Romance Novels With Captive Heroine Novels & Stories

The moonlight finally broke through the small window above, dancing on her face and revealing her beauty. I couldn't dare look away. "It's just," her face was now so red I believed it would burn if I tried to touch her. "I've never done it before." My heart skipped a beat, my member now aching as it strained against my pants. I quickly adjust it with a flicker of my finger. She seemed to catch on but looked away almost immediately. I leaned downwards, until my face was just inches away from hers. "You're telling me," I pulled her hair before I could stop myself. My victim, my prize was untouched. She quivered but it wasn't from fear. "No one has ever fucked you?"

she replied, and with that, their lips collided again. He arranged her on the mattress, and in there, their passion collided into soaring heights, whispered sweet nothings, shared heaving breaths, exchanged moaning words of delight and with the moon as the sole witness and a couple of thousand fireworks exploding up in the sky. The End **** Thank you for reading this story, my dear readers. This is the first story ever that I made twelve years ago. ^_^' I recommend you to read, The Alpha King's Claim, My Demon Butler Serves Me and My Scythe-Wielding Husband, if you haven't yet. They have strong heroines and equally strong and handsome male leads if you're looking for that. Take care! Author

“Jace! Stick your drama where the sun doesn’t shine. You’re being nosy.” That sly bastard wants my woman to leave me? In his dreams! Isabella just leaned back into me, tilting her head with a soft smile. “I keep telling you guys…I’m not a captive. I’m a very willing one. If Damien tried to set me free tomorrow, I’d chain myself to his leg and swallow the key. Or throw it into the Pacific.” Jace let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s commitment.” I felt it hit me like a raging tornado…her words, the way she said them so casual but dead serious, her body pressed warm against mine.

She interjected. “Listen to me carefully,” she cut in, her voice sharpening. “If you so much as try to get close to Damien—emotionally, physically, strategically—I will kill you myself.” The words settled over me like ice water. No yelling, just certainly What the hell was going on? How in Gods name would I be able to hurt Damien? I was literally the person being kidnapped and hurt. “I won’t warn you again,” she added. Then she stepped back. The gun lowered.

I waved my finger at him in disgust and disappointment but my words were coated with venom. “Rosie,” He tried to reach for me again but I moved away to the other end of the bed and jumped on the floor. “You… you’re the Don?” but I shook my head even as the words fell out of my mouth. It couldn’t be him. He was too young to be the man I’d heard about. “You… you work for the Don?” he tried to speak but I cut him off with a burst of humorless laughter, accompanied by the build-up of the rage coursing through me. “How dare you, Jian? How dare you try to act like a saint? So it’s been you all along,” Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t tell if it was from relief that I knew who my captor was, or if

I can't even post bail in the first place. I sat down and he did the same. With my shaky hands, I grabbed the brown envelope and brought out the papers. I looked up at him, and he looked away, making me lower my head to read the content of the letter. As I read the content, I snapped my head up in shock. I don't even need to read further. This man was trying to make me marry him. To make me give myself to him in exchange for my freedom. In annoyance, I slammed the papers on the table and glared at him.

“He never mentioned you.” “Good,” the woman said. “That means he kept his promise.” She rose slowly, joints creaking, and walked to a cabinet against the far wall. Unlocking it, she withdrew a box wrapped in faded red cloth. “He left this. Said it was meant for the one who would carry the lion’s heart.” Elena reached for it, her fingers trembling. Inside the box was a single book, its cover embossed with the lion crest and the words Sanguis et Superbia — Blood and Pride.

Eleven years of love, trauma, secrets, and passion culminating in this: me, tied up in the presidential suite of a luxury cruise ship, surrounded by the three men I love and fear most in the world. They’re not letting me go. Not until I surrender completely. Or until I break. Zion captures my mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss. The ship sails onward, taking me farther and farther from any chance of escape. I am, more than ever… Captive to them.

she said softly, “I used to dream about having a daughter. One I could spoil, shop with, laugh with like this.” My fork paused midair. “And Massimo?” I teased gently. “He wasn’t enough?” She laughed. “Oh, he was too much. He came into this world already angry.” Then her voice softened. “But you… you bring out something in him. Something I thought was gone forever.” Her words warmed and unsettled me all at once. I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that the man who took me could also love me and let me go. But the thought lingered, dark and quiet — what if the love I felt was just another form of captivity?

He let out a vicious growl, and I could feel my blood run cold, as I came to the understanding of where this was going. “So I began hitting her. Abusing her. Every day… to the point that she didn’t love me anymore. But I still loved her. I still fucking loved her. And when she wanted to leave me… I wouldn’t allow her. I forced her to stay with me. Making her my captive.