Abducted Novels & Stories

No matter how handsome he is, I shouldn't be dazzled because he seems to be the one who kidnapped me. I don't know what he needs from me. I just saw him now so it's impossible that I'm in arrears with him and even though I'm artistic and cursed, I'm not that bad to be kidnapped! But maybe he's one of my creepy stalkers? I was startled when our eyes met again. He smirked as he looked at my body as if he could see me undressed in front of him. I couldn't wrap my arms around my body, so I backed away. I was only a few steps away but I immediately stopped because my body seemed to stiffen, my legs stopped walking on their own as if they had a mind of their own.

" A wave of dizziness came flooding in,overwhelming all my senses. Then blackness. *** My eyes fluttered open, then I blinked consciously for a few seconds trying to focus my vision on something, anything. I couldn't. I was blindfolded, gagged with a smelly whatever and tightly bound to a chair. I raised up my head, trying to shake off the blindfold, but it was securely held in place. I also tried the rope. Anytime I moved the rope bit into my skin, the only sound I could let out was a garbled 'mmmm' I was so frustrated, hungry, And afraid too. It was then that I realized the full meaning of abduction.

Brett and face this messed-up situation. Before I could even make up my mind on what to do, I found myself being dragged by someone, to God knows where. It all happened in a blink of an eye. When we stopped moving, due to the sudden force and ambush, I felt light-headed and almost dropped to the floor. My abductor was fast enough to catch me before I crashed. I stayed in the person’s arms for two minutes straight before I got myself.

I was taken from my home. I don't remember much about how it happened. It was dark and I was on the brink of sleep when someone grabbed me and started choking me to the point of syncope. There must have been several of them because I kicked and flailed but many hands grabbed my legs, arms, and held my neck down. I couldn't see their faces but I remember their hands.

Hours passed, my body drenched in sweat, the air around me thick and suffocating. I hadn’t moved. I just sat there, curled in on myself, trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts. My mind raced in circles, desperate, hopelessly waiting for a miracle that would never come. But what hope was there for me? My own father had orchestrated my abduction, hand in hand with an enemy he once called a friend. The betrayal was a slow, gnawing ache inside me, a sickness that spread through my veins with every passing second. My hands trembled as I clutched my knees, breath uneven. Had Abaddon known about this? Was this some twisted game he and his family were playing?

She stares at me, lips parted slightly, something unreadable in her expression. I swallow hard. "I never made it." Silence. Thick. Crushing. Leah doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. I meet her eyes, my voice quiet but firm. "I was taken." I let the words settle. "Abducted." She stiffens. Her breath stutters. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t blink. For the first time tonight, she looks staggered. I take a slow step forward. "I never walked away from you. I never abandoned you." My jaw clenches. "I was held captive for months."

Yet, I still refused to let go. A flicker of panic finally crossed George's face. He scowled, telling me to stop pretending. Just then, a speedboat appeared behind him. The people on the boat ignored the still-hesitating George and worked together to pull me aboard. The moment I was lifted out of the water, my body finally relaxed. My calf twitched uncontrollably. I looked up at the coach helping me and was momentarily stunned. It was the manager of Mason's diving club, John Hart.

Right there, in front of all of them, he had shoved a baby into my arms and scolded me, accusing me of giving birth and refusing to take responsibility. I learned the baby, Caleb Sawyer, belonged to my younger sister. My parents begged me to keep him. Since I had no plans to marry, I had agreed. Later, I hated myself endlessly for making that choice. Now, hearing the knocks again, a chill ran through me. I shot upright, hurried to the door, and pulled it open. A familiar face stood there. "Lynn Sawyer, you gave birth to a child and abandoned him. You know child abandonment is a crime."

Lincoln walked to the phone, picked up the receiver, and dialed a number. “Jack? It’s Lincoln Barner. I need your department’s help with a case.” He hung up and looked at me. “Victor will be taken into custody tomorrow.” “And Sophia?” “She’s his accomplice.” My father’s mouth tightened into a cold smile. “Falsifying records. Extortion. Attempted fraud. There’s enough there to keep her busy for a long time.”

"The pendant — the one I left on my desk. Where is it? Ryan, you're the only one who's been in my room." He was crying harder now. "I know you feel like Mom and Dad pay more attention to me, but that doesn't give you the right to steal from me. Grandma left me that pendant. It matters to me." He grabbed my arm, pleading. "Just give it back, please. I'll give you anything you want — anything but that pendant. And I'll make sure Mom and Dad start paying more attention to you too. Okay?" His sudden shift in tone threw me off enough that I flinched back, and the motion nearly knocked him off his feet.