Pokemon Captivate Novels & Stories

I'm a capybara. Yet, after taking a single nap, I wake up as the scion of the Kensington family, Drake Kensington. When I crawl back to the sprawling 32,300-square-foot villa, my entire family's scared stiff. Matthew Kensington, the Kensingtons' adopted son, points at me and screams, "There's a ghost!" Without even looking up, I deadpan, "Oh, yeah, I'm whatever you say I am." He passes out on the spot. Drake's biological father, Garrett Kensington, slams his fist down on the table and snarls, "Look at you! Do you look anything like the heir to the wealthiest family? Have you seriously forgotten how to walk?" I give his question some serious thought. Crawling does take less effort tha

"And I certainly didn't ally with the most powerful covens in the territory just for show." The pressure in my chest intensified, spreading outward to my limbs. My hand, the one holding the dagger, began to shake. Not from fear. From something else. Something invasive and wrong that was crawling through my muscles like invisible fingers. "What... what are you doing?" I gasped, trying to maintain my grip on the blade. But my fingers were opening against my will, the silver dagger slipping from my palm to clatter on the stone floor. "Witch compulsion," Dante explained pleasantly, his fingers still moving in that eerie pattern. "A little gift from my allies. Very useful for dealing with stubbor

“Miss, what’s your name? Do you have someone you know here?” It is not good to take advantage of those weak and not in their right mind but the girl seems like she’s in pain. He tried talking to her but it seems she can’t hear him. He had no idea the person was already naked, so he can see what she was wearing on the inside. “Hey! Get a hold of yourself!” he almost shouted, he’s getting affected by her pheromones. His rut— this is dangerous!

He laid back on the bed frame but managed to have both of my hands on my back, with his hands holding them. He inserted one of his hand into my shirt, cupping my boob harshly. I squealed as i tried to push myself away from him in reflect. He pushed me back into my initial position and stopped kissing me. He looked at me with seductive eyes. I felt his fingers circled around my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. Then he glides his hands down and out from my shirt. He is still looking at me and for some reason i didn't fight him even though i have all the opportunities to attack him right now and release myself.

This was her daily evening routine that gave her an escape from her harsh cruel life. All her evenings ended with here unhappily gazing at the multiple paintings on almost every granite rock in sight, a painting of a horrified deer pacing about in confusion as a posse of lions encircle it, as if each deciding who would be first to catch the prey. A painting from two weeks ago she interpreted as her being the helpless deer, and the hungry lions being her in-laws, her father. Another one on a smaller rock was a painting of a beautiful sunset with giraffes drinking water along a river, this she interpreted as the blissful moments she felt peace as she loved watching sunsets, the giraffes

Then Tyler says, quietly but with absolute conviction: "She's been conditioned. That's what they do." "She wasn't, it didn't look like conditioning. It looked real." "It always looks real." He pulls a chair around and sits facing me, elbows on his knees. "Leo. That's the whole mechanism. It's not fake happiness they manufacture, it's real happiness they engineer. They create circumstances that make the captive feel genuinely safe, genuinely accepted, genuinely valued, and then that feeling becomes the evidence the captive uses to tell themselves they're not a captive." I want to argue with him. I sit with the impulse and let it pass.

Oliveria wheeled in a trolley, the smell of cookies wafting into the air, and everyone hummed in appreciation of the wonderful aroma. "Freshly baked cookies and orange juice, hope this calms everyone," she said with a smile, setting the tray of cookies and glasses on the large center table. "Thank you, Oliveria," Iris said gratefully. Oliveria smiled before offering Nate some cookies, to which he grinned. "Special wolves, as I said, possess many abilities. Some have the ability to control elements, read people's thoughts, have telepathy, or mind link with more than two persons…”

The sudden pain caused me to arch my back, and darkness clouded my vision, almost sending me into unconsciousness, yet I was powerless to scream. Earlier, Eugene had silenced me with boiling oil, turning my breath into a torment. The pleasure of making me suffer was evident on Eugene's face. He grasped my chin, his eyes bloodshot, his hatred brimming. "Sherlyn, how could you be so despicable as to have Mega bullied to death? Sherlyn, why didn't you die instead of her?" He shouted the last line, roaring like a beast at me. "Megan?" I thought, struggling to recall the face that matched the name.

Marcus was too heavy, and Sophia was trapped beneath him. As she lay there, Sophia felt a mix of emotions: anger, frustration, and...something else. Something she couldn't quite explain. As she looked at Marcus's face, Sophia saw something vulnerable, something human. And for a moment, she felt a pang of compassion for her captor. But as she looked closer, Sophia saw something else: a look of peacefulness, of relaxation. Marcus was finally at peace, finally free from the burdens that weighed him down. For a moment, she forgot about her captivity, forgot about her fears. All she saw was Marcus, vulnerable and human.

This time, the chat window was utterly silent. Vincent dialed her number. "We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service..." A sterile, automated voice answered. Vincent froze. Her phone was off? An image of Sophia sleeping flashed in his mind: her curled lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, her red lips slightly parted as she snuggled deeper into his arms. A small smile touched his lips at the thought. He tapped on her profile picture—a proud, aloof Persian cat, its blue eyes looking down on the world. Just like her.