Kidnapped And Diapered Novels & Stories

“This is your home now, Zarina! You belong here, with us. You don’t have any other place to go. You’re a nobody, a worthless orphan. You should be grateful for what I’m offering you.” His words cut through me like a knife. I’m not worthless, I’m not a nobody. I’m a person, with my own dreams, hopes, and fears. “I am grateful,” I say, my voice shaking with rage. “Grateful for being kidnapped? Grateful for being treated like a prisoner? Grateful for not being allowed to be free?”

"What do you mean by kidnapped?" Luke met his gaze. "Mr. Theodore, it happened years ago. We were taken during a trip to Italy—some men ambushed us." Theodore sighed, irritation clear on his face. He was probably wondering what the hell was going on. And honestly, I almost pitied him. Out of everyone in this room, even though he was someone not to be messed with, he was also the least involved in these kinds of things. Hearing these two talk about something as severe as kidnapping and mafias like it was a minor inconvenience must have been baffling for him. Before anyone could drag the conversation further, I placed my cup on the table with a soft clink.

Am I just another name, another face, in a long line of people Dare has discarded or left behind? I try to shake the thought, but doubt creeps in, i was just a girl that he spared, he kidnapped me and caged me but all of a sudden, I began to think that I matter most in his life because he showed me kindness and we slept together. Maybe I was just as pathetic and delusional as Mr M claims me to be. We shared moments that felt real, that felt different. But what if I was wrong? What if I was just a play in a game I didn’t understand?

Watching my daughter's dull, gray eyes, I remembered the past. In truth, Kieran had once loved me and our daughter very much. When I was pregnant with her, he would drive an hour every day just to buy the food I was craving. After our daughter was born, he proudly declared he would give her the whole pack, making her the most precious Alpha heir. He would buy out entire toy stores as birthday gifts for her. But all of this ended the day Willow returned from overseas. She used her kidnapping by rogues as a weapon, setting traps for me and my daughter time after time.

Apollo wrapped his arm around Josie’s waist as she leaned into him. I felt bad about asking, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but I was so interested in these women’s stories. These families were being held against their will and learning why was important to me. “I’m originally from a pack down south. When I was twelve, I was kidnapped from our home. The men who took me told my father and brother that they would kill me unless they denounced the pack and joined their army as rogues.”

I drop to one knee, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder. He nods, but his bottom lip trembles like a leaf in wind. I scan the crowd-no parents looking frantic, no one calling his name. I lift him easily, his small body warm and solid against my chest. "Lost, are we?" "Mama... Leo... gone," he whispers, and tears finally spill down his cheeks. Fuck. A kid separated from his family. "Hey!" Kidd jogs over, waving a lollipop big enough to be a baton. Kieran trails behind, scowling at every stare they draw. "Holy shit, L-since when did you start kidnapping toddlers?"

She and Vincent wanted to trade me in for Wicked Valley's protection, huh? Five years ago, some suicidal drug lord had the nerve to yank out a single strand of my hair. Big Dad had singlehandedly wiped out the guy's entire base. Second Dad had broken every bone in his body and fed them to the dogs. Sixth Dad had strung up his entire extended family at the entrance of the valley and left them there to dry in the wind. My 18 lawless dads would whip out their guns and start a war if I so much as got a scrape. Once they realized who had been abducted and brought to them, the Gray family would be ground to dust.

Maeve "You kidnapped me, and now you're out of gas?" I laugh like a madman, powerless to keep myself from snorting. The sun is beaming, and we are stranded in the desert. "Whose plan was this? Fire them from their job immediately! How can you forget to buy gas when you're about to kidnap someone?" The ugly man, with rotten yellow teeth and the creepy haircut, growls at me. His name is Bob, and I've learned that he doesn't have a wife or children to come home to—Marcus murdered them after Bob failed to kidnap Ryan and Amelia in the past.

Kidnapped I roamed my eyes around the area. I tried my best to calm myself down, trying to not shiver in fear after realizing that I am not in my own room nor any familiar room in our house. Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is I have an appointment to attend to and someone offered me a drink on my way there. I didn't took a sip though, I was too occupied to do so. How did I got here? How many hours am I unconciously lying here already?

He gritted out. She was in pain. She just wanted everything to end. Her mate kidnapped her. Confused her for her sister. Her mate doesn't want her. The hurt she felt was drowning her. Her heart was broken into tiny pieces and she wasn't sure she could recover from it. From Mick breaking her heart to her Mate whom she thought would appreciate her, hating her, he even kidnapped her, tortured her.