Books About Being Kidnapped Novels & Stories

I said seriously. He looked at me sincerely. Maybe he'll finally open up about his private life. I'm willing to listen. "I was kidnapped in Japan when I was 6 years old," he began, and I was shocked. Poor baby Zac. I waited patiently for him to continue, ready to listen attentively to his story. I'll be serious and just listen to what he has to say. "I was terrified and shocked back then. Seeing the ugly faces of my kidnappers, they were carrying guns... I was so scared! Thank God someone rescued me," he explained, reminiscing about those frightening thoughts.

His men had me handcuffed and they all have a strange look on them. "You are going to make a call to your father and help me make my demand," he said to me with no courtesy as he had before. I was stunned at how he could switch his life from being a sweet being to a dark being. "What do you mean? You kidnapped me for the money!?" I asked. "Who said anything about money here?" He asked me. "Then what's your demand?" I asked. "Your father knew too much but that is not the problem, I need him to bear a witness at the court of law but the witness will be in my favor then I set you free," he said to me.

“This is your home now, Zarina! You belong here, with us. You don’t have any other place to go. You’re a nobody, a worthless orphan. You should be grateful for what I’m offering you.” His words cut through me like a knife. I’m not worthless, I’m not a nobody. I’m a person, with my own dreams, hopes, and fears. “I am grateful,” I say, my voice shaking with rage. “Grateful for being kidnapped? Grateful for being treated like a prisoner? Grateful for not being allowed to be free?”

Chapter 8 Her eyes fluttered open as she tried to make out where she was. Everything looked strange, certainly it wasn't her small cozy house. The lights were turned on as she stared at the king-sized bed she laid on. Her eyes also darted to the big wardrobe and the blinds on the window that was built from up to the floor of her room. "This can't be," She muttered and shook her head in disbelief. Slowly it dawned on her that she had been kidnapped. The memories of what happened earlier in the office flooded her mind causing her to let out an enraged scream. She was very sure that the man she saw at the office had kidnapped her.

If her life was not so complicated she wouldn't have been kidnapped. "Yes Mia, it's my fault that you…" Amelia hesitated and left her sentence hanging; she did not know how to complete it. Say that Mia got kidnapped?. Lucas has warned her not to ask Mia any questions about what happened to her. Adrina only allowed her to visit Mia because Lucas forced him to agree and Adrian has caught Mia staring at the door more than once, as if expecting someone. Mia cleared her throat before stepping back from Amelia. Now that was another question she knew she would be asked sooner or later. They would want to know where she went, was she kidnapped? Who kidnapped her? And why she was released without a r

I sobbed, “Julia, It’s okay,” She said while rubbing my back, soothing my sorrow. I kept crying, the pain inside was so damn intense that it tore me up from inside out. I made myself like a vessel and stored my pain in it but I guess not everything could be stored inside like that. Vanessa let me cry my heart out before asking me to tell her what happened and I couldn’t stop myself from telling her. “I...I was kidnapped by Nikolai after we met by accident in San Francisco,” I said,

’ I felt so bad because she had been nothing but kind and now I was ruining our evening because of my holdups. “You don’t have to be sorry for anything, Vi.” She looked down at our hands then said, “Let me tell you something that I had never talked about to anyone before...” Taking a deep breath as if to prepare herself, she said, “When I was twelve I was kidnapped. It was...” A troubled frown appeared on her delicate brows. “I never thought it could happen to me, in this small town. But one minute I was with my mother coming from the school and the next I was tossed in a van while my mom was buying me an ice cream. I was rescued after two days, but...”

James was just in his early sixties, for crying out loud, and his life had been cut short by a maniac, who ironically was his own child. Finally, Jessica raised her head from Sebastian’s chest and began to speak, although she carefully avoided Carol’s gaze, looking only at Sebastian, who was listening to her keenly. “On the night that I was kidnapped, I was trying to fix my makeup as I told you I had to do before I came back inside when I heard footsteps. I thought you were the one who had come back to get me or something like that, but the next thing I knew, someone was placing a handkerchief, or some sort of fabric over my face and as much as I tried to fight them, I couldn’t and fell unco

“In a modest community in New England, teenagers are kidnapped around night and… covered alive.” I interrupt and take a dry drink, rather stunned by the unreasonable comparability with our current reality. Days after the fact that they emerged changed, planting disorder and spreading fear, told by a long-standing petition from the parascientists known as the Fear Specialists. Where do you say you tracked down this book? - I ask Grecia after making a sound as if to speak. —In Sassa 's room.— He had a note from his father, he got it for her, she clarifies. The moment one of you was not lonely directed my messages or calls, I chose to read it alone. Justoedith appeared shortly after I completed

And having dropped the bombshell on the press, I demanded, "Would an important family like the Boswells really allow a nobody to become Mrs. Boswell? Would I really be afforded such a privilege without Sean Boswell's own agreement?" The footage of my kidnapping played just then, leaving the crowd stunned by the sheer barbarism it showed. I looked Janet in the eye from the distance then, and calmly said, "You faked suicide to steal my groom. Then, you hired thugs to kidnap me and beat me into miscarrying, even smugly sending me the video just to brag." "Did you really think I won't have evidence to catch you red-handed?" It was a pebble that kicked up a storm.