Ergebnis für "The Captive Part I" in Liebesromane

L'histoire d'Asher et Ella par theblurredgirl qui a déjà conquis plus de 7 millions de lecteurs sur Wattpad ! Au sein des réseaux criminels, là où règnent puissance, meurtre et pouvoir, il y avait elles. Les captives. Dangereuses, malignes, et mortelles, elles sont les ombres des plus grands réseaux, les représentantes de leurs chefs, aussi appelés possesseurs. Depuis son adolescence, Ella est une captive contre son gré.

No one in Sherwood wanted me until they did. My life was perfectly on track until the night my parents died. A car crash ripped them away from me and flung me into the grips of my greedy foster father, John. Now I'm fixing cars for minimum wage and trying to lay low until my 21st birthday, when my inheritance—and freedom—will finally be mine.

The day I started seeing ghosts, my life went to shit. Too bad the Fates don't hand out gift receipts because, respectfully, I'd like a refund. Unfortunately, those meddlesome hags aren't even close to being done with me. A powerful, destructive creature is on the prowl and threatens the existence of the universe. The only way to stop the creature is with equal destructive power. That's where I come in. Not that I have any kind of destructive power of my own. That would have been way too cool. Instead, I've been tasked with acting as a supernatural dog walker for an equally powerful creature.

Harry Morant's tough exterior hides a badly scarred heart. Home after eight years at war, Harry is planning a practical, unemotional marriage. But his careful plans are threatened by an unexpected passion for an unknown lady.

At odds with his family and on the run, Lord Cyril is taken prisoner and held in a gloomy mountain fortress—which he brightens up quite a bit, thank you. His captor wants him to be quiet and not cause any trouble, but who cares? Cyril may need the mysterious highwayman to quell his dawn magic and keep him sane, but he's overbearing, sardonic, and unpleasant. Mostly. Except when Cyril can't live without his touch, or his voice, or his rare smile.

Years ago, Hadria Imperioli vanished after her father refused her mafia inheritance in favor of her younger brother. Now, she's resurfaced as Hades—ruthless leader of the Styx Syndicate mercenaries that terrorize Chicago—and she's hell-bent on finally claiming what's hers. When her brother announces his engagement to sheltered beauty Aurora Verderosa, Hadria decides it's time to take back her mafia crown and everything else that belongs to her... Including Aurora.

Every bride dreams of her wedding day. Today was supposed to be that day for me, except it’s not me marrying my college sweetheart. My best friend is doing that. Or, well, my ex-best friend. Instead, I’m over a thousand miles away, riding the subway in a city where lost people come to dream. Me—I’m just hoping to distract myself from my heartbreak. That is, until I met Jake Worthing. Grumpy. Hot. A total jerk. Did I mention hot?

I’d played kiss chase when I’d been younger, but never with the devil himself… Never did I dream that my big day would turn into a bloody wedding. Handsome, cruel, and ruthless, Marco Marchiano is the Capo of Chicago and is feared by all. He terrifies me with his darkness, confuses me with his tenderness…and devastates me with his touch. And with this man, I am forever falling.

Entre guerres de pouvoir, famille de cœur, nouvelles chances et trahisons, la dynastie des Scott est sur le point de vivre un nouveau tournant. Une année s'est écoulée depuis qu'Asher a arraché Ella à sa nouvelle vie. Et tandis que la jeune femme essaie de panser ses blessures, lui, est hanté par le souvenir de ses yeux bleus. Pourtant, le leader du réseau des Scott est bien trop fier pour revenir toquer à sa porte.

Arik is many things. Shaman, necromancer, a little on the snarky side...no one could ever accuse him of being boring. But one thing he never intended to be was imprisoned by angry werewolves. Maybe casting that love spell on the sexy alpha pack leader wasn't such a great idea after all.

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead. I should know, I watched it happen. My twin and I didn’t believe we’d ever meet our mate, and then she showed up in our bar, and the world as we knew it changed. Fate hadn’t been kind to us. Not once. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that we lost her as soon as we claimed her. I spent so much time worried about her manipulative demon, I didn’t anticipate it would be my own sordid past that killed her.

Damen is a warrior hero to his people and the rightful heir to the throne of Akielos, but when his half brother seizes power, Damen is captured, stripped of his identity, and sent to serve the prince of an enemy nation as a pleasure slave. Beautiful, manipulative and deadly, his new master, Prince Laurent, epitomizes the worst of the court at Vere. But in the lethal political web of the Veretian court, nothing is as it seems, and when Damen finds himself caught up in a play for the throne, he must work together with Laurent.

Elle était la rancune, il était la culpabilité. Mais autrefois, ils étaient l'amour. Benjamin Jenkins n'a jamais oublié Isabella Grace, son premier amour, la seule à avoir su voir le véritable Ben derrière sa façade de charme et d'humour. Mais son monde, où se mêlent crimes et trahisons, était bien trop dangereux pour elle. Alors, Ben a disparu du jour au lendemain, sans la moindre explication.

New York City lawyer Donna has a firm grasp on reality. But when an old woman’s golden spindle sends her back in time—and straight into a fierce Viking jarl’s bed—she thinks it’s all a delicious dream. Seeing Donna appear out of thin air, Sigurd believes she’s a goddess…and he sets about worshipping her in the sexiest ways possible. But when she tries to leave, he takes her captive, unwilling to lose any advantage she may bring in an upcoming battle.

Aliens. That's right. I said it. I know - it sounds stupid to me also. I'm a psychologist (sort of), so you'd think I'd be able to reason my way out of this mess. Except the reality is that I've been abducted to become their breeder, and it doesn't take an advanced degree to recognize this is all sorts of jacked up. But I digress. Apparently, these aliens are on the brink of extinction and need me and my fellow captives to repopulate. Yay us. I guess it's time to figure out an escape plan before they knock me up. I'll be back later. Hopefully.

With a successful naval career and a fortune to his name, Frederick Wentworth receives a hero’s welcome from his sister’s neighbors. One person, though, presents a source of vexation. Years earlier, Miss Anne Elliot had reneged on her promise to marry Wentworth, revealing a significant character flaw. Yet Anne’s unmarried state at the age of seven and 20, her altered demeanor, and her resolute avoidance of Wentworth raise questions that gnaw at his composure. But before he can act upon his new resolve, a dire twist of fate threatens Anne’s life.

Gideon Jones came back from war a changed man. Though the Maverick billionaires claim he’s one of their own, he knows he doesn't deserve to be part of their tightly knit unit. Just like he doesn't deserve Rosie Diaz - an amazing mother and an utterly captivating woman who he can't stop dreaming about.

Grace is a monster hunter who went into her demon deal with eyes wide open. Years ago, her mother made the same choice and was never seen again, and the answers Grace seeks can only be found in the demon realm.

When I see the delicate human female collared and enslaved by the smuggler I'm about to swindle, I do what any male would do. I take her from him. It's what I do best, after all. Now Fran's mine, and I'm never giving her up. On board my spaceship, she'll be safe. She'll wear my clothes, eat my food, and sleep in my bed. I'll keep her safe from a galaxy that wishes her harm. But my sweet Fran wants nothing more than to return to Earth. How can I take her home when she holds my heart in her dainty, five-fingered hands?

Trina's been in love before and is done with all that nonsense. After a lifetime of not being able to count on anybody but herself, she's happy with the life she's created, thank you very much. She'll love her fabrics, and dote on her grandchildren, but leave the romance to the young and foolish.