Hostage Synonym Novels & Stories

Much bigger. ‎ ‎“Then I should leave,” she said quietly. “I need to—” ‎ ‎“You cannot,” he interrupted sharply. “Not until I know she’s safe. Not until I know exactly what she has, and who is behind this.” ‎ ‎Her chest tightened. “So I’m a hostage?” ‎ ‎Victor’s gaze sharpened. “Collateral.” ‎ ‎The word cut deeper than any threat ever could. It wasn’t just a label—it was a statement of the stakes. Her life. Her sister’s life. The political chaos that now extended far beyond her comprehension.

It's not like I have any more to offer. I stared into Hitoshi's soul and barked, "I'll be the first to tell you, Hitoshi. I have nothing else to offer." "Don't get me wrong, Miles... I already know that. I just want you to take a handful of hostages... nothing else." Hitoshi replied. Hostages? That sounds skeptikal. Perhaps it's just spies... but if Hitoshi truly wanted rats in our system, he'd try harder than this. He's just casually throwing away hostages, and that doesn't make sense even if they can't be used as bargainings tools.

What had gotten into the head of the hostage to think he could beg for a quid pro quo in the middle of whatever the hell was happening in there? I wasn't through coming to terms with his sudden request when a hard smack resounded. So sudden and abrupt that it rattled me for a bit. I tossed a hurried look behind me if somehow I'd managed to draw attention. "The Alpha doesn't make bargains with the likes of you." A voice that didn't belong to Lykos nor he hostage barked. It was possibly one of his men who was in there with him. Whoever was the hostage and how was he even caught?

I gripped the edge of a crate, trying to steady my breathing. One man lit a cigarette, the ember glowing faintly as he exhaled smoke. “You think she’s worth it? Risking all this?” “She’s bait. And bait’s all we need.” Bait. That word slammed into me like a bullet. I wasn’t just a hostage. I was the shiny little worm on a hook, dangling to draw them in. Always the bait. I staggered back, knocking into a loose pipe. It clattered to the floor. “—what was that?”

He felt choked when he saw the man that could be used as a hostage writhing in the fire. "I know you don't have any good impression toward any Islanders, but it's such a waste to kill him like this. He's the scion of the Origin Sword Style and he's worth quite a lot. Without him as our hostage, it won't be easy for us to leave the Sky Plane now. Not to mention we still don't know who's behind this ambush. We should interrogate him properly, so we won't fall into some other trap," Clarion quickly dragged Sora out and advised Harvey when he saw Harvey wanted to burn Sora alive. "Fine, interrogate him. If he won't cooperate, cut down his arms and legs and throw him back inside," Harvey swiftly

She had just settled into the chair when the door sprung open again and Rami came in rushing, “come, come.” “What?” “They know we brought you this way and Liborio has rounded up everyone but the three of us. We need you as a hostage.” “I’m sorry, what?” “We are going to use you as a hostage.” “Rami.”

Khaid’s lips curled into a small, predatory smile that held no warmth. “Hostage? No. I'm just helping the girl with the aphrodisiacs concoction. You can't die without teaching someone your recipe. A hostage is traded. You will be a confidante who can’t talk. A presence I can trust not to betray me, because the consequences of doing so are immediate and non-negotiable.” He asserted. His voice laced with a vivid tone of nonchalance. I felt a cold dread settle in my stomach. This wasn't some romantic trope where the villain falls for the captive and keeps her close. This was pure, clinical calculation.

Agent Rich asked. The hostage stared at them without knowing what exactly he was to believe in the current situation. " You will embrace the same fate that caught up with your friend. You will die. And that won't be the problem. The problem would actually be that you were killed by the people you are struggling so hard to protect. Oh.. is that not a disaster?" " Enough!" The hostage shouted. " Enough of all of these talks! You both are trying to mess with my head! And it is not going to work! Never! "

Holding something. No—someone. A second hostage. And when the hooded man lowered the hood, Lena felt her knees weaken. The hostage was unconscious. Bloodied. And unmistakably familiar. It was Kade’s brother. Elias smiled darkly. “Now,” he said, “shall we negotiate properly?”

Liam pointed at Jona with his pen, “is being held hostage to secure his dirty secret.” Gage ran a hand over his face and winced at the ache in his wrist. Martin stepped back into the room, looking ashy. The way he fisted his phone had Gage rising to his feet. “That hostage is my daughter, and I’ll do anything to save her.” Ambassador Durant leaned forward, directing her next words to the now pale RSO. “We’ll secure private transport if necessary. Find us the resources. And—” Suddenly recognizing his distress, she paused. “Martin, what’s wrong?”