Emotional Hostage Novels & Stories

"I'm sure you would want to make me understand, so do it. Make me understand everything I don't, and I promise, I'll try to find the best solution to whatever is going on." "The best solution is concluding I'm a bad person, and giving you on my baby, and my mate." Truth be told, I didn't expect to appear again, but since my baby, and my mate had been taken hostage, I needed to show up just to make sure they weren't killed. I would have refused the offer, but then I didn't know how to. The threat was too much, and I didn't want to disappoint anyone as at now. "Hmm. I thought you said your mate was dead?"

"I want you to stay here, with me, until your father pays his debt. You'll be my... guest, shall we say." I felt a surge of anger and fear. I was being held captive, with no idea of when I'd be released. "And if my father can't pay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Marco's smile grew wider. "Oh, Emilia. I'm sure he'll find a way. After all, he has something very precious to lose." Me. I swallowed hard, trying to process the situation. I was a hostage, a bargaining chip in Marco's game of power and revenge.

the man barked, moving the syringe closer to the old man’s neck. “Please, have mercy,” the elderly hostage pleaded, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. Aleah clenched her fists, forcing her legs to move. She could feel her heart pounding as she took hesitant steps forward, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She couldn’t understand why Hunter was ignoring her—even if he was mad, why treat her like this?

“You’re our hostage. My father is waiting downstairs right now, trying to decide when he’s going to kill you or sell you off into his sex trafficking rings. It’s not exactly a romantic time.” “Then why did we do it?” I huff, wishing I could take it back. “You begged,” he replies arrogantly. I want to slap him across the face, but I’m afraid of what he would do in response. Instead, I curl into myself, making my body small. Wishing I could just disappear. I thought giving myself over to Emmett would make me feel better about the chaos and danger around us, but his quick withdrawal of feeling is only making it worse. I feel even more alone than before.

That is just too kind. After my nod of confirmation or whatever he gave me a huge grin which means he was pleased with my answer. Asshole. He stepped out of the car, but the self-centered prick that he was, he waited for the driver to open his doors for him and only when he snapped his fingers were the guys that had me sandwiched allowed to open their door and escort me out as well. My hands were still free of any duct tape or rope, I was pretty much as free as a bird, except that I was held hostage by my psycho ex-husband. Well, I think we should more often focus on the good and not on the bad side of our situation.

I placed my hands in my pockets, “Why did you then kidnap me?” He shrugged, “I… missed you?” I couldn’t help it, I laughed, shaking my head, “Your first joke that’s actually funny.” He gave me a look, “My first time witnessing your laughter and with such an expression…” He smiled, “I wonder what’s that about.” “Why am I a hostage?” “I never said you were.” “So I can leave?” “No.” The air had thickened and suddenly all my nerve endings were at full alert. “What is this about, Klaus?”

I whisper. The photo shows Marcus—the gym guy, the beta tester, the man I went on a date with. He’s tied to a chair in what looks like a hotel room. He’s gagged with duct tape. His eyes are wide, terrified. Harlan has a hostage. "He grabbed Marcus," I say, my voice trembling. "Because he thinks... he thinks Marcus matters to me." "Or because he knows Marcus is a beta tester," Alex says grimly. "He’s raising the stakes."

I whispered into my mic, hoping that he was still watching from the safety of the van and that he was keeping the hostage hidden from the reach of the Butcher’s long-range optics. "I hear you loud and clear and I’m keeping the hostage inside the car with the doors locked, so just get it done and don't let that boat get any further away from the shore!" Matteo’s voice crackled through the earpiece, and I felt a small surge of relief knowing that the girl was out of the line of fire.

he said softly, nodding in my direction. I took his hand and gripped it tightly, allowing his strength to tie my heart, which was on the verge of shattering. The officer turned to me and nodded in acknowledgment. “Mrs. Presley, we have cornered the assailant. He is sitting inside the car and holding three people hostage.” My eyes widened in terror. It took me a moment to realize what he had called me. I didn’t have time to think too much about it. “Are they alright?” I whispered, a shred of hope in my voice.

Whoever was the hostage and how was he even caught? Lykos broke into my thoughts with a low tone. "Let's hear it." "My family." The hostage coughed. There came a spitting sound after. "They have my mate and our pup. They threatened that if I didn't do as they instructed, they'd be dead by sunrise. Lenora and Janice. Save them, please." For the first time since I set foot into the grounds of the basement, another emotion apart from fear filled me. I was sympathetic for whoever it was receiving punishment for whatever he might have done.