Indian Captive Books Novels & Stories

he asked, his lips brushing against my skin as he spoke. "It's not as though I have a choice." "Of course you do," one of his hands dropped to my thigh, lightly running his fingers along my bare leg. I gulped. He was my terrifying captor, and here I was, my body betraying me to his looks. Why did he have to be so sexy? He ran a hand over the towel, and I was thankful it was so thick or he would have seen my n¡pples harden. I felt a wave of embarrassment.

"Oh okay." The more realization settled within me, the more my tears threatened to spill and I didn't want to cry. I didn't want him to see me cry again, that would show him that his plan is working. I couldn't imagine a life of captivity waiting patiently for when your captor agrees to take your life and end your misery while meeting your family on the other side as the only flicker of happiness existing within you. It wouldn't take long before we reach his kingdom and his plan begins to unfold. I wonder whom he would kill first and how he was going to end their life and how he would choose to end me when he was done with them.

If only that was possible; if only I could have my sword, it would give us hope for an escape. “Go on,” Rufus ordered, “take off all of your clothes.” The captives obeyed him without any resistance, even the servant and Ezekiel followed. I unbuttoned what remained of my dress and made it fell to the ground. I was only left with my thin-clothed chemise. Everyone was naked, without anything to cover them. I stared at the river in front of me, ashamed and conscious at their naked bodies. Rufus pushed the back of my shoulder as he continued to give out an order. “I said take everything off.” I could imagine the smile that was plastered on his face.

I tried to crane my neck, searching for other familiar faces, but I came up short. The braavasi captives where an exotic sort. Some Brigishans, some Tvaris, Some Belakazis, and I even saw a Revillonian man being taken back to his kingdom as a captive. We were given makeshift mud plates and One by one according to the line, some kind of porridge mash was doled out. As the line trudged on, I noticed that all the captives were silent. Even Kezira behind me, didn't breathe a word. So I also silently limped along the line.

@Gupta Don't forget to check out CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and Bride To Be. Please leave a comment, review and share gems for my book!

But hopefully soon 👀 In the meantime, go check out my new book 🥳💃🏾 "Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir’s Obsession" The story follows a young college girl who goes on vacation with her boyfriend, but ends up caught in a terrible situation and gets kidnapped and shipped off to another country. She eventually lands in the hands of a powerful cartel leader. She was given to him as a gift, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Until she spoke back to him. And something in him shifted. (Warning in advance: this story is darker, messier, and definitely more boundary-breaking 😜.) Thank you once again for staying with me through this journey.

He has his own book: CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTIVE ROMANCE, (completed). A. Gupta

Because if I decided to spare her life then she would be a lifelong captive in my cage Also check out my other books here... BRIDE TO BE and His Broken Princess. CAGED-A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance, They are completed. Hope you enjoy reading. (fingers crossed)

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

I could remember that day as it sparked a yearning within me; a yearning for a soulmate. There was a man telling the usual fables, but the fable he told that day was different. It was about a princess kidnapped by a dragon who fell for her later on. I had listened with rapt attention, daring myself to dream of a mate other than a wolf, envisaging a memorable future with a soulmate that'd surpass the males of oral fairy tales, and I had patiently waited for that day to come. That day did come, and the days that followed led to me being chained in a dusty cell with woven spider webs and light spilling through the cracks in the walls. Even mice had come to jubilate my tragedy with me, scurrying