Best Kidnapping Books Novels & Stories

"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.

Just than they see one little boy is getting kidnapped by some man. Both the girls gets shocked seen this they run to save the child while doing this kidnapper with the help of his man also kidnapped mehak and Zainab..... Zaad Ibrahim came with there car and sees Zainab and mehak is getting kidnapped they shouts but man takes the girls with them..... Shit says Ibrahim.... Zaad Ibrahim calls his man and told to search them.... On the other hand man reached in some building and tie up the child alone with Zainab and mehak....

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.

He had called her a few minutes earlier to tell her that he would be eating dinner with her and she sounded happy. Soldier approached him and handed him a flash drive, saying, "Boss, anything you need to know about Melody is in the file on this flash drive." "Thank you," Andre said. After Soldier left, he plugged the flash drive into his computer and began to read about her. He discovered that she was only sixteen years old when she was kidnapped. Her parents had passed away, making it easy for her to be taken without anyone noticing or raising an alarm. She was smuggled into a different country and forced into prostitution, enduring a horrific life for several years. However, Drew eventuall

I was unable to relieve the pain I felt from his tight grip because of my cuffed wrists. He dragged me down the flight of stairs and another. And another until he through a room open. It was a very dark room and he locked me inside. I screamed for him to open the door. But nobody answered. I screamed continuously until I lost my voice and energy and resorted to crying. Did Mama know that I had been kidnapped? What about Imogen? Was she safe? Did she know something wrong had happened? I wish I left her a note telling her where I was going. Maybe she would have had a clue to find me.

You became my world but all it took was one night for everything to change. I remember that day clearly. The 11th July 2002. I had put you to sleep and I went to sleep a smile on my face. Then the next day when I woke up and went to check on you, you were not there. The window was open and there was a note in your cradle. You had been kidnapped. I went crazy looking for you. I was ready to give anything I had to find you. The condition of the kidnappers was I had to adopt a certain boy when he turned 15. They told me the only way they would agree to give you back was if I promised I would not become close to you. I had to make you feel unwanted and then when I adopt the boy I should do every

He looked at me expectantly, waiting for my response. The words on the tip of my tongue disappeared because I didn't know how to justify all of it. Maybe my delusion was slowly paving the way to psychosis. Well, was it even worth it trying to make a good impression? He probably thought that I was a psychopath, considering the fact that I had him kidnapped. The only question was why on earth would he bother to return to a psychopath's house? Shouldn't he be afraid? And then I realized that it was the other way round.