Novel & Cerita Abducted Stories

NICO Three years. Three years since I claimed Ava as mine, and my life had become something I never thought possible — a home filled with chaos, laughter, and two tiny humans who had me completely wrapped around their fingers. I had bought Sanctum the moment they threatened to sue me for breaching the contract. I paid them triple its worth, shut the club down the same week, and made sure no one would ever look at my wife the way those men had again. She was mine. Only mine.

she said sitting down. “Ah so he didn’t tell you?” he said looking away from her. “He’s another mobster, trying to take over the city, we’re in a war now, and you are a claim to the title, whoever has you has the title.” He said pouring some hot water for hot cocoa. “So, he doesn’t want this greedy Italian man to take you.” “So, he wants to kidnap me?” Abby asked confused. “Yes.” He said bringing Abby the hot cocoa. “So, if someone tries to take you, and if they do get you, you cannot believe what they tell you. They are all lies.”

The men followed a few tense minutes later not saying anything to each other with their eyes trained straight ahead We congregated at the dining table, we all settled in seats and I handed each person a folder and proceeded to explain my findings. "... According to my sources, it's multiple beings that are being captured from smaller packs and clans, There are also hybrids missing, but the key to my findings is that the abduction is happening only in this area, nowhere else. The Empresses packs are not-" I explain before Emanuel clears his throat

he said to Alice who was now struggling from his grasp because she's running out of breath. Vincent choked Alice even more. "Try pestering me again, I won't hesitate to kill you," Vincent said as he let go of Alice's neck. She languidly fell to the floor while coughing and gasping for air. Vincent mercilessly looked at Alice. As he looked at her, a newspaper on her hand caught his attention. He forcefully took the newspaper from her and read the headline. CELESTINE OAKMONT IS ABDUCTED? "Oh fuck," he exclaimed.

The towering falls on her right were sending out a strong flow of water, which she could see. And though she thought swimming in the water would be nice, her current state made her uninterested. She was abducted by a demon who had destroyed her life and taken to a mountain! An unexpected cold breeze blew in. She hugged herself and went back to bed. What will she do to leave this place? She has to do something, but what should she do? Where does she start? She's not particularly good at it. Her life revolves around her world, which includes school, home, and the family business. As a result, she's having trouble deciding what her first step should be.

The man forwarded him the whereabouts of the Russian heiress and a brief evil smirk appeared on Ekai's lips knowing that now soon his woman would be again in his arms. But hereby I ask you, would the outcome of abduction be good or pleasant at least or perhaps it would get worse? Or the last premise of Aysel Saat falling for the mafia lord as a result of Stockholm syndrome will occur? After all the woman was a webtoon author and the particular title of her work seemed to portray her own story. But don't you think that everything seemed a deja vu? Or perhaps the history was repeating itself?

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

She opened her mouth to argue, but I stopped her. “What about this?” With their panicked expressions fixed on me, I reached behind and pulled out the file I had been hiding for so long. I waved it in front of them. “Officer, I’m here to report that Mr. and Mrs. Grant, blinded by their cult beliefs, have been abducting orphans and draining their blood, all in a twisted attempt to resurrect their deceased son!”

I stood on a mountain that rose 25,561 feet above sea level. The strong gale and the blizzard whipped around me, suffocating me to no end. Despair had already engulfed me by then. I was ready to embrace death. It was time for my pathetic and ridiculous life to end. My vision began to blur. Soon, it was completely swallowed up by the stark whiteness that seemed to stretch on endlessly. "Are you alright? Would you like some fruit? I'll peel it for you."

“Do I take that as you conceding defeat?” “Definitely,” Luyando answered. “Only a fool can keep pursuing a man even after kidnapping his child. I hate that things had to reach this far…that he saw sides of me he should have never seen. I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me. It’s embarrassing.” She shut her eyes and hung her head as she ended the sentence. “I Can’t say I am not happy to hear you say that.” Natasha admitted. “I know,” Luyando replied.