Emotional Hostage Novels & Stories

"You've seen her. She needs you. Without you, she would've gotten worse. I know you've hated your mom, but I think there's so much more." I pursed my lips and widened my eyes. In barely a whisper, I said, "Unless this is part of their plan, stop. I've looked everywhere, but I can't shake the feeling this room is bugged. We might be safe here in the bathroom." Swallowing she stood taller. "Oh God..." Fear, confusion, even terror...the emotions leaped from her hazel eyes. "I-I..."

I couldn't quite examine it, for as soon as he showed me, he covered up his arm again and relaxed in his chair. Quite a peculiar place to have a tattoo, I thought. I glanced at the window, making sure Tristan saw what I did, and documented it for later use. Facing him fully, I opened my mouth to talk but he beat me to it. Splaying his hands across the table, he moved closer. "I have information that says Zirah Oakwood is held hostage here. I'm here to bring her home." "Hostage?" I ask, affronted. "I don't know what you might have heard but I don't keep people against their wills here. If they want to go, they're free to do that at any time!"

When Ember received the call, she was shocked, so she followed Caleb's lead and went to the rooftop. When she saw Jamie being held hostage in someone's arms, she immediately fainted. Caleb was furious, and Ember could only be brought down to rest while he confronted that fan alone. "You're breaking the law. Now hand the child over to me. I can choose not to take legal action, but if you insist, don't blame me for using other means." The fan's look was slightly maniacal. Jamie was like a lifeless muppet doll. There was no response for a long time, as if she had collapsed.

I can’t let the darkness take over. I hustle her down the hall, swiping her badge and using it to open the door. She angles her face to the camera above it and mouths the word, help. Too bad for her a simple hack on site has them looping the nathane recording over and over. Besides, I already tranquilized the two guys monitoring the entrance. Security is tight, but no system is impenetrable. It’ll be tricky to get out with a hostage, but so far so good. Hostages aren’t really my style, but if she’s telling the truth about Johnson and Santiago, she’s my closest link to them. That, and the data drive burning a hole in my pocket.

“What the hell is this?!” Leonard didn’t look at him as he carried Elisa out. “You’re a hostage,” he said sharply. “You can consider it kidnapping if you want. From now on, you remain in my men’s custody until I decide how best to deal with you.” Damian stared at him. Then swallowed hard. “Take me with you, please,” Damian said, his voice shaking. “At least let me stay by her side until I know she’s okay.” Leonard paused. “You can do anything to me after,” Damian continued. “I don’t care. I won’t resist.”

But something gnawed at me. “Calder won’t retreat,” I said. “He never retreats.” “No,” Ava agreed. “He pivots.” As if summoned by the thought, a new feed blinked on unsecured, shaky. A handheld camera. The hostage awake now, eyes wide with terror. Behind her Ethan. Bloodied. Furious. “Ava,” he said hoarsely. “You don’t know what you’ve done.” I stepped forward. “Step away from her.” He ignored me.

“Sign the controlling interest over to me immediately, Liam, or the next image these cameras broadcast is Mateo Rivera’s execution.” The room locked into absolute silence. On the screen my father looked smaller than I had ever seen him, yet he was still alive and breathing. In that instant I understood that Adrian had finally extended himself too far. The feed was live. Hundreds of thousands of people were watching him threaten murder in real time. Riva Chen’s voice continued in a low, professional narration, describing an active hostage situation being carried out by the chief financial officer of Hart Group. Police units would already be in motion across the city. Liam did not reach for an

“Protected? Is that what you call it, is that what they call kidnapping these days? She hasn’t been seen publicly in months. People are asking questions. Her friends, the goddamn media. There are rumors she’s being held against her will.” “She’s not.” “Then let her speak for herself!” Brian’s voice rose again. “Let her walk out and talk to the press. Let her call her best friend. Let her send a goddamn text. why have you kept her like a hostage you don’t want escaping.” I stood up, pacing my office. “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it?” Brian demanded. “Because from where I’m standing, it sure as hell looks like obsession, not love.”

Spy 1 POV "What do you mean Shiloh's gone?" said the booming voice of Mr. Hansen from the other line. He is burning in anger. "Sir, we didn't see her in her office for the last two days. We thought she was sick. So we checked her apartment tonight and we found out that they were both gone. We came in and we saw the old pictures on her bed with the red box," I told Mr. Hansen. what I saw. I was lucky that I escaped from the police and I was hiding in the abandoned old building. My partner was caught.

"When they told me we were getting a hostage, I pictured someone older. Someone harder." "Sorry to disappoint." "Don't be. Eat your eggs before they get cold." She told him, in the careful way that people share information when they know they shouldn't, that Emeric had been running the syndicate for seven years and that the estate had housed various forms of collateral before, but never for longer than a few months. She told him that Emeric was fair in his own way, which Tobin understood to mean fair by the standards of men who operated outside the law. She also told him that Emeric had asked about him twice since his arrival, which was twice more than he had asked about any previous hostage