Back From The Dead: Who Kidnapped Me Novels & Stories

"You're back! Is Mr. George okay?" "He's fine, false alarm!" I said lightly. "My mom said she hasn't seen you in a long time!" Ivanna quickly greeted my mom and Oliver affectionately before pulling my mom to the hospital lobby to chat. Lauren grabbed my arm and asked, "What's going on exactly? Why did you come back so soon?" I shook my head gently. "It's complicated! He was kidnapped!" "Kidnapped?" Lauren was somewhat surprised. "Who did it?"

I need to tell them. They walked closer, hovering next to the bed. "You were driving a truck belonging to an Eduardo Ramos. Can you tell me who that is?" He questioned. Jade nodded, trying to keep herself from sobbing again, "Eduardo. He's dead. I didn't know him. He, they.. they kidnapped me and held me in his basement. I'm Jade Meadows; you have to contact the Philadelphia police department." They glanced at each other in disbelief, like they couldn't imagine such a terrible crime happening in their small town. "They? Who are they, Ms. Meadows?"

Not from the truth. She nodded slowly. “Yes, Camila. That was your dad.” The little girl blinked, her expression unreadable for a long moment. “I liked him.” Natalia's throat tightened. “I know.” Camila looked down at the picture in her hand—a family drawing. A woman. A child. A man added in pencil, just recently sketched in. “Can he come back again?” Natalia didn’t have an answer. She pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, holding her like she was the only stable thing left in a world suddenly tilting.

"My son was kidnapped exactly two days after I met my police friend and I was still trying to wrap my head around it when I got my baby boy back in front of my house, wrapped up in a...in a bag, de...dead," "Wait, what?" Mason tore out the scream that was right on my lips before I could say a word. My eyes widened, and a lump made its way right to my throat as I felt every nerve in my body stand, my jaw clenched. My heart was pounding loud in my chest as my eyes stared from my friends back to the woman in front of me What the fucking hell? "Your child was kidnapped and brought back dead? You mean, hell goodness, this is... Jesus Christ!" I was already on my feet, my finger digging into my sc

“Hello, Officer Myers. Shea Wilde here. A woman claiming to be Lillian Reyes from years ago is here demanding for my child. Please come immediately!” At the same time, I instructed my assistant to bring the child from the orphanage. The mention of an orphanage sent Lillian into a rage. “What did you say? Orphanage! You sent my son to an orphanage?!”

Who was this soul? This was none other than Tang Yazhu, the girl who had just left the Blood Dragon Palace to execute a Class Z mission a week ago. Tang Yazhu could not help but curse at the world. She just could not believe that she died! After successfully executing the mission, Tang Yazhu had gotten herself busy with celebrating the adrenaline during the mission. However, who knew that someone would ambush her and take the three vials she stole from the research facility which was installed with the same security as the pentagon.

"What do you mean?" "If you just disappear, Marcus will hunt you down. His pride won't let you go." "But if you're dead..." Using his Beta status and connections, he found a burned corpse with a similar build to mine at a nearby pack's morgue. A rogue who'd died in a car accident the day before, her family too poor to afford proper burial rites. He paid the deceased's family with premium gemstones to borrow the body, telling them it was for Council investigations. From the initial planning to when I removed my bracelet and gave it to him, the entire process took less than an hour.

He had clearly expected me to grab the money and run like the gold-digger he believed me to be. But he recovered quickly and nodded with approval. "Smart girl," he said, pulling out his phone. "Perhaps I misjudged you." He typed rapidly for several seconds. My mind-link chimed with an official notification. I was now restored to free werewolf status with full rights to immigrate to another pack. When we emerged from the conference room, every pair of eyes in the building focused on us with hungry curiosity. The elder smoothly guided a barely-conscious Dominic forward, wearing his most practiced political smile.

He recast himself as the misunderstood victim, while Ariana and Cleo became the villains of the story. But both women—one disfigured, the other half-blind—were already consumed by hatred. When they discovered that Elliot was profiting off their misery, something inside them snapped. … One evening, while Elliot was livestreaming to tens of thousands of viewers, Ariana and Cleo stormed into his apartment. One of them held a rope, the other a plastic bag. Without hesitation, they strangled him to death—live, on camera. Elliot's mother woke up to the noise. When she opened her door and saw her son's body on the floor, she went completely insane. In a panic, she stumbled backward, tripped over a

I struggled against the restraints, my voice hoarse from screaming. "No, you have to listen to me! I'm innocent! Kelvin Arnold is behind this, not me! He's the one who killed them, not me!" But my words were met with cold indifference, and I was dragged away, my hands bound behind me, my heart heavy with despair.