Sollux Captor Novels & Stories

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.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He needed to be a child, just for a moment, before I asked him to be a god again. "Because my son needs a nap," I said. "And I need a weapon." I turned to Jinx. "Get the armory specs for the Sun’s Fury. I want to see what Kaelen has in his basement." "You want Western tech?" Jinx asked. "No," I said, my hand drifting to the empty space at my hip where my sword used to be. "I want something that can kill a shadow." I looked at Solas. "You have a vault, Your Majesty. The Aurelian Vault. Legend says you keep the weapons of the Old Wars there."

Had Liora said something to her? "It's time to admit that you've miscalculated, and I’m really the only weapon you have, and you'll only have me for as long as you don't sell me. Solara's army is the second in size, and if you sell me, that ceasefire gets questionable, doesn't it? Especially after your food stores are emptied from hosting this little auction." Her eyes gleam with victory. I'm irritated that she's thought this all through, but underneath, I preen at the sound of her calling herself mine. I’m about to answer when a knock sounds on the door.

"Whatever you make." Vincent's fingers paused. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, followed by a smile. "Alright." He turned and went to the kitchen, his posture relaxed for the first time in weeks. The moment he was gone, Sophia threw back the covers and pulled a micro-computer from under the mattress—stolen from his study last week. She typed a series of codes, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She had breached the island's security system. An encrypted distress signal was sent.

He seemed to signal the warriors and I could see them close in one me. “Fine.” If he couldn’t gather the balls to do it, I’ll do it myself. I sucked in a deep breath to calm myself. “I, Emma Woods, reject you, Alpha Anthony, as my mate,” “Emma,” His gaze softened as he began to walk towards me. “Let’s talk about this.” “Okay.” I agreed with a ewsigbe sigh. "Maybe we can come to some kind of compromise." I said smoothly moving fast toward the exit I had discovered.

The sooner Soral utters the word, Vidarr lunges for him, grasping him again. Soral lets out a startled yell as his captor firmly pushes him, strong fingers roughly keeping him pinned against the wall, and the fur slips from his shoulders. Soral inhales sharply as the material drags down further... And further, it drops to the floor, revealing Soral's upper body. Vidarr's blazing gaze follows the movement of the cloth to the cottage floor; his greedy eyes roam freely, glittering with excitement and predatory hunger, and his attention lingers on Soral's dusky nipples.

For an instant, the four of them stood together, a united force burning against the darkness. But Lazarus only laughed, his eyes gleaming with madness. “You think you’ve cornered me? This is only the beginning.” As Lazarus spoke, a hidden panel behind him slid open. From the shadows, figures emerged—captives bound and gagged, their terrified eyes reflecting the chandeliers’ dying light. Among them were officials, operatives, and innocents—proof of Lazarus’s reach. Soo-ah’s blood ran cold as he recognized one of the captives. His voice broke.