Emotional Hostage Novels & Stories

He stepped forward, reaching out— I recoiled. His jaw clenched. His hands flexed at his sides, as if restraining himself. “You’re afraid of me.” “No shit,” I spat. “You kidnapped me, tied me up, and kept calling me some other woman’s name. Should I be thankful instead?” He let out a slow, heavy breath. “You don’t understand.” “Then explain,” I shot back. “Because I’d love to know why I’m being held hostage by a lunatic.”

I said and she actually scoffed, "There were men who attacked Ember? Well, about damn time," she said and I glared at her, making her shrug, "You know how I feel about her. That much hasn't changed. But have I sent men to attack her? To be honest, I haven't given her that much thought since I left." "Well, somebody sent men to attack her. That same somebody kidnapped one of the men I had taken hostage. He was in a bad condition, so we know he was taken. That same person messed with our security camera and disabled some guards. That person knows them in and out."

After a five minute argument she finally agreed, but only after she had told me everything. "You have to save Joye from that monster!" She began and my eyes widened at the mention of Joye and a monster. "Monster? What's going on?!" I questioned, my entire body vibrating with annoyance and curiosity. From what she just said right now it could only mean one thing, someone was holding Joye hostage. "Joye, she was kidnapped by Ethan. He captured me and used me to blackmail her into leaving the house. I don't know what he wants from her, but please save her." Emily explained.

I'm a hostage. The realization hit me like ice water. Ever since my twenty-first birthday, my luck had taken a nosedive straight into hell. First Jake's betrayal, then getting sold by my father, becoming Noah's money-laundering tool and sex partner, and now this? What's next? Alien abduction? "Nobody fucking move!" the robber shouted, his voice muffled by the mask. "Try anything and the girl dies!" His arm crushed my windpipe, his body reeking of sweat and something chemical, acrid.

I said a tad impatiently. Mike continued “Well, it got me thinking. What is Petro's weakness, it's like he's immune to torture, and keeping him starved of food and water didn't do things either” I swallowed back a lump in my throat. This was wrong and illegal on all shades, keeping a man hostage and trying to get answers out of him. I pushed away the troubled thoughts. This will be over soon, and I'll hand Petro over to the cops, but until then, I have to keep my family safe, even though it means involvement in near criminal activities.

“We have to hold her hostage until bargaining is over.” Eva lets out a horrified gasp, Pam looks like she’s going to be sick. A small, dry laugh tickles the back of my throat, a saying comes to mind. “When you stare into the abyss, the abyss starts to stare back.” We’re starting to act like Crawford, he holds children and mothers hostage, not us. Never us. I feel sick. I want to be in Asher’s arms. I need to be in his arms.

“They started asking questions, small at first, then more direct, and I didn’t answer, I swear I didn’t, I just—” “You just what.” “I told them she wasn’t just a hostage.” There it is. The mistake. The one that can’t be undone. The one that shifts everything from controlled to exposed. My stare fixes on him completely now, no distraction, no divided attention, no space left for anything else but this moment and what it means. “And what is she.” He swallows. Hard. His voice drops when he answers. Like saying it quieter will somehow lessen what it is. “Leverage.” The word lands heavier than anything else he’s said.

Man screamed in anger because he is not getting why they are caging him in his own house and especially at this moment when he should be beside his wife, helping her and taking care of her and his newborn kids. This man is none other than Mr Grayson Wright who is in the basement for the past one week. He was in the hospital when his mother's bodyguards took him here forcefully and hostage him here even after he threatened them all that he will sue all of them. All this was his own mother's order to keep him away from kashvi and the kids.

He nodded and said, "Alright. I trust that General Dian understands the situation and won't disappoint us." After speaking, Sean turned around and walked out. "Boss, do you think that guy just didn't want to become a hostage and deliberately said all that so he could escape?" one of the robbers said while looking at Sean's departing back. Everyone froze. That was entirely possible. Who would willingly become a hostage? Being a hostage was extremely dangerous. After thinking about it, the bald man suddenly felt that he had been tricked. "Damn it. That bastard is pretty cunning. But it doesn't matter. We still have this woman in our hands. She's also a police officer and a valuable bargaining

“Then why did you look at me like I was nothing?” His jaw tightened. He stepped closer, the air between them heavy and charged. “Because recognizing you is dangerous.” “For who?” she demanded,the tears she promised would never fall out finally spilling. “Me or you?” His hand lifted, stopped midair then dropped. He couldn't touch her cause he didn't trust himself enough to do that. “You’re a hostage,” he said. “Nothing more.” She laughed brokenly. “You moved me upstairs. You gave me a room. You didn’t touch me”