Falling In Love With Kidnapper Novels & Stories

Now, even my soul, my heart and my thinking are ruled by him. The next day, when I my eyes shut open, someone was right beside me. Someone who wasn’t him and it comforted me the most. I started falling for him. I started loving him but I hated the idea of loving him more now. Why? Why should I fall for my kidnapper?

I can't even describe it. I know he had the right to do whatever he wanted, but he shouldn't have made me feel this way. When I saw him with that girl, I lost it. The way she moaned because he made her feel so good, I wanted to be that person he loves and the person he wants to feel good with, but I guess he had other plans. It's weird when I say that I have fallen for my kidnapper, but it's true. Maybe because he wasn't like any kidnapper like the ones we hear on the news; the creepy ones. I hated him at first. I hated him a lot. But they say love begins with hate and fight, right?

We stayed like this for some time, just hugging, my body calming down gradually. I gave up trying to understand everything that was happening. I was mentally exhausted, unable to process any information thrown my way. The most confusing part of all this was how I felt attracted to Vidário. I had seen him strangle that guy on the plane. I was aware of the fact that he had kidnapped me. I knew how volatile he was. But for some reason, when he was close, I wanted to be even closer to him—to continue touching and talking with him. Truthfully, I wanted to know my kidnapper. There must be something wrong with me. Why am I so obsessed with him?

Ariane We land on an island. Given the setting sun, we must be far from my home. At my home, Auracio's house has become mine. When will I see him again? I miss him so much! Who will put up with my whims, my mood swings? I miss his kisses, his touch, his voice, his scent when he takes me fiercely, his smell after he washes. His enchanting perfume when he puts it on. I miss everything about him! I never knew that one day I could love someone as much as I love myself! Everything I feel suddenly is quite new. But thinking it over, I believe I started to love him at first sight. And then, as time passed, that feeling developed into passion, and that passion became a blind love, a shared love, con

I am falling for him. The realization was a brutal, crushing blow to my chest. I was falling in love with my captor. I was falling in love with the man who had shattered my world, who held my family’s lives in the palm of his bloody hand. It was a beautiful, intoxicating illusion, a normal relationship built on a foundation of absolute captivity. "Della?" Karlo called, his brow furrowing with instant concern as he noticed my sudden paleness, reaching his hand across the white tablecloth to cover mine. "What is it? Are you unwell?"

Seeing Leyi's flustered look, the kidnapper's eyes narrowed slightly. He’s probably considering how much of Leyi's words are true. Snow Cecy was very nervous beside her. She cursed Leyi in her heart. She always wanted to drag her into the water. She also think Vicdor Blake is really a drag, and he can cause her trouble no matter what. She shouldn't have been with this man. When she was in a mess in her mind, the accelerator sounded outside the door and the car stopped directly at the warehouse door. "It seems that today's protagonist is here!" The kidnapper stood up and looked at the two women tied up by him with pride: "You all said that you don't know Vicdor Blake, so let me help you prove

she cut off Kaira, this time, her tears were already dropping. "It's crazy but I think I have falling in love with my captor"

Fuck the heart break, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I started kissing him back without any sing of objection on my face, I might never get this chance again nor I could see him craving for me like this ever. At least I will have these moments to cherish even if he somehow forgets about me, I would be the one holding onto it. I’ve fallen for the mafia who held me captive, my heart couldn’t speak the same language my mind did and I could do nothing about it as I myself chose to shut the doors of my mind down. I was with him and it never felt so right despite of it being truly wrong.

Whipping my other leg I'm quick to wrap it around his torso. His jerking up has me up too. Realizing the position he snarled, my freed hands were quick to catch my man. He was so salacious, it had me heaving. The dim lightening, setting sun in the wall-wide window didn't help either. He leans back, flopping me down. I whimper when he goes to detach himself with force, "Why won't you love me, my King?" He upheaved, his canines snapping at me.

Pink and red roses were in front of me, and Nick smiled at me, knelt in front of me, and kissed me hard. I was so scared that I couldn't retaliate with his gentle and dry kiss. My chest was loose and suddenly the heavy squeeze in my heart was gone and my tears continued to shed tears. "I thought I was going to lose it," I whispered to the man who was a kidnapper, and he raised the gun and pulled the rose there. "The next time you call me De Vera, you will increase the fee. You still use me for your antics." It was so dark and they were all there staring at me, with us in the middle of a large room that looked like a paradise in the beautiful view. There was no sea to look at, but the sea was