Books About Being Kidnapped Novels & Stories

she said. I sat up, intent on listening to her story. “One day, while I was out for a run, I was kidnapped. It was the longest month of my life,” she shared. “A month?” I managed to ask. “Yes, a month. It was a terrible, dark time. I truly did not believe anybody would come looking for me,” she shared sadly.

“It’s okay. Let’s think of a way first.” Adrian had long regarded Baby as a friend. He wouldn’t blame him at all. “Who knew that they would kidnap in crowded places? They are not afraid of death.” Baby once lost his way and went to a deserted place. Who knew that he would be kidnapped? Later on, he never lost his way again. “Why did they kidnap you?” Adrian asked. He had been kidnapped before. He knew that it was because of RK, but Seventeen didn’t do anything to him at that time. The woman kidnapped him just to scare him.

“I have been worried about you. They took you and then… There were news that you escaped, but then you… They took you back again.” “Well, that is partly true, but not entirely. There are things you need to know about everything,” I said. “First of all, yes, it’s true that I was abducted. I mean, everyone knows that. Alexander Silverclaw send his people to abduct me and then I was held captive. It was Rose Silverclaw’s plan.” “Rose Silverclaw? The eldest daughter, right?” I gave a nod. “Alexander Silverclaw wanted to give me to his daughter Kiara Silverclaw as her slave, or plaything, or whatever that is,” I said. “But Demian Silverclaw stepped up and said he wanted me.”

I rushed into the walk-in closet to retrieve my little pink notebook, which I hadn't used in a while because Elijah was leanrning how to sign a lot and has been my translator with Dalinda when he's around, and rushed back into the bedroom. I found Elijah right where I left him, still blankly looking at the spot I was sitting at. I dropped myself at the edge of the bed next to Elijah and flipped open my little notebook. "I was kidnapped the night before my older brother's birthday." I wrote down before I glanced at Elijah. Once I saw that he was looking down at the notebook, I returned my eyes to it and carried on writing details of what had happened the night that stole my voice and my child

I had a feeling that something was going on in there that people did not just have access to and that was my duty to find it out and bring it to the line light so that everybody got to know what they were hiding. As soon as my hands connected with a book some body placed something in my nose and I started struggling to breathe. The only thing that came to mind was nothing but Hayden! If he was here this wasn't going to happen. I stopped moving for a second and focused my attention on my kidnapper. I was losing consciousness but the will to live prevailed and I stabbed him with the key I was holding in the chest until he left out a groan. That is all the opportunity I needed to run out of tha

But the man who returned my baby to me said, “Diane was certainly wrong for doing this, but when my wife and I found her baby, someone was about to inject her with something. They were about to hurt the baby. “I think anyone in her position would’ve lost control. Besides, Diane was only doing this to find her baby. Even though it was a little extreme, I can empathize with her as a parent.” A mother noticed that I had wrapped a blanket around her child and even changed some of the babies’ diapers before the “kidnapping” started. They looked at me with mixed feelings. The lawyer, who had offered to help me before, handed her baby to her husband. “I’m Charlotte Gold, an attorney at Gold & Co. I

His head felt heavy, he couldn't think, and all he could do was stare blankly at the wall, his brain trying to connect all the pieces. At the age of 13, he was kidnapped and kept in a dark place. He was beaten, starved and threatened for three days. He had hoped to be saved, cried out for help until his whole body became weak, then those kidnappers found out his family had called for help from the state militaries and the underground society. Scared, they decided to abandon him and run away so they did the unimaginable. They carried Nathan to the beach and threw him inside.

I don’t want to hurt her, but the truth is tangled in my throat, yearning to be freed. “I… I can share some of it,” I finally respond, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “But it’s not an easy story, Mom.” Her gaze sharpens, curiosity mingled with concern. “I want to know, Aloria. Please.” Taking a deep breath, I gather my thoughts. “I was kidnapped as a baby, you know that much. I don’t remember how or why, but I ended up in another pack. I think I must have been left there or found by them… or maybe they were the ones who took me, but I can’t recall the details… but I do not remember anything before that.” My heart races at the memories I can’t fully grasp, but I push on. “I spent

I explain and he lifts his head to look at me. "Is that what you want to tell me?" "It is, let's go to the living room," I say as we go and sit on the couch together. "So what happened?" He asks. "It's a long story, just listen until I'm finished," I say and he nods, cuddling into my side. "About a year and a half ago me and my friend Marcus were kidnapped by a man called Adrian. He was a psychopath who was jealous of mine and Marcus' relationship and wanted me to himself. He raped me for a month while he tortured Marcus. When we got saved Marcus was broken down and I had to help him recover. He tried to kill himself but thankfully his husbands helped him get better and now he's okay.

“Weren’t you dear, Cara?” “Exactly Aldo. Which is why this is crazy. You brought me here, holding me captive, against my wish; kidnapping me.” She pushed. “I... when? When did I kidnap you?” “Do you need a dictionary? You have my devices, so I can’t call anyone. You have my cards, all my money, so I can’t leave. And I’m practically on lockdown here. Does this not sound, to you, like a kidnapping?”