren suppressed his worry for her. "The Principessa can't fall in love with her Don…" He closed his eyes and snuffed out his anguish. Three days later, Soren received a video from Maria. It showed Sophie tied up naked on a cross. Ten men took turns splashing holy water on her, but the water had been infused with chili peppers. Soren destroyed his study in anger, only to hear Isabella ask, "Isn't this the pain you wanted her to experience?"

She turned around to face the man whose face was covered and she noticed those pairs of grey eyes. "You!" She exclaimed as the man pulled out a handcuff from his pocket before placing it on her hands. Hearing them click, her eyes widened as she stared at them. "No, you can't do this to me. I want to go home, I am not your prisoner" she screamed at the masked man, who smiled at her screams. "You are wrong there Lia, you are my slave" He said as he grinned behind his mask.

Charles's POV I waited calmly till everyone stopped clapping and sighed. I gave a glance at everyone before clearing my throat, feeling a bit nervous for he first Time in my heart. "I really want to appreciate Mr Hurt for inviting me to this special party of his and am glad to see all of you here. It's really great to be here..and to that I say kudos to the Hurt Empire"I paused as everyone applauded. "Am so glad to be here abd given this glorious opportunity to speak to everyone here and with wasting time I would like to say a few personal words about myself"I paused swallowing my spit."I was like an Oasis in this big world living my life with no great joy or happiness until a special one wa

I clutched the vial, feeling the power thrumming within it. This was my last choice. And my only revenge. I bit my fingertip and used my own blood to draw an ancient sacrificial circle on the floor. Moonlight streamed through the silver bars, pooling in the center of the circle. The blood-red runes began to glow. I raised the vial. A single tear finally escaped, falling onto my stomach. "I'm sorry, my sweet baby," my voice was soft and full of grief. "Your father doesn't love you. The pack won't accept you. Mommy can't let you be born into such a cold world."

, I warned, glaring at her. Turning to face Katrina who was soaked in her own tears and dropping to her knees, it amazed me to see how love truly made people different. Love had made me hold a person hostage. Love had made me tread into places I swore never to. Love had made me bolder and fiercer if that was all it took to fight for her freedom wherever she was. And love would make me take a life if it was necessary.