Romance Novels With Captive Heroine Mga Nobela at Kwento

Celine nods, seriously, “I left him asleep; he woke and I wasn’t there, he panicked and ran out of the room to this balcony looking over the living room where I was laying on the sofa on my back with my legs in the air. He came out shouting, ‘Where is she?’, he looks down at me and I meow. Fi, Sammy and Nate all burst out laughing, he takes a moment but joins in eventually. That was an interesting day. My first day of freedom after eleven years in a basement chained to a wall.” Frida stops in her tracks and looks at her, Celine realises she hadn’t known. “Oh, Frida. I’m sorry. I thought you knew, it’s fairly common knowledge now.” Frida comes up to her, and takes her hand. “You were a captiv

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

"How did you escape?" "Escape what, Imara?" "The werewolves!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch. "Leo said they held you captive. He said the Silvercrest had dragged you into their Spire to use you as a bargaining chip. He was frantic, Kira. He said they were monsters who dressed in silk but smelled like the grave." I felt Dante’s gaze on the back of my neck. I knew what he was thinking. Technically, he had taken me. Technically, I had been brought to the Spire against my will. But the word 'captive' felt like a garment that didn't fit anymore.

My boyfriend of five years had finally proposed, and for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to dream of a better future. But that hope crumbled in less than 24 hours. Today, I was a prisoner. A slave. I slowly sank to my knees, the cold marble floor biting into my skin. Humiliation washed over me as Dante released his hold on my hair, smirking as if he’d won some twisted game. “Good girl,” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. He didn’t even try to hide the satisfaction in his eyes. “Now strip,” he ordered, his tone as casual as if he were asking for a drink. The men roared in approval, their voices echoing around me.

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.

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.

And I despised how he kept staring at me as if I were a bird out of its cage for the first time. Looking at it, Maybe I was. I was practically imprisoned here for a week! I stole a glance at the man in front of me again. To be called Master, he is vividly the owner of this place. What would a man like him want with a girl like me? What do I need to do for this man? Why does he want me? And to have me kidnapped? I watched as the 'Master' raised his hand, and immediately two people came rushing into the room, dressed in nice tuxedos, a man and a woman.

“But another part… only wants to keep you safe. To build something with you away from all this blood.” Adrian pressed closer, feeling the steady beat of Luca’s heart. “We will figure it out. Together.” Luca kissed him deeply, slowly, as the first light of dawn crept through the shutters. The captivity had ended. But a much larger war had just begun. End of Part One

I could feel myself go all hot and bothered, and my body and ovaries reacting in ways I never knew they could. My whole body goes on hyper alert, my nipples harden and peaked under his hard but sexy gaze. Damn it! “Oh Lord help me, he's like one of those Greek Adonis! “His body screams perfect sin, perfect crime and perfect passion! “What the hell is wrong with me? “I could practically hear my ovaries sing". Max's P.O.V. “Well, well,well if it isn't Catlin Mercedes...”I say in an amused tone. “How do you know my name” She ask in a flustered tone. Her lips so soft and pink, with her slender hands crunched up.

Defiant, beautiful, and now a target painted in bright red by both the Rossis and quite possibly her own father. Inside the villa, Elena tried to lose herself in the art studio Enzo had prepared for her. The scent of oil paint and turpentine filled the sunlit room, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every distant engine sound made her flinch. She was no longer just a kidnapped bride. She was a symbol. A trophy. A traitor in the eyes of two powerful families. The first explosion came without warning. The ground trembled violently. Glass rattled in the windows. Elena dropped her brush, crimson paint splattering across the floor like fresh blood. Alarms blared throughout the villa.