Indian Captive Books Novels & Stories

NOIR Luna gasped, she was numb, couldn't feel her legs, she travelled to her imaginary world, Noir holding like she's his,his woman, having a dance with her, dancing to her favorite music 🎶' Phir Bhi Tumko Chaauga' her favorite indian song. Hot breeze swaying her hair,the romantic dance topnotch.... "Babe"Noir called and it brought her back. "And who let you inside my house!"Mr Singh yelled. "I'm here to see my girlfriend "Noir said and shot Luna a wink.

Celine nods, seriously, “I left him asleep; he woke and I wasn’t there, he panicked and ran out of the room to this balcony looking over the living room where I was laying on the sofa on my back with my legs in the air. He came out shouting, ‘Where is she?’, he looks down at me and I meow. Fi, Sammy and Nate all burst out laughing, he takes a moment but joins in eventually. That was an interesting day. My first day of freedom after eleven years in a basement chained to a wall.” Frida stops in her tracks and looks at her, Celine realises she hadn’t known. “Oh, Frida. I’m sorry. I thought you knew, it’s fairly common knowledge now.” Frida comes up to her, and takes her hand. “You were a captiv

“I'm not gay okay, I love women of all kinds so why in the world would you ask me to seduce a man?” “Because it's the only way you'll ever leave this house, unless you're better off as a puppet than the owner of the city's biggest bank.” "You are telling me," I said slowly, "to seduce my captor in order to escape my captivity?" "I'm telling you it's the only door in this house that isn't locked." Across the gym, Lorenzo turned. His eyes went directly to me, like he always knew exactly where I was in whatever space he occupied, and I felt that look arrive somewhere in my chest with a thud I had absolutely no language for and no intention of examining.

“So who is hot fiesty chic really?” “She saw me in my wolf form while I was performing the sacred moon ritual,” I said. “That’s all you need to know.” Lucian scoffed. “You kidnapped her for that?” I didn’t look up. “You’d rather the Council got her?” He frowned. “They’ll come either way. You know the rules. Humans who see us—” “Don’t live.” I finished the sentence quietly. He tilted his head. “Then why is she still breathing?”

But seeing them now, and knowing I was about to be a victim of them but unwillingly, unlike most of the women I’d seen that night having a time of their life, a cold shiver ran down my spine and I instinctively pressed my thighs together as though that would save me from the madness my captor was about to unleash on me. I was cut short from my wandering thoughts when he stepped into my view again, holding a handcuff and a leather whip. I expected him to order me to strip again but instead, he walked past me, placed them on a stool beside the table, and returned, only to forcefully grab my arm and jerk me up, leaving me dizzy from how fast he’d done it. He dragged me along to the table and be

Slowly, I lay on my back unperturbed on slimy and rancid things on the floor. It doesn't take long when I felt tremors of heavy footfalls coming on what I presume was the door. I scrambled on a sitting position. Facing my captor while laying on the floor would make me more vulnerable. I rake my fingers through my knotted hair and tried to wipe any dirt and grime on my face to at least regain some of the dignity stolen from me. I heard keys clinking together before the lock clicked open. This was followed by a clang of the bolt being swung free and a squeak of metal being pulled open. Then the sweet creak of the wooden door. And then light.

he asked, Klaus pushed himself up far enough from his chair to open one of his desk drawers, took out a sealed folder and tossed it in front of Peter. "The truth is, Anika is my prisoner, I will keep her captive until she gives me what I need, and if she does not return my merchandise, she will pay the consequences"

He wouldn't let this happen. He would come for me. He always did. Even | knew life with Massimo...his controlling hands, his unpredictable moods, and his obsessive nature was better than whatever this stranger had planned. Bootsteps scraped against the floor and I forced myself to lift my head. My captor, ugly and smug, a shadow of a man with teeth that caught in the lantern light, stood a few feet away watching me like I was somne prize animal he'd caught in a trap. His face looked like it had been

Then I turned around and left, leaving the little devil behind in her new cage. A. Gupta Hello dear readers, I have tagged my books for Competition both this one- Caged and His Broken Princess, please vote with gems and leave comments. Thankyou for all the new readers who've started reading my book, you can join F B group to know about my other books. Or on I***a. Check out my thumbnail here for it.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️