Kidnap Fantasy Stories 소설 & 이야기

The former had an unfair advantage over her mate who had been starved for days and barely able to maintain his balance. She watched with horror as Nikjin tossed his nephew around like a rag doll, ripping his skin apart with his claws and fangs. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as she watched her captor, killing her mate. By the time he was done, Danshak was an unrecognizable lump of mangled bones and gore. “Now, tell me my darling Luna, is there anyone else you would like to see?”

This is Real. Bolting up taking in my surroundings, I panicked. Was I kidnapped? Did the twins know I have been kidnapped? Where the hell am I? And who fucking kidnaps someone only to put her in a suite which I'm guessing is a presidential suite judging by the looks of it. Looking about the room I began to wonder if I am in a dream or seriously gotten myself kidnapped by some rich men. Come to think of it, this place is really beautiful. Plush surrounding, beige floor tiles, champagne color wall, graphic designs and arts on the walls, chandelier creating a sensitive lightening to soften the atmosphere. My kidnappers must really be rich. What if they're mafia lords trying to sell me into pros

naiiyak kong sabi. "Hindi talaga pwede." tumayo si Caden. Hindi pwede?! Baka naman ayaw niya lang talaga akong paalisin dito. This vampire prince has kidnapped me. He was just making excuses for Leo's escape from prison so that I could not return to our house. Bakit ba ayaw na niya lang sabihin yung totoo sa akin? Ginagalit na naman niya ako. "How long will you imprison me in this sad place?" umiiyak kong tanong sa kaniya.

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.

"My mom told me this story. A story of a bird who wants to fly, who wants to break the shackles of our world and see the world. But she had to endure a lot of obstacles—," I raise my hand to stop her. "No need to be dramatic. Tell me what happened." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, "Sorry. I write a lot." "Go on." "My mom and Aunt Cara were best friends. My mom was kidnapped by my dad and then she fell in love with that animal. You know Stockholm syndrome and all. Anyway, it didn't go well with her. Aunt Cara was born in this world. She is destined to marry someone her parents decided. That's Elio.

That girl was smart and planned to dig more gold from a rich man when she was young, Except for Harry, that girl also hooked up with server rich, old man. As soon as I hung up, Frank asked, “What did Harry say?” I snorted. “What else can Harry say? How could Harry take Anya’s son away? Anya failed to take after her son, and now she is slandering Harry like a mad dog. What a bitch! It would be great if Anya’s son had been kidnapped. Oh, right, I heard that some people specialize in kidnapping children. Those traffickers would deliberately cut children arms and legs, through them on the street and asked them to beg for money. It could be great if Anya’s damn son was taken up by those trafficke

And having dropped the bombshell on the press, I demanded, "Would an important family like the Boswells really allow a nobody to become Mrs. Boswell? Would I really be afforded such a privilege without Sean Boswell's own agreement?" The footage of my kidnapping played just then, leaving the crowd stunned by the sheer barbarism it showed. I looked Janet in the eye from the distance then, and calmly said, "You faked suicide to steal my groom. Then, you hired thugs to kidnap me and beat me into miscarrying, even smugly sending me the video just to brag." "Did you really think I won't have evidence to catch you red-handed?" It was a pebble that kicked up a storm.

"Now, now, no need to be rude. I'm Mat, and you, my dear, are my guest for the foreseeable future." "Oh really? A Guest? I'm a prisoner, you kidnapped me!" I exclaimed, trying to break free from her restraints. Mat simply smirked at her. "I prefer to think of it as a temporary arrangement." I disregarded what he has to say and then tried to make him have some little fear in him, "am sure you know my father is wealthy and with that wealth, he can recruit the whole security personnel in this state. It's only a matter of time before you cut it better if you let me go at this junction" I said and he smiled. And then suddenly Mat's expression turned cold. "I wouldn't count on that if I were you.

My voice came out before I could stop it. He turned slightly, brows raised. I stared at the shining building, my chest tightening. “Are you kidnapping me?” Lucian blinked. Then laughed. Softly. Warmly. He wasn’t mocking me—he was just surprised. But I was dead serious. Greywin’s old stories rushed through my mind like a wave crashing into my skull. The ones he used to whisper around the fire to the children when the grown-ups weren’t watching. Kidnappers are very rich, he said. They drive smooth, expensive cars. They take you to big cities where lights never go off. Their houses? Shining, clean, glassy places where you never know if it's day or night. And if you’re unlucky... they’ll use you

CONTENT WARNING: Heads up: This one's a dark dive into forced fantasy – kidnapping in a dystopian Earth-Moon setup, virginity tease under power plays, light non-con vibes with a massive Viking-type handler (gentle touches amid the fear), humiliation from stripping/washing scenes, and a boss's selection game pitting captives against each other. Age gaps, emotional whiplash from terror to traitorous arousal, and hints of group selection drama; if captivity tropes or body betrayal hits hard, maybe moonwalk past this one. See what I did there? ; )