Novel & Cerita Indian Captive Books

Minda explained “I..I..Don’t ..k..know ..any C..C..Capo! I…I..d..don’t know where am ITrust me I am a poor girl. I have nothing. You don’t get any ranson by kidnapping me.” Nandini said, stuttering. Listening to her words everyone laughed out loud. A man said

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

kashvi gasped with the sudden sound which echoed enough loud to frighten her since the house was dead silent, due to it she came back to her real situation where she saw that her book has fallen from her hands, resting on the floor. She picks up a book and opened it to read for some time, she is reading a novel that has a kind of Cinderella story theme in it. she imagined herself being Cinderella but the defence is that her family is good with her but the man who is her husband is her kidnapper and life ruiner. Not keeping up anymore with her weak self kashvi dropped into a deep sleep. . . It's noon and the sun is setting down making the sky go read in its shyness by the sun's love.

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”

Dante Valenti was not easily shaken. But the moment he stepped out of the basement, shutting the heavy door behind him, something in him felt—off. Tight in his chest. Warm under his skin. Irritated in a way he couldn’t justify. Pull yourself together. She was a captive. A Moretti. A problem to extract information from. Nothing more. But the image of her kneeling there — slim body trembling, dark hair falling like silk across her cheeks, brown eyes too controlled behind those tears — clung to him like a hand around his throat.

What was she now? Not a prisoner anymore, that much was clear. But not exactly free either. She lived in his estate, trained with his men, ate at his table. She existed in this strange limbo between captive and... what? Girlfriend seemed too simple a word for whatever they were becoming. "You're mine," Barry said, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble that made her stomach flip. "You've been mine since the moment your brother offered you as collateral. I just didn't know it yet."