The Captive Bride Novels & Stories

“This was left near the wreckage.” Dante took it, his jaw tightening as he read. Then he turned, holding it out to Valentina. Her stomach twisted even before her eyes scanned the words. The bride is mine. Her crimson smile faltered, the blood draining from her face. For the first time, the cage didn’t just feel golden. It felt breakable. And it was cracking. The paper still trembled in Valentina’s hand. The words burned into her eyes: The bride is mine. Dante’s voice cut through, low and lethal. “This is Cruz declaring war.”

The black SUV screeched to a halt in front of the grand mansion. Before the guards could even step forward, Alex shoved his door open. He stepped around to the passenger side, unbuckled the seatbelt, and lifted Iliyana into his arms. Her head fell limp against his chest, her skin cold and pale. Alex marched through the front entrance. The entire mansion was dead silent. The house staff kept their heads bowed, not daring to breathe as the Boss carried his injured bride up the marble stairs.

The cathedral doors burst open. Dozens of armed men stormed inside. One old man shouted, “Kill the cursed bride!” The young warrior immediately drew his sword. “No one touches my wife!” Steel clashed. Blood covered the cathedral floor. Flames consumed the altar. The bride cried while holding him. “I’m sorry…” He smiled weakly. “You promised…” He whispered. “…you’d find me again.” Everything dissolved into darkness. ⸻ Present Alessio gasped violently. He fell to one knee.

Knotting the Captive Bride Kianna~ The servants had prepared me with painstaking care, as though I were a sacrificial offering rather than a captive. They had bathed me in steaming water scented with rare oils from faraway lands, their hands gentle yet perfect as they scrubbed away the dirt and humiliation of the journey. My silver-blonde hair had been brushed until it glowed like shiny moonlight, falling in soft waves down my back. They had dressed me in a gown of deepest crimson silk that stuck to every curve of my body, the neckline descended enough to reveal the swell of my breasts, the fabric so sheer in places that it left little to the imagination. Gold

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

“You misunderstand me, dolcezza. I did not ‘steal’ you. This was a transaction—a contract. You are now my wife in name and blood. The terms will be defined later.” My heart pounded. “We have terms? Then define them. Right now.” He studied me coldly. “Obedience first. Respect. Heed my rules. Stay within these walls when told. And never betray me.” “Is that your definition of a marriage?” I snapped. He smiled, but it was not warm. “It is mine.” Before I could respond, footsteps outside halted. The door to the chamber cracked open, and a uniformed butler entered, bearing a tray with glasses of water and a decanter of dark liquid. He bowed and left. Dante’s guard moved to the tray.

The moment I shut the door, the message I had refused time and time again surfaced once more: "If you agree, I'm ready to pay any price to steal you from your wedding." Outside the room, Adriana went on describing her dream wedding amid snow-capped mountains and blooming flowers. Threaded through her words was Carlo's patient, indulgent voice repeating, "Whatever you say." I let out a bitter laugh and typed back, "There's no need to steal me away. You're my groom." "Carlo, if you were meant to end up in the snowy mountains, then I'll go to the warm Tuscanica instead. I'll let you go, and I'll finally free myself as well," I mused inwardly.

The two Princesses were amazed by her appearance and became jealous of the bride’s beauty as well. “Welcome to the family, my dear.” The Emperor announced, captivated by her beauty. He tried to hug her, but the Emperess elbowed him, stopping his advancement. The Emperor scolded her within his heart and wished he had seen this beauty before his son. The Head Master and Hana also saw Claire, but knowing what they knew could tell it was not her. All through the ceremony, the bride never spoke a word. She couldn’t. She was bound with a binding array that prevented verbal speech and minimum movement that was under the controlof Blake. It would lose its effects by the time the loving couple reache

The goal was to capture the bride and run away. Two men grab the bride away from the groom. "DON'T TOUCH HER!!" One man with bonnet grip the bride's neck and pointed a sharp knife onto. "STAY AWAY FROM HER! LEAVE HER ALONE!—ARGH!!" "LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AWAY!!" Men with bonnets punch and kick the grooms tummy, together with punching the bride's father. "NO!" the bride shouted with a loud cry. The bride struggle with the men's grip on her arms. "Get off me!"

Our terms were virgins only, choice of the bride, help for the village in lean years, and no killing of humans unless they breached the contract. They had little choice but to accept; we made sure of that. A young female was sacrificed and we flew away lighter of heart. During the next twenty-five years, it was hard to hide our jealousy after Laryn and his first bride fell in love. The urge to steal her began sneaking into my and Bastian's thoughts. Sarn's bride went crazy and was subdued at all times for her own safety. It didn't stop Sarn from caring for her even when it would have been better to let her jump from a tower like Bastian's bride.