Held Captive By Former Times Novel Novels & Stories

Savannah asserted glaring at Rome for any possible response. That's true, so how do we get the passcode for the fourth lock!?” Rome asked, turning to look at Liora. “I sincerely don't know!” Sister Liora nodded with a sad look. “So, she probably used your credentials because you are her first captive from the Sinclairs’ family right!?” Bryan suggested. “I think I do!” Ophelia declared looking at Liora with a teary-eyed expression.

That was when I saw a news item. "Actress Doris, who disappeared several months ago, is suspected of being kidnapped and mentally ill. She is now imprisoned in the mountains, being pregnant. When she was rescued, she bit a sixty-year-old woman to death." I checked the news out of curiosity and saw a video below. Doris's hair was messy. She was heavily pregnant and was chained to the corner of the wall. Her whole body was covered in scars and bruises. It looked like the mother and son had tortured her badly.

Sensing my gaze, Eugene struggled to turn to look at me. His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. His voice was hoarse. "Sherlyn, save me quickly." The scene was the same as in my previous life, and I clenched my fists tightly. So, I was reborn, back to ten years ago. The fear of falling from the high building and the suffocating pain still gripped my heart. Looking at the desperate plea for help in Eugene's eyes, I only felt hatred and ridicule. I thought, ”Eugene, this time, I will never interfere in your disgusting love game. You deserve to rot to death in this dark alley."

She was in a penthouse in the middle of a city she did not fully know, surrounded by his people, with her phone and her thoughts and a message from her oldest friend telling her to run. Did everyone know she was being kept here? Is that what this was? Did people on the outside know she was essentially a captive in a golden building and she had been so busy losing herself in the situation that she had stopped seeing it clearly. She set the phone down on the bed. She pressed both palms flat against her eyes. What the hell was happening. ********************************************* The men were on their knees when Dimitri walked into the room. Three of them, hands bound behind their backs, hea

The old Luna had raised me as her heir, grooming me to be his future Luna. And yet, it was Barry himself—Alpha of our pack—who cast me onto the altar of the peace treaty, gifting me to Bayport’s crippled wolf. Rumors spread through the pack overnight: “Emily must have been unworthy—why else would Barry throw away his fated mate and trade her as a hostage bride?” “Her new bond is with a crippled wolf. What a shame!” “They say the elder spoiled her, that she spends her nights in taverns—how disgraceful.”

10. EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER ___°°°___ CALANTHA THUNDER. Calantha hid in the storage room with the boy she liked - the Beta's son. They had promised to meet at twilight before her birthday. Now they were here, in the dark as she stared at his glowy eyes. "You'll be eighteen in an hour," his voice reverberated in the room, he had reached puberty stage earlier than her. He touched her shoulders. "This would mean everything to us, Calantha"

They moved me again. The ropes dug deeper into my wrists as they dragged me down another set of unfamiliar corridors. The air was different here…colder, heavier, smelling faintly of damp stone and gun oil. Another compound. Another cage. They shoved me into a chair, the light above swaying in lazy arcs. Marcello was already there, perched casually on the edge of a desk like a king waiting for his entertainment. “You travel well, Lena,” he mocked, eyeing the bruises on my arms. “Maybe captivity suits you after all. Quiet. Controlled. That stubborn spark of yours looks dimmer every day.”

The next second, he lunged forward and seized her wrist. "Let go!" Sophia struggled, but he easily overpowered her. "Save your energy," he whispered, using his other hand to pull off his tie and bind her wrists. "You'll need it later." With that, he swept her into his arms and strode toward the balcony doors. Outside, a helicopter hovered, its rotor blades deafening. Sophia's eyes widened in horror. "Vincent! This is kidnapping!" "So what if it is?" he sneered, leaping onto the balcony with her. "I should have done this the first day I saw you."

I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?