Falling In Love With Kidnapper Syndrome Novels & Stories

"Sit down. Please. Let me explain." I told him everything. The breakup with Anthony. The night at the bar where I'd met Armando. The alley. The murder. The kidnapping. Nico's expression shifted from confusion to horror to outrage as the story unfolded. "Let me get this straight," he said slowly when I finished. "That man kidnapped you. Held you hostage. And now you're marrying him? Have you lost your goddamn mind?" "It's not that simple—" "It's exactly that simple! Gwen, he's a criminal. A murderer. You witnessed him kill someone and instead of going to the police, you're wearing his ring?" Nico's voice rose. "This is Stockholm Syndrome. This is textbook Stockholm Syndrome!"

I had been anything but good ever since the day he had left me. For starters, I was engaged and living with a complete stranger. Who l had been forced to marry. Not to mention, my fiancé, the stranger, seemed to be completely repulsed by me. And l found new ways to make him hate me more with each passing day. As a result l was eventually going to be trapped in a loveless marriage. But yeah, I was doing good. “That’s good to hear”, Dylan said with a feigned smile. And my sorrow suddenly dissolved into clear anger.

This was the most awkward situation she had been in her entire life. She was not really a person with a lot of answers in her life which meant that she was always confused but the situation was making her more confused than she had been in her entire life. She was kidnapped. Attracted to her kidnapper. Her kidnapper definitely had a bipolar disorder along with many other disorders that she was still unaware of. She didn't even know if she was ever going to get out of here. Realizing the fact that Making a list of all the confusions she had right now was doing no help to her sleep schedule she decided go in the hallway and relax a bit.

Mostly because I wanted some distance from the wolf. Er, Jesse. He'd started to seem too human when he was giving me directions via our little game of Charades. And I didn't want to humanize him. He and his friends had abducted me, and they were trapping me in the townhouse. I was not going to fall victim to Stockholm Syndrome. And sure, I was a long way from that, but the first step to falling for your kidnapper was seeing them as a person with hopes and dreams and feelings and shit.

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?

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 snatched you from your previous life, not to cage you, but to …ensure that every beat of your heart resonate with mine…. The words blurred as tears welled in my eyes. It had been so easy to fall for his charm. After all, he had kidnapped me right after my first and only boyfriend had humiliated and rejected me, so it felt good to be wanted and obsessed over by someone…even if that someone was my captor. He could have forced himself on me at any time, but he didn’t. He tried to woo me instead. But it was all a lie. He just wanted me to like him so I could give him an heir…those flowers, they were all part of his sick plan. And when he found someone better, he threw me away like garbage and

While I was curiously examinating my new surroundings, Anton crept up beside me. "So, what do you think?" He asked me with a smirk, amused by my astonished expression. "I... I think it's way better than what I expected." I honestly replied, my shoulders unwinding in relief. "I wasn't expecting that from my kidnappers!" My last sentance was said in a sharp, reproaching tone. I wasn't going to be like those girls who feel so relieved not to be abused during their captivity that they thought of it as an act of kindness from their kidnappers! That was called Stockholm Syndrome and that was an unhealthy relationship! So even though I was relieved to be kept in a quite nice room, I took an harsh t

Desperation clung like condensation to his voice, wet and threatening to fall. "Fynn," I started, but there were no words after that. "What, Sage? Tell me the truth," Fynn said flatly. "I love you, Fynn, I love everything about you," I confessed. "I have felt something for you from the moment I saw you and it only gets stronger and stranger. I don't get it. I don't understand how I could have fallen for someone who kidnapped me in the woods, but you're different. You care. You've been there for me as I adjust to being here, and you've made sure all my needs were met. I don't know why you would care about me. I don't understand what you see in me, especially knowing what you're capable of and

*Gemma* Out of all the things that could happen to me in my life, I never expected to be kidnapped. My kidnapper refused to call it that. He lounged on the couch opposite mine, the picture of ease with legs crossed and a short glass of whiskey in one hand. "Retrieving, picking up, acquiring… choose your synonym, Springs."