Romans & histoires Indian Captive Books

"Your mark? You speak of this?" She curled her fingers, and the air resonated, bits of light spinning like broken stars around her hands. "The cuff-links that kept me captive? Gone. I am no longer your puppet." Vladimir's eyes sparkled. "You think tossing them away sets you free? You've only just begun to learn what true captivity is.". "Captivity? I lost everything—my family, my home, my future. And you? You took it all to build your throne on bones."

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A specialized cell. I tried to move. Immediately I realized it wasn’t just my wings that were fixed. My arms and legs were fastened to the metal floor and wall with heavy, magnetic restraints so that I could only sit half-upright. The cuffs were clearly designed to hold down the strength of our kind. Panic washed over me in a sudden, cold wave. Not for my own captivity. “Sadira!” My voice was raw, barely more than a whisper. Something moved in the darker corner of the cell.

His empire was about to be dismantled in front of his eyes. "We're going to sell them," Dimitri said to his men. "Put them in the buses. They're merchandise now." The men started moving captives toward the exits, herding them like cattle. They were screaming, struggling, crying. It was chaos and violence and suffering all mixed together. Then Dimitri's eyes caught something.

~Ioana~ Numb. That's how I felt. My eyelashes fluttered open, light flooded in, floor-to-ceiling window barred with delicately crafted iron rods. Even in captivity—in such a rushed work that didn't forget to make something so gruesome look luxurious. My fingers dug into the satin bedsheets, attempting to push myself up, only to wince in pain. Turning my head to the side, a girl looked back at me, complexion pallid as death, dull hazel stared back at me.

Savannah asserted glaring at Rome for any possible response. That's true, so how do we get the passcode for the fourth lock!?” Rome asked, turning to look at Liora. “I sincerely don't know!” Sister Liora nodded with a sad look. “So, she probably used your credentials because you are her first captive from the Sinclairs’ family right!?” Bryan suggested. “I think I do!” Ophelia declared looking at Liora with a teary-eyed expression.

I looked at Zuriel, and quickly wrapped my arms around him, placing my head over his chest. He smiled and caressed my hair. I glanced at the set of books. They're a collection of Indian ancient and historical love stories from history and mythology. Not only that, there was a set of coffee mugs of different colors. "How do you know that I love Indian history, especially love stories in them?" I asked him, pulling away. That's a secret, "he winked at me."

But Anna doesn’t seem to care and as the head of the place. And I would love to care to, but sadly I am just being used by Hardy and this is not my place. And, none of these women should ever find out I am being held captive by Hardy. Because the way they all looked like they’re hungry to find out something about me, anything at all about me. . .*

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"No one will ever hurt you again." Isabella cried in his arms like a wounded dove. And I was dragged away like a common criminal. New York City Detention Center, Cell Block 7. This was where they held women on remand for minor charges. When they pushed me into the cell, a few imposing women surrounded me. "New girl? What're you in for?" The leader was a large woman with tattooed arms. "Assault," I answered simply. "Ooh, a little spitfire," the woman grinned, cracking her knuckles. "You know the rules here? Newbies pay a protection fee."