Falling In Love With Your Kidnapper Novels & Stories

As I sat back in my seat, dazed, my heart and mind remained stuck on the words I just blurted out. I love him? I love him. A second later, Nikolai asked, “You love the man who kidnapped you and married you forcefully by threatening your life?” I wanted to strangle him! I really did. But I still couldn’t form words. Because all I could hear in my head was the echo of my own words. I love him. I love Jeremiah. I love my husband. Oh. I fell for him without even realising. And even when there were not many reasons to love him since he kidnapped me, I still did.

“Attraction is chemicals, hormones, pulse rates, and heartbeats. It’s a pretty face and a sexy voice, a quick wit and a beautiful body. It can be any of things, or none of them. It’s unique to each individual. How do you fight yourself?” “You’re not much help,” I whispered miserably, already drawing away from him. “I haven’t finished.” Holding me firm, he lifted my chin up to meet his eyes. “Your body can’t fight it, but you can do battle with your mind.” He tapped my forehead several times to make sure I’d got the point. “If you find yourself in a situation where you’re falling in love with your kidnapper, what would you do?” “Try to remind myself of who and

She kept on firing question after question. The officer looked at Angelina and said "Your parents were found dead this morning and they were ruthlessly murdered by someone. We are trying to find the murderer soon and it will be best if you co operate with us. We would like to ask you some questions but you are not in your right mind so we will talk later"

Jack thought to himself and he wanted the girls blow each other a kiss in the air as the blonde walked away. There.....There it is! The sunflower tattoo. It was Bailey! He had paid to have her favorite flower tattooed on her forearm one spring break. That was the last summer they spent together and here she was. Standing right in front of him. He stood up to tip her on stage but the commotion had gained others attention as well. More people were following the other dancers lead. His brows furrowed and his cold eyes glared. Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot.

In her haste, she turned the corner of the corridor and hit her head against a wall of muscles; instead of preventing the man, she tightly hugged him around the waist. “Please save me” Harper William who was running toward the exit of the door and in haste to get out from there tried to shake off her hand. but her grip was too tight; he was already feeling the effects of the drug and couldn't keep it. "Let go" Daisy shook her head and squeezed him even closer. He had to leave the club before anyone found out about him, but the female gluing to him made it impossible. Harper noticed that she appeared to want to fuse herself with him as he looked behind her. He finally drags the girl inside th

"That would be nice if you would help me on that one." "Helping you by stealing Theodore?" Jessica digested the request carefully. "Yes, if you could do that I will help solve your problem properly. I will immediately send the replacement funds to your account." Jessica could count on how many times Alica made such a request. Alicia became very clear with her request. “... I'm sorry but tell the truth, Alicia. Are you the one who set me up?" Seeing what benefits that Alicia might get by trapping her, Jessica could only be sure that the scheme was one thing that Alicia had planned. She had been trapped by Alicia.

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

There was something in his eyes that charmed and at the same time intrigued her. “I was supposed to marry you. He got you kidnapped by his own men putting the blame on some unknown gang and ran away to California for two years keeping you concealed from my eyes. Because of his uncontrollable drinking and your mother doing drugs, your family funds got exhausted and you became a stripper. How am I your offender here?” Anthony pecked the lips of Celeste much to her surprise. His eyes played on her face with proclivity and tenderness. Celeste flattened her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “Oh yeah? Tell your cock and bull stories to someone else who doesn’t have a brain in their head.”

“That you love me. That all those ridiculous news reports about your disappearance are nothing but lies.” “No.” Giovanni turned to face me fully, an eyebrow arching. “No?” My throat was dry and my sweaty hands? They clenched into fists. “I’ll never say that. You kidnapped me, Giovanni.” ‎His smirk widened. “No, baby. I saved you. The world outside wouldn’t let me have you, so I brought you where no one can take you from me.” Giovanni said, stepping closer to me. His words twisted something inside me. I wasn't sure if it was rage, fear, or the sickening mixture of the both of them. As he tried to close the gap between us, I stepped further to the back. And like that, it continued until I turn

"Are you crazy?! It's just a wedding! How long are you—" Nonetheless, I was sent stumbling backward while knocking over the box by my feet. Everything inside dropped out, and Sean picked up the PTSD diagnosis on top, his eyes narrowing. "W-What is this?" He demanded, his voice cracking in disbelief, "You're suffering from mental issues?" I looked into his eyes fixedly, but despite his genuine shock, I snorted. "You didn't know, did you? I wasn't hit by a car—I really was kidnapped. Are you happy to see me like this now?"