Best Kidnapping Books Novels & Stories

They are the cancer in my path. I need a clean sweep. I need to eliminate the guards and the "hero" Drake Cavanaugh in one motion. But Zack is never alone. I pace my study, the floorboards creaking under my weight. Then, the spark. A kidnapping. I won't just take Zack and the kid. I’ll take Cavanaugh’s little virgin, Sophie. She’s the bait that draws the big dogs out into the open. A ransom meet. A secluded warehouse.

I knew I was sitting just feet away from a murderer. "I'm sorry I'm late, but my mom's a pain in the ass. As you know, she made me bake seventy cupcakes for her customers. I wonder what someone would do with seventy cupcakes. Right?" A girl around my age scampered through the door, babbling about her life. She wore an orange jumper and carried a backpack over her shoulder. "Glad you made it," my kidnapper said to the girl. "So, this is Cheryl?" She stood with her hands on her hips, scrutinizing me, like the experiment I was.

“You’re proposing mass kidnapping of children.” “They’re insured,” he replied smoothly. “Protected. Ransomed. Returned.” “You’re feeding off fear,” I snapped. “Fear is the most renewable resource in existence,” he countered. “And the market is thriving.” He pulled out documents of figures, projections, maps. “The kidnapping economy is booming,” Santos said. “Rates are up. Negotiation windows are shorter. Compliance is nearly guaranteed. Parents like these don’t make noise. They pay.” I felt sick. “You want me to be a part of this?” I asked, disbelief cracking my voice.

He held the letter out, and I took it, my fingers trembling as they closed around the paper. The moment my eyes landed on the sprawling, shaky handwriting, my heart stopped. It was the same handwriting on the letter that had written me a shabby love letter just months before he sold me. Brandon. What did Lorenzo’s uncle have to do with him? I had a feeling I knew the answer, and I can't say I am that surprised. I handed the letter back to Lorenzo, my mind racing. This wasn't just a random kidnapping. This was connected. Now I don't know if it is connected to me or to Lorenzo.

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"This is Lagoon City, Danny. Have you forgotten? You are worth a lot to a lot of bad people now that kidnap for ransom is the crime of the day. Kabir, he's a killer, he just got back from the north where he was fighting insurgents. Anybody trying to get to you would have to get through him." I watched as my best friend explained how important my safety was, he wasn't wrong about how dangerous it is to be a rich person in Lagoon city without protection, I was kidnapped once as a kid and my father had to pay a lot of money to get me back, you never forget something like that. The situation is worse these days, even poor people are getting kidnapped. I guess that's what happens in a society whe

“You’ve been weird since yesterday. Like… extra buttoned-up kind of weird. And now you're smiling like a clown." "Haha! You wouldn't be okay if you were me.” "Hmm, what does that mean?" she asks, turning to concentrate on me fully. But I'm not giving her shit. How do I explain to my best friend that my kidnapper bound my hands and my legs to a couch, on one of his skyscrapers that's almost touching the clouds? And he made me squirt down to the city while thinking about my husband. Then he gave me three million dollars worth of diamonds.

I hummed, satisfied with the answer, finally understanding why all of them looked so dangerous, and flipped to the end of the file where a well written letter was placed, looking as though the paper had been plucked fresh from the pack and had just been slipped into the end. The letter read: "Boss, We've covered the land you told us to and we've scouted out all the men responsible for the job. All have been eliminated and we've managed to set free a bunch of girls through the EC. Thankfully nor the police neither the government seem to be pursuing the matter as we've arranged for everything before hand.The EC wanted you to know that the girls have reached their homes safely and your message

Was he serious? Did he just say he wants me to fall in love with him? "Ha! Fat chance!" I chuckle as I look at him. "If you wanted me to love you, why lock me in that cold prison?" I ask confused by this turn of events. He seems shocked and unprepared. He's more afraid than I should be. He is my kidnapper? I take in his appearance for the first time. He looks rich. He's got swaggering hips and a jawline to die for. His hair is dark like mahogany and his eyes are a shining emerald. He answers as my eyes follow the buttons down his shirt.

Brilliant. That at least explained the kidnapping. I couldn't decide if I was more or less in danger with that information, but I couldn't be forced to dwell on that. Maybe if I convinced him I wasn't whoever he thought I was, he might let me go. Of course, I wasn't sure that I wanted to be left alone in this world where I had no bearings and no money, but I would figure that out when the time came. I'd read plenty of true crime documentaries. The girls who survived often had the same plan. They tried to befriend their captor, they would convince them they were on the same side until they had an opportunity to flee or their captor let them go. I could try that.