Sollux Captor Mga Nobela at Kwento

"These rogues, they're not the ones who attacked our pack. What makes you so sure they'll cooperate?" I chuckled. "Oh, they may not have been the ones to attack, but they know the ones who did." I paused, letting my gaze drift to the horizon. "The captive in our cells? He was from their little... community. Grew up there, in fact." Hunter's brow furrowed, the little scar on his brow more pronounced in the morning light. "And that's enough?"

“She’s my mate, Callum.” “What?” he breathed. I looked back at her. She was barely conscious, slumped against the cold wall. She looked so frail and underfed. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. I wanted to hold her. To shield her and tear apart anyone who had laid a hand on her. “Open this cell before I break it down myself,” I growled. And I could. I was an Obsidian wolf, one of the most powerful wolves alive. If they refused, I would rip the bars out of the stone and use them to crush their heads.

Feeling uneasy, I nodded briskly before I asked how my friend was as I dragged my chains out of his office. “She is resting,” Nikolai asserted roughly. Exhaling my relief I licked my lips as I peeked up at him. “So all the comets hitting were a false flag to capture humans?” I asked nonchalantly. His brow rose as he studied my face momentarily until he growled firmly, “Yes, we sell them for blood slaves to others who need them while some are kept by those who capture them.” Startled by his bluntness I continued my questioning. “Is the government also involved and why kill the older ones?”

“We like to get paid, so thought it’d be good to come back alive” “Let me see the bot first” Sol quickly grabs the suitcase from the back and opens it up. She attaches a camera extension to her comm implant showing the machine to her benefactor. “Turn it around” Sol picks up the bot and turns it on its back, Linda doesn’t say much for nearly a minute as she stares blankly at the machine. “Same place where we met. Good job Freelancer”

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

numb from the rain, this time definitely felt something, but in the same way the sensation had arrived, everything else disappeared almost instantly, her body fell completely inert into the arms of her captor, a massive man with dark eyes, the same guy who had beaten her before she could escape. Her head was pounding, as if her heart had decided to find a new place to beat other than her chest, each beat sending a wave of pain through her body, her face feeling heavy and swollen, opening her eyes or at least trying, she felt nauseated and the weight of her own head managed to make her fall, she wasn't sure if she was standing up or lying down, she felt almost as if she were floating, and her

Sophie shifted her seat beside me as she spoke. “What do you mean their first?” The coldness of the Dark Woods seemed to grow stronger and stronger each moment. The rustling in the woods, the howls of the wolves, and the invisible eyes that I felt before seemed to flood all my senses. Petra locked her eyes on Sophie. “We are not their first.” Everyone’s eyes and ears were all focused on Petra. “We are not the first captives the blood drinkers took.” Sophie gasped beside me with her hand placed over her mouth.

My hands hit the wall of lockers hard enough to dent the metal, the sound echoing through the empty room. My wolf was screaming at me. Every instinct in my body wanted to turn around, find her, and undo every word I'd just said to the cameras. The bond had barely snapped into place and it was already tearing me apart, clawing at my chest like something trying to get out. I couldn't have a mate. Not now. Not while Drey was lying in a hospital bed with machines keeping him breathing, not while I had a list of enemies to hunt down for what they did to him. A mate meant weakness. A mate meant a target. A mate meant every single person circling my brother's near-death would have a new, easier way

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

The bullet severed the link between Saur and the mirror. But the mirror didn’t shatter—it screamed. Sokolov lunged forward, striking it with the crescent-blade gifted to them by Malthea. Only then did the mirror crack, hissing as if alive. As the pieces fell, something darker slithered out and vanished into the floor. “We didn’t kill it,” Sokolov muttered. “No,” said Petrov. “We just pissed it off.” III. Bain’s Fortress – Cassian’s Vision At the fortress, Cassian wandered the hallways in silence.