Falling In Love With Kidnapper Syndrome Novelas e Histórias

Grace fake smiled at Bennett. “Well alright then,” said Bennett and looked towards Alfred. “We met at a party for the first time. It was a mere coincidence that Eden decided to sit next to me. And well, I was absolutely intoxicated by her beauty, it was so addictive I felt like I was drugged, nearly lost all my senses. And then we got to know each other and fell in love. I’ll tell you, Mr. Brown, she really had me trapped the moment I met her.” Eden’s face was going red. He was indirectly talking about the kidnapping.

I feel every throb, every hot rush of him claiming me from the inside, and I come again just from the feeling of being filled. He collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest. We're both covered in sweat and cum and other things, lying on a ruined mattress in an abandoned warehouse. I was kidnapped by mistake. The logical part of my brain says I'm supposed to hate him. Supposed to be traumatized. Supposed to be plotting my escape the moment he falls asleep. Instead, I curl into him like I belong there. Like this is exactly where I'm meant to be. "What happens now?" My voice is hoarse from screaming.

Blood slicked his palms, making it harder and harder to keep his grip. "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" The kidnapper's voice came from below. It was followed by shrill laughter. "Since you've confessed your love, you might as well die together!" He pressed hard on the remote. The crane let out a tortured groan and began to shake violently. Crack. The steel frame Eric was holding suddenly snapped. "Eric!" Rosalyn screamed. In the instant they fell, Eric used the last of his strength to pull her into his arms and pressed her tightly against his chest.

Marissa Okay! It’s settled. I am crazy! I have that thing, whatever it is called, when you fall for your kidnapper. I open my laptop to search for the syndrome. Stockholm syndrome… I huff at my stupidity. How can I fall for a man that threatens my parents' lives? Who says I can choose between marrying him or ending up at a brothel? Sure, he is hot. The hottest man I have ever seen. That dark hair and those dark eyes. So different from me with my light complexion. And those strong arms around me, and big strong hands.

Violet’s POV The room went silent after I gave my answer. "Alright, we have a deal," I said. Conrad — no, Damon — leaned back in his chair, his eyes on me. Something flickered in his gaze. Triumph? Relief maybe? Or maybe regret? I couldn’t tell. But what I did know was that I had just agreed to partner with my kidnapper... to destroy the man I once called husband. He nodded once, slowly. “Good. Then let’s get started.”

My emerald ring, gold tops are still there. My mother gifted me the ring on my eighteenth birthday and the gold tops on my 25th last year. Nothing except my phone is missing. It means that the kidnappers didn't want money. It only means that the purpose of my kidnapping is neither money nor for molestation, they might have some other purpose. Maybe they kidnapped me to get some ransom money. Suddenly I remembered the names of Scorpion and Phoenix mafia which I heard just before passing out. My mind started working and I got lots of obsessive thoughts like maybe a handsome mafia boss fell in love with me.( Hahaha....Note the sarcasm.)

I wonder what people saw when they looked at us, all they can see is a happy couple just like that old lady did. Only if they knew, if they knew our history and how we met one another and how we know each other, they'd wonder how both of us can be together. They would think how can I be in love with my kidnapper and how can he be in love with a woman who betrayed him and rejected him twice? They'd call us a match made in hell. They'd say that I have Stockholm Syndrome and Lorenzo doesn't know his worth. They'd joke that we were obviously meant for each other — even if it was in the craziest of ways!

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

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

I smiled but the confusion and amusement on their faces increased and the pair of husband and wife stared each other with indescribable looks. But the damage was done, I already messed up their brains with back to back lies and it was quite funny for me. Now that I have created a story, I will surely make it come true because, Falling in love with their daughter was not a plan, but making them fall in my trap, so they accept our love is planned. And I will do that before I meet you as your boyfriend, Ms. Topper! Tbc...