Emotional Hostage Novels & Stories

“Did you know Dontrell was being watched by the Feds?” “Was there a relationship between you two? Some say—” “Was this justice?” They swarmed us, microphones and lights blinding. We walked in silence—past the cameras, the crowd, and the noise. We owed them nothing now. A month ago, I was a hostage. Now, I was free. But a part of me would always be locked on that sixth floor, chained in the dark. Because real life doesn’t end cleanly. Sometimes, the villain doesn’t die—he just vanishes while the world moves on.

OV. I finally am able to move so I slowly walk to her and sat at the foot of the bed, I watched in sadness as she instinctively grabbed the blanket to cover herself tightly. I begin to explain that I won't hurt her. That she was safe. she then asked in a silky chirp that was so low I barely could hear "Why am I hear?" She was clearly afraid. I didn't have it in me to tell her at this moment that she was my hostage so I lied "my men heard your screams while looking for weak spots in your people's defenses, they came to your aid and brought you here in this condition, my healer Micah tended to your wounds." Her Expression softened at first then turned angry "you are going to attack my parents!

she called out. Emily felt a momentary panic, but she could not bear to run away. ‘Coco is suffering, and it'll only get worse if I do nothing,’ she thought. Tyson assessed the situation and quickly grasped what was happening. Emily wasted no time in lodging a complaint, addressing Tyson, "Officer, Joseph is illegally holding my dear friend hostage."

He instantly grabbed Emma by the neck, took out a black ink pen from his pocket, and pointed the tip of the pen at her neck. “Don’t move. If anyone dares to move, I’ll kill her! “Step back! Step back now!” The police were careless for a moment, and Pete took advantage of it. To protect the hostage’s safety, the police moved back for the time being. Emma felt frightened and regretful. She really did not expect the cheerful and handsome Pete to actually be a criminal. Plus, he was actually willing to use her as a hostage. After all, Pete had spoken some sweet words to her with a bright smile.

The old warehouse would do for an impulsive torturing session. I brought Emily to my car, and as the soldier slid into the backseat and tried to strap her in, I caught the baby's careful, scared gaze. She watched the man, sucking on that pacifier, and I felt hit once more with this possessive streak of rage. To fight for her. To defend her. To shelter her. What the hell is happening? I rubbed at my chest, thrown off with how immediately I wanted to protect this stranger's baby. No, not a stranger. Isabella was no longer just a hostage. She was infiltrating my mind and tricking me to think of her as something far more personal.

He may take care of the people living beneath his rule but no one that holds another person hostage can be anything but a bad person. A hostage. I really am a hostage. I have tried to get a hold of a telephone all day to reach out to my workplace, mom’s home or the police. Everyone has the ordinary comforts of the outer world with smartphones and other technology. But it also seems everyone has been strictly forbidden to let me borrow their things and Pierto guards me like a hawk when I’m anywhere close to Dr. Davies’ computer. And the telephone on my nightstand only works on the internal network.

Agent Rich asked. The hostage stared at them without knowing what exactly he was to believe in the current situation. " You will embrace the same fate that caught up with your friend. You will die. And that won't be the problem. The problem would actually be that you were killed by the people you are struggling so hard to protect. Oh.. is that not a disaster?" " Enough!" The hostage shouted. " Enough of all of these talks! You both are trying to mess with my head! And it is not going to work! Never! "

One of my officers says and I internally facepalm myself. I know where the hostages are, after all I have been there at her 'safe place' and met them. They're willingly, happily living under her wings. She was there for them when they needed her. She rescues them, helps them, helps them to heal their trauma and provides them with everything, without asking for anything in return. And if Valencia is willingly telling us about the hostages that means she is definitely planning something!! She doesn't go with the flow, she makes the flow go with her.

“Ok, but we need to make sure that the police will be there to apprehend her in a timely fashion.” “Ok, then you call the detective. We should leave now. The longer she’s alone with my parents the more I feel restless.” She let him go, grabbing her to go bag. She breathed out sending silent prayers that nothing bad happened when they got there. They two of them got in his car. Kenji started to race off. Emma jean placed her hand on his arm reminding him to relax. She then made a call to Detective Hanson placing it on speakerphone in case Kenji wanted to say something to him. “Hello? Shannon is over at Kenji’s house. She’s holding his parents hostage, I think.”

The man yelled so loudly I thought my eardrums were going to explode. "If you think that you can continue pretending go ahead then I'll just shoot her unless you give me what I wan-" "... and that is what you have not specified up till now…" Now there was another silence and the man holding me hostage finally spoke again. "It looks like you don't remember we used to do business before and then you claimed that I scammed you and you had me thrown into that hole to suffer. I want to watch the same thing happening to you as well until you lose your mind. Give me that or else I will kill her…"