Books About Kidnapping Romance Novels & Stories

Rome was now their fresh start—a city alive with history in its streets and the scent of freedom in the air, bathed in warm sunlight that seemed to erase the scars of the past. They had moved here after closing that dark chapter of their lives. Ryan was caught, trapped by his own demons and their relentless fight. Damien had disappeared quietly into a witness protection program, and the FBI had offered them an unexpected deal: complete freedom in exchange for the information they gathered about Ryan’s dangerous network. Luca had chosen to give up everything that once tied him to his past—power, weapons, the fight—for the first time in his life, wanting something simpler and purer: peace.

“I don't want to. I won't let them control you. You were raped by that man and you still want to forgive him?” Deanna bit her lip because her sanity was indeed questionable after falling in love with the man who kidnapped her. “Levi...” The woman bowed her head. “You don't understand...” “You're the one who doesn't understand, Deanna. I'm not doing this because I'm a good man. I'm doing all this because I love you. I want to take responsibility for that child not because I feel sorry for you, but because I love you. I've loved you for three years, Deanna.”

She wanted answers. But I hid. Then I met Brinda. “I do not love you nor will I ever love you. Get that!” I spat. “Well then, do you want your precious little lover in exchange for The Black Book?” She asked. A wild laughter tore through my throat. “Do you believe that I am gonna believe a crazy bitch like you? Seriously? You telling me that you kidnapped Brinda is absurd.” “So, you admit she's your lover, hun? Love. Sweet. Love.” She punctuated very remark with caution, her tone filled with mockery. “If you want to see her alive, get the fucking Black Book out.”

-Tell us what happened- Failure joined the conversation. -It was ... strange- I sighed. I had to make something up and fast. Something of truth had to be implicit so that it didn't sound like a lie. I hoped my writing head could improvise so fast. - It was Valentine's Day and I was home alone. Someone knocked on my door and I thought ...- I smiled a little looking at the ground as if I was embarrassed.- I thought I had a secret admirer or something. I know it sounds very silly, but I am a writer of romance novels.- If they did a little research on me they would know that that was true.- The fact is that a giant entered my apartment. They will have seen that I am not very tall ...- The four w

I suppose that she felt entitled because Will had sent her out to pick me up some things. I had been a little surprised at what she had returned with. The panties and bras were sexy as hell and the nightgown sheer silk. But once I touched it, I knew that I wouldn’t be asking her to return anything. The fabrics were so soft and comfortable that I knew they had to cost a fortune. I wasn’t used to such luxuries and if this was one of the perks of being kidnapped, I would gladly accept it.

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.

Wait what the hell was going on? “My people are working on getting him out of there as soon as possible, so just understand this, you have been chosen to be my son’s bride and at dinner later tonight you shall meet my Son, Alphonso, if you refuse, we will have no other choice but to kill you, this is the only way I can repay my debt to your father" With that, she grabbed the reins of her horse and skidded faster leaving me alone. “Wait a second, have i just been kidnapped by one of the psychopathic richest families in the country?"

We caught two of the kidnappers alive and dragged them back to the casino’s underground level for interrogation. And under the weight of fear—and Rafe’s gun pressed to the side of one’s skull—they started talking. Fast. "A woman named Bianca," one stammered. "She contacted our leader. Said she had a plan to help him get a meeting with Mr. Moretti. Our boss had been… angry after Mr. Moretti bought his casino. He wanted to talk. Bianca said kidnapping Mrs. Moretti would force his hand." Another chimed in, talking so fast he stumbled over the words.

(This book is my favourite. It is a mature book. This book is inspired from real life stories. Siya being a prostitute makes this story a bit different from your regular Mafia Romance. Don't worry you will get every bit of romance, mafia, kidnapping, forced proximity and surely steamy romance.) *********** Soon everyone left except Rohan. Rohan softly patted her head and said ‘Take care Kiddo.’ He then hugged Abhimanyu and gave him the best buddy smile. He is genuinely happy for his best friend who finally got his love after 16 years.

“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.