Novel & Cerita Emotional Hostage

“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.

I froze, trying to fully understand what he meant. “I know you are being held hostage by Richard. I know about you brother, Jeremy. I also know that you were with Alpha Herth before tonight. I want you to ruin him, take over his soul and deliver it in my hands and I will set you free.” His hold on my wrist tightened and his gaze toughened. My heart pounded in my chest. I had never had a client like this. No one had ever been able to resist me. I was an empress, the wolf literally force the man to yearn for me even when he didn’t want to.

"Matthew is a liar, Emmanuella. He spent a year playing house with you. He didn't do it for love, and he didn't do it for fun. You were his camouflage. You made him look like a normal, boring man while he did very dangerous things. But even a shield is valuable when the bullets start flying." He gestured toward a silver tray on the nightstand. It held a tall glass of water and a plate of sliced fruit. "Eat", he ordered. It wasn't a suggestion. "I have no use for a hostage who faints because she’s too weak to stand." "I'm not eating your food," she spat, her anger finally shielding her from the fear. "I want to go home. Right now."

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

I confessed, extremely frustrated. "Get going quickly. I'll join you as soon as possible," Myles projected. "Oh, my darling Myles, what happened? I came running quickly to this place after I heard that you and Kellerman were held hostage by his former manager, Davis. How are you feeling now, my love?" Emilia said emotionally. "It's complicated, Emilia; I only came here with Kellerman for a private business meeting held in his hotel room, but unfortunately for us, Davis held us hostage along with the receptionist, Angela," Myles explained to his wife. "Mr. Kellerman, good evening. How are you feeling too?" Emilia said as we exchanged kisses to the cheeks. "I'm good now, Emilia. Thanks for sho

"I don’t know anything about this. I’ve been covering for your mistakes, but someone else seems unwilling to let go of how you hurt them. Or maybe they don’t like it when you hurt the people they care about." Devon gently pulled his hand away from Emily and started to walk away. But before he could leave, Emily grabbed his hand again. "Marry me. Let’s start over. We love each other, don’t we? You’re only being cold to me because Charlotte is here," Emily pleaded shamelessly. Devon said nothing. He pulled his hand away and walked further from her. In desperation, Emily grabbed a knife and took one of the guests hostage. Her actions stunned the crowd.

I wasn’t just a hostage. I was a trigger. And that made this game far more dangerous than I’d ever imagined.

The fact that they did it in front of that door meant they wanted me to hear them talk "What do you mean?" "The guy is mad or something, why on earth is he thinking us for? Beating the living crap out of him?" "He was just raised well maybe that's all, don't start getting into the Lima syndrome shit and stuff" "What the fuck is that?" "Lima syndrome? Where the captor starts feeling sympathy for the hostage"