Emotional Hostage Novels & Stories

I say, because she probably has no clue how far we are. Her eyes grow wide at that revelation and she huffs. When she crosses her arms and her breasts are thrust up, I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood. She instantly whimpers softly, realizing her arm is very much in pain with her movement. It only makes me want to comfort her more. She’s going to kill me if this shit keeps up though. I haven’t looked at anyone but Cassandra out of lust in years. How is this even happening?? “There’s an older male we took hostage that won’t talk. Maybe a chat with him will convince you to cooperate,” I state.

I said, folding my arms tightly across my chest and leaning back against the handrail, “for a man who spends most of his time glaring at people from the head of a conference table, you’re surprisingly competent in a hostage situation.” A faint, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Hostage situation?” “We were trapped in a metal box against our will,” I pointed out, tossing my head back. “That counts.” “That’s not even remotely what hostage means.” “It’s close enough.” He let out a low, breathless sound that was dangerously close to a laugh. “It’s good to see you back to normal. For a second, I wondered how I’d live without your unimpressed manner of speech.”

"Please help me." He turns around and he tightens his grip on me as I don on his body. I hug him deeper and he mutters soothing words while patting my hair. This is reassuring. Exactly what I need now. Assurance that everything will be fine. Before I know it, I narrate everything that happened to him. From the moment I woke up in the place I was held hostage to the call from a few minutes ago. Aaron listens, his eyes intense. When I finish, he pulls me close, his hand warm and steady on my back.

I do not think it does- -With those you never know. We have been locked up here for two days and they don't tell us anything, just food and water- -If he were to treat us as hostages, he would have locked us better in one of his dungeons, he would be calmer knowing that the children of his enemy are well protected, under his clutches-

"Why are you holding me hostage against my will?" "Trust me," he said, his voice calm and soothing. "We don't mean any harm. In time, you will understand." I couldn't hold back my anger any longer. "There is nothing to understand here," I said, my voice rising. "I have a life out there. I have a company to run, and clients to attend to. I have a family who would be going crazy with worry about my whereabouts. And my so-called mate is keeping me hostage? This makes no sense!"

Hazel grabbed him and held the glass to his throat, "Get out of my way now!" Everyone was shocked, but they still had no intention of letting her go. "I'll see if you really got the guts to kill me! I don't see that in you at all!" The man held hostage by Hazel shouted. "Shut up!" Hazel put more pressure on his neck, and he stopped speaking. Even though the hostage was becoming more frightened, the others still wouldn’t let her go. Hazel was feeling helpless. There were too many of them. She couldn't get past them by fighting.

He was stunned to see a lady as a hostage which wasn't in their agreement. “You're holding a h-hostage?” The old man asked, he seemed scared about what's going to happen next. Suddenly, the men from Juan's team set him aside. “That's no longer your business, old man.” They began loading all Juan's things inside including seven luggage which had over a million inside. Juan remained watching, whilst Emerald suddenly lost all her motivation in life knowing for a fact that no one out there is going to save her life. However, that's where she mistook it.