Falling In Love With Your Kidnapper Novels & Stories

"I never stopped thinking about you. All these years, every decision I made, every move I took, it was all leading back to you." His touch was electric, a current that ran from his fingertips straight down my spine, and I had to physically force myself to step back and put some distance between us. "You kidnapped me. You ran me off the road and had your men drag me out of my car and blindfold me in a dark room with strange sounds playing through hidden speakers. That's not romantic. That's a felony."

They both looked at Clara and Edward and then they exchanged a glance of concern among themselves. “You are serious, aren’t you? You are the girl who is supposed to be handed over to the boss. You aren’t joking! Are you?” Johny didn’t even know what to think! Clara’s facial expression revealed that what she said was true but it was something impossible because Johny knows exactly when the kidnapping has happened! How can the person kidnapped fall in love and marry her kidnapper just in a few days?? How can the kidnapper especially when the one is like Mark, fall in love with the prey and also get married??

He was kind of irresistible anyway. I should return home. I pulled my hand back, but before I could stand— He grabbed my wrist. I froze. His fingers wrapped around me. His eyes were closed. Still deeply asleep. I exhaled slowly. Probably dreaming. I tried to pull my wrist away, but couldn’t. His grip didn’t loosen—not even a little. I tried again but the effort was futile so I decided to sit down and leave once he's in deep. The warmth of his hand encased mine and I just sat there watching the rise and fall of his chest.

“Explain how you ended up pregnant with another man’s child. Make me understand, because right now, all I see is betrayal.” I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “I was kidnapped,” I said, my voice trembling. “They drugged me and had me set up. They wanted to use me to get to you, Aiden. They knew how much you cared for me, and they thought they could control you through me.” He stopped pacing and turned to face me, his eyes narrowing. “Who are ‘they’?”

if you know the shits this man has done for me, is still willing to do for me, and will do for me? .When I got kidnapped on our wedding day, he gave the president 24 hours to find me else he'll burn down the city and he wasn't joking about it. He was willing to kill my toxic ex boyfriend, he dropped Mafia for me. He has everything different. He has shown me what it means to be loved unconditionally. Of course it was a rough start. Of course he's a killer, but is he changing? did he chang? is he willing to change? is he willing to drop everything and choose me over and over again? yes.

He smirks down at me as I've landed half on his lap. "Give it to me this instant!" I flung on him with a snarl, he couldn't be serious! Is he trying to make me commit honor suicide? How the hell did he even get in my room? Unaware of myself, my desperation made me climb on him. Frantically I slipped on him gasping. I ended up straddling him. My eyes snap to his and that is when his eyes changed and I was flipped on my back. "My door isn't locked."

"You don't love me," he whispered. "Not yet. But I can wait. I can be good. I can learn. Just don't leave. Please." "You don't get to beg for love when you've stolen it," I spat. "That's not how this works." His eyes darkened. "Then I'll make it work," he said, voice colder now—deeper. "Even if it kills me." He’s mad. Completely insane. This man doesn’t even understand the meaning of compassion—no feelings, no empathy. Whatever he feels for me… it’s not love. It's an obsession. He’s so confused—he can’t tell the difference between control and affection. And me? I don’t even understand why, out of all the problems in the world, he had to come into my life. Why did he have to ruin everything?

have told Doc I wanted a new nurse." I looked up at him and smirked. He was so drugged he wouldn't have been able to tell the Doc anything. This is the most awake I have seen him since he came in here. "I will get over it boss, don't worry. I love you even if you are sometimes too drugged to fix everything." He looked up at me and I saw his eyes turn into a smile, not his mouth, his eyes. They lightened up like someone had gifted him his very first puppy. Was he that worried that I was upset with him? This strong leader of the biggest gang in New York? I scooted closer to him and reached for his hand. He pulled me down on his chest and hugged me tightly. " I would never do anything to hurt

I watched him as the tears continued to run down my face. He slowly lifted his hand and brought it close to my face, almost touching my cheek. I wanted this to happen so bad, to let him touch me and feel the sparks running through my body. I leaned towards him a little. I wanted to jump into his arms and hold on for dear life. A part of me just wanted him to play, so the pain would stop. I wanted to touch him, why I wanted to see that look of agony leave his face. I wanted to comfort him... why I liked him. I liked my kidnapper. How is that possible? I snorted. No, I couldn't let that happen. I wasn't going to sit down and give up because he told me some crazy story. This might be your world

He slams the door, runs around to the other side and gets in, and barks at the poor man in the driver’s seat to get going. “Hi again, Long time no see,” I say calmly but yet in a sing song voice. ignoring Reid completely I tried not to squirm under his harsh stare, well it's not my fault I escaped.. I mean I was kidnapped in the first place, and no matter how handsome the kidnapper looks that doesn't or rather shouldn't foil my escape plans.. Even if I want to kiss his lips till their swollen and him panting my name.. Fuck! See? One shouldn't be fantazing about one’s kidnapper it isn't normal.