Emotional Hostage Novels & Stories

“He defied my order.” "You kept her in your bedroom." "I needed a room with surveillance." "You gave her your clothes." "She couldn't walk around half naked." "You made her breakfast." "I was feeding a hostage." Vincenzo watched me for another long moment. Then... "Hostage. Let's hope she stays one." I took one step forward, standing head to head, “I know what she is Vin. Be careful making assumptions about me or my decisions.” Vincenzo was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Do you remember why she's here?"

"I want you to stay here, with me, until your father pays his debt. You'll be my... guest, shall we say." I felt a surge of anger and fear. I was being held captive, with no idea of when I'd be released. "And if my father can't pay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Marco's smile grew wider. "Oh, Emilia. I'm sure he'll find a way. After all, he has something very precious to lose." Me. I swallowed hard, trying to process the situation. I was a hostage, a bargaining chip in Marco's game of power and revenge.

I gripped the edge of a crate, trying to steady my breathing. One man lit a cigarette, the ember glowing faintly as he exhaled smoke. “You think she’s worth it? Risking all this?” “She’s bait. And bait’s all we need.” Bait. That word slammed into me like a bullet. I wasn’t just a hostage. I was the shiny little worm on a hook, dangling to draw them in. Always the bait. I staggered back, knocking into a loose pipe. It clattered to the floor. “—what was that?”

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.

Joe's men became impatient. "I am in charge here remember? You wait for my orders!" He told his man. Then he turn to Jena stubbornly hugging the child. "Give me the child." He took a step forward to retrieve the child when the cops came and arrest all of Don Emilio's men. Some of them tried to resist, but they were not spared knowing that this are harden criminals. But Joe was quick to seized Jena and the child the police hesitated to arrest him because of the hostages. Joe was able to escape being caught because of his hostages. He brought Jena and the child far away from the place. While she continues to convince him to surrender.

Very few words were exchanged and then he said something. "I'll be there now." he said grabbing his car keys "Where are you going? Emilio? Should I leave?" I asked He suddenly slipped the key from the door behind. "You would remain here until I am back to figure things out." he said to me and walked away. I heard the door locking after him. I was clearly being held hostage and something told me things were beginning to get messy. I needed to do something but I realized I could not even see my phone anywhere. All I needed to do was stay put and hope I see the next day.

Put the gun to her head. Then he spoke. His voice came through the audio feed clearly. "I want Bethany. Emma's mother. Send her in. Alone. Unarmed. No weapons. No wire. Just her." Agent Park cursed. "That's his demand. He wants you." "Then I'll go." "Absolutely not. This is a hostage situation. We don't send in family members. It never works." "What's the alternative? Storm the tunnel and risk Emma getting shot? Wait until Brock gets more desperate and kills her anyway?"

I had to stop this. But instead of pulling away, I found myself trapped in his intensity. His face was so close, his dark eyes piercing straight into my soul. I could feel the overwhelming pull between us—something I didn’t completely understand. “Why?” I asked softly. “Why are you doing this?” Ryder stayed silent for a moment before finally murmuring, “Because you’re my hostage.” That simple answer shook me. I bit my lip, realizing that my emotions were getting harder to control. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t let this happen.

I explained, making sure I told her everything she needed to know and leaving nothing untold. "Rosie will always love to put you in a compromising position. Be careful." She murmured and then continued. "Emily is still being held hostage by Ethan, this time he appointed three guards to follow her around, typically everywhere." I clenched my hands into fists as I thought of killing Ethan again and again. The bastard! wouldn't spare him for one second if I got hold of him. "You don't have to get yourself worked up because of me, get worked up concerning Ethan who committed a treacherous act on Emily..." Mary sighed, which made me more tense than normal.