Romance Novels With Captive Heroine Mga Nobela at Kwento

I whimpered at his touch, and he dragged his canines along the sensitive flesh on my neck where it joined with my shoulder. More, more, more, I wanted to beg him pitifully. I'd never been touched like this, never wanted this way. None of the boyfriends I'd ever had before had been so passionate. I shouldn't be letting my captor hold me this way, shouldn't be panting over him or biting my lip to stop from calling out his name. I shouldn't let him touch me at all, but this was the only thing I'd wanted all of my life. We fit together like puzzle pieces, and he played me like an instrument.

Seraphine didn’t discriminate. It was highly likely that the books here were put without his knowledge. Kayden wasn’t the man to read at the library. The library could just be here for the sake of it. Not contemplating further about this, she skimmed through the title of the novels. A lot of new ones have been released over the period of five years, and not being able to choose, she randomly grabbed one. From the title, it was a romance between a prisoner of war and a duke. This did some intriguing to Seraphine. Even if she knew it was going to have a sadomasochistic premise, judging from the title and the small snippet, she was still drawn in.

Fancy handwriting on expensive paper. "To educate you on your new archetype." What the hell? I looked at all the books again. And it hit me. These were all stories about girls who got taken. Girls who fell for their captors. Beauty trapped in the Beast's castle. Jane Eyre with creepy Rochester. Christine with the Phantom. He thinks I'm going to fall in love with him. He actually thinks this is some kind of love story. "You're insane!" I yelled throwing the book across the floor. "I'm not a character in your sick fantasy!"

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"I thought we were way past you being my slave. You can't be my slave and talk to me like that. Looking me straight in the eye. You wouldn't dare." "Then what am I?" I stepped closer. "Because you treat me like property one minute and your mate the next. I can't keep up with which version of you I'm supposed to deal with." "Both." He moved toward me. "You get both. The Alpha who demands respect and the mate who will burn the world down to keep you safe. You're still my captive, little bird." "I don't want either." I shoved him again. "I want freedom. I want a choice. I want to stop feeling like I'm drowning every time you touch me. I want to be able to call you what you are, an arrogant, dom

Caterina. My palms stung from the fall, but it was my pride that burned hotter. Fuck Luca. I had barely registered the ache in my knees when hands descended on me. Large, rough hands... different from Luca's... gripped my arms and hoisted me upright. "Let go of me!" I screamed, thrashing against the hold, but my captor didn't relent. My vision was blurred with anger, my chest heaving with shallow, rapid breaths.

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

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I whimpered, frustration mixing with the ache. He rose slowly, towering over me, and captured my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing my own taste past my lips. I tasted myself on him and it made my head spin. "My turn," he growled against my mouth, hands roaming my body. One palm cupped my breast through my clothes, pinching my nipple hard enough to draw a cry, while the other slid between my thighs, fingers circling my clit possessively. "Now kneel."

This one looked really advanced. Who then found me? Was I safe now? What if they were more dangerous than the ones I had been running from? How long was I out? I wondered. It was better I pretended to be unconscious to gather as much information as I could about the place. I closed my eyes and pressed my arms to my sides. Not too much, so I wouldn’t look suspicious. I was thankful for that choice when the door opened and I heard two pairs of footsteps walk into the room. “She’s very beautiful. She will make a nice slave for our king.” I heard a soft female voice mutter.