The Captive Prince Trilogy Novels & Stories

Staring around the room I was standing in, it was wide, just like every other room the villa has; the walls were tall, and the king-sized bed lay at the center of the room with curtains around it. Everything in the room screamed royalty, from the bed to the gigantic portrait of Hardy on the wall. He looked fine. It was definitely his room. The room had no windows but just bright lights that could make someone go blind. The room was captivating and rich, yet it felt empty. I turned to the thick doors and realized there was no way I could ever escape. Maybe for tonight. I wasn't going to give up, nope. not yet. My story would not end here. I couldn’t just wake up, get kidnapped, and be someone

Just because it would anger Carmun. To his delight -and- annoyance, she had escaped, rescued by Prince Tamsin Eventide. He watched, disguised as that lovely, pulsing silver light that had lured River in the first place. What did the Prince have up his sleeve? It broke the treaty with the Witch Queen and that wasn’t going to go over well at all!

Not even love could protect them, only if the siren was killed could the man have some of his sanity restored. “The Mad king and a blood siren… don’t tell me there’s a link?” Kayden said as both men who were now standing looked at each other “He had one in captivity, The Dark Lord was birthed from her, he was the 7th prince of the kingdom, Hadrian of Ehlesaar, I have heard nothing of him…nor of a blood siren being possessed by a king.” Layana said her arms folded. Kayden sighed “It seems there’s a lot of truth of Ehlesaar that was not kept,” he said

The room was empty, save for a man seated on a throne, his face was contorted with rage as he stared at me. “My King, this is-“ The man who held me started to say but he was cut off by a thunderous voice. “A prisoner escaped? How incompetent!” The man on the throne yelled and I felt the hand upon my shoulders shiver. “I’m sorry, my king.” My captor said in a recreant voice. “Not once have I heard of a captive escaping from a Lycan prison, I’ll handle this myself, get out!” The man on the throne said.

I ask. “Sierra Covak,” Aurora says quietly, setting her chopsticks down. “And she is?” “Queen Bee,” Teagan replies. “Runs her own bigger, better, flashier shelter across the city.” I can guess the rest. "So it's just you guys?" "No, the couple who run it take weekends off," Marcus replies. “None of this would’ve happened if you’d just asked your brother for help,” Breanna says. “Her brother?” I ask. “Lucien Ricci,” Teagan says. “Captain of the football team.”

“But I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot. I have a long, long fucking way to go. I still have so much to rob from you, so much to take you from… To the point you’re a dead woman walking. Numb. Empty. Hollow. Weak.” He got up on his feet, turning away from me. “You’ll have to live a life without Lorenzo. Beating yourself up about it for years and years to come. Knowing that you’re to blame. Knowing that his death is all your fucking fault.” He turned back, to stare at me dead in my eyes. “And you’re going to do it here, in this very room, until the day you take your last breath. Because you’ll forever be my captive.” The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smirk, as he let out a low,

Why won't they save me from the hands of this bastard? When I won't stop screaming and insulting him, his hands landed on my ass. He slapped my ass so painfully that tears rolled out of my eyes. He slapped at it over and over again. We didn't pass through the front gate because of the people. I have learned over the days that he was famous. The richest and scariest man in the country. I also learned that he has the biggest empire in the world. Business empire. I learned the kind of person he was in prison all locked up like a criminal.

I don't even know him well enough like that. I might not have been the one to offend him to be taken as collateral but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still his captive either way. I'm not about to admit that I might be having Stockholm Syndrome but if I'm checked well, that's the exact name to call what I've been feeling no matter how much I don't want to. How else do I explain the weird thudding in my chest each time I hear Javier's voice even from afar? There's no mistaking that feeling for fear, because it's not. But It isn't right. By all ramifications, the man is possibly even betrothed to Sofia. Why else would their families have dinner together? More than I'd like to admit, they

Wasting time here and listening to nonsense were just terrible. I smiled brightly at Eugene, "Look, I was right. Just rot in your stupid love until you die." As I left the prison, the weight that had been pressing on my heart was finally lifted. The sun shone brilliantly, casting golden light. My happy life had just begun.

And with a wink he climbed the stairs. . . . Are you guys ready? Hopefully yes! If this is the first time you are reading my book, you have to read His Broken Princess before this and you can also read standalone- BRIDE TO BE and a completed Duo series CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTIVE ROMANCE and TRAPPED FOREVER- A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After. Thankyou ♡ A. Gupta