Books About Kidnapping Romance Novels & Stories

He sits down and looks at us. “The Elders had another meeting after they received a treat from someone calling himself the king of the rouges. I asked Bryan, and he confirmed my suspension. This so-called king of the rouges is also the man who calls himself Alpha Killian, Aka Zara’s kidnapper.” He tells us We all looked at dad. I had a bad feeling about this, and even though he seemed calm, the dark, dangerous aura coming from him was anything but calm, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

I could wonder about all the whys and wherefores once Sable was safe and sound, out of the dungeon. Grasping Princess Nicolette’s arm, more gently than I meant to, I said, “We need to go.” Wait. Why had I just announced that aloud? How very poorly done of me. Now, she was going to fight and try to escape. There went my chances of gaining my badge for exemplary kidnapping skills. And speaking of kidnapping procedures, I honestly didn’t look forward to forcing her against her will or binding her arms and legs to get her to come with me, and I most certainly didn’t want to hurt her. But if she resisted, well…

This was no exception. By the time Dane had finished exercising, he heard his guest closing the front door behind her. Satisfied in a day well started, he climbed into the shower. As the hot water cascaded down his spine, Dane thought about work. He was on to something. He could feel it. He had eleven kidnap victims across the United States. Each victim was taken under unique circumstances. No two victims connected anywhere. Each woman was a different age. Each woman was shaped differently. Each woman was a different nationality. Each woman came from a different state. Nothing pointed to these women being taken by the same offender. Yet, Dane KNEW that they had been. He couldn’t explain why,

"You can do almost anything if it makes you happy. I even have a few additions for your list. I want you here with me, where I intend to keep you safe. But I don't want you to be unhappy." Her face grew serious and she nodded slowly. "The only reason I'm agreeing to this twisted kidnapping is because I believe that." Her eyes traced over his muscular torso. "And because you're super hot and rock my bedroom world." "Ah, shallow woman," he growled, reaching out to pull her down. He rolled them until she was crushed under his naked body. Her long hair tangled around them.

Charles helped Ashton brace himself against the banister and then rushed down the remaining stairs and vanished into the corridor it seemed the sound had come from. Ashton panted, his breath still painfully shallow as he descended the remaining stairs. If something was wrong, he wasn't going to sit there and wait. Just as he reached the bottom, Charles returned with Joanna on his heels, holding a sash from her wrists. "We have a problem," Charles said. Ashton glanced between his friend and his sister. "What is it?" "It's Rosalind. She's been kidnapped," Charles said. "By Scotsmen." Joanna dropped the sash at her feet. "Her brothers. One of them caught me in the library. I think he was search

I am so lost. I don't even know what to feel now. Disappointment? Confusion? Agitated? Mad? Annoyed? I don't know, everything is confusing me. Even Ismaiah is confusing me! "What news?" I confusedly asked. "The tabloid! You were the headline there! The daughted of the mayor is marrying the richest CEO in town." "What do you mean? Headline?" We were on the headline? The hell? I was kidnapped yet I was on a headline but with a different reason?!

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"Then please do. I'm extremely confused. How did you end up here?" And so I launched into my story. My real story. That I was just a normal college student who was invited via Olivia to Wilma's birthday party. Wilma was one of Heather's classmates in high school but they weren't in touch anymore, not that they were great friends or something. Heather listened patiently to whatever I had to say. I told her about how we got kidnapped and how Olivia convinced me to be Juliet, telling me how it made the Jenson's happy. By the end of it all, Heather looked impressed. "I must say you girls are good at this. I can't believe everyone got fooled by you. But of course you couldn't fool me. I'm her bes

“You done yelling yet?” “No. This is kidnapping. People go to prison for this shit, Jax.” He finally dropped her wrists but didn’t step back. She rubbed her arms, glaring up at him. He was bigger up close than she remembered from the shop—broad shoulders, ink crawling up his neck, that scar on his jaw she always wondered about. “You heard what I said outside,” he told her. “Sixty days. You’re mine till then. That means a few rules.” “Rules?” She scoffed and crossed her arms tight over her chest. “Fuck your rules. Take me home.”

I demanded. Hahaha... He laughed as he stood up from the armchair and he sat beside me on the bed, my first instinct was to get a way from him but the chain is a big barrier. "I wish I could do that but I can't." He stared into my eyes and then he ran his hand through my hair... God have mercy. "What...what is the meaning of this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with rage. "Why did you kidnap me from my wedding?" I mean no explanations will be good enough but I still need to know.