Emotional Hostage Novels & Stories

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.

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."

" Listen , I know that I've made some mistakes and I know that you I doubting everything that I've said to you so far but the last thing I need is for you to think that I don't trust you I do trust you it's just time I have control issues because you're unpredictable and I didn't expect what happened to happen you were taken so the kids what was that have two eyes I've had the most loneliest Christmas ever and the most difficult New year's day to go and think of it I'm going through hell right now and I need you back I need you to come back to me so that we can sort out everything we need to sort out I'm not going to hold you in motion in the hostage I know that you hate being held emotional

declared Gerald as he and Rey bolted out of the office again, driving straight for the hospital… While driving, Gerald—who now understood that the incident had been too straightforward for it to be over—was prompted to say, “The incident is far from over… Freeing that girl from the ATM was only the first step! With that in mind, we haven’t moved past the crisis regarding the second hostage!” Forget the third hostage, they weren’t even done saving the second one yet! Regardless, now that Gerald was sure that the incident wasn’t over yet, he knew that he had to protect the second hostage at all costs.

His concern was instant, he didn’t even hesitant. “Well… I’ve never been so humiliated in my life.” My voice shook with anger. “I went out to purchase a house for my friend, and just because it was a little expensive—I mean, I wasn’t even complaining!—instead of accepting my money, they held me hostage like a damn criminal. With cuffs on my hands.” “What?” The boss blurted out, eyes widening.

I turned to Emerson, who was standing readily by my side. "What do you want me to do, Luna?" "Kill Sienna Frost and then end Elyn. And this time, make sure she doesn't come back. Go now." Emerson shifted in to a massive brown wolf, and he bared his teeth and growled before he bounded towards the forest. I watched as a feeling of calmness spread over me. Soon this will all be over. ----

My relationship with him was probably the only reason why they thought that I was of any value in the very first place. It can’t be. This can’t be happening! I began struggling as I tried to stand up while making desperate protesting sound against the tape over my mouth. Hayden must have realized my panic before he turned to smile reassuringly at me. The smile wasn’t enough to calm me down and I knew that nothing could ease my fears. This is just plain crazy! “A hostage exchange?” the leader questioned with unfeigned surprise.

The room went dead silent. I was never a rescue story. I was never a charity case. I was a living, breathing clause in a billionaire's war contract. Richard Hart had bought me from Jace to hold me over Vincenzo’s head, using my very existence as leverage to keep the Moretti cartel from crushing his company. "A hostage," I whispered, a harsh, humorless laugh tearing from my chest. "I'm just a hostage."