Kidnapped And Diapered Novels & Stories

Emily POV The flight back to New York took fourteen hours that felt like fourteen years. I sat motionless, unable to cry, unable to speak, unable to process that all four of my children were now kidnapped. Catherine and Sofia in Russian hands, being transported to biological research facilities. Lily and Ethan were taken from school while we were in Argentina chasing the other twins. Every decision I'd made had been wrong. Every choice had led to worse outcomes. "It's not your fault," Nathan said for the hundredth time.

Then I asked her the question that had been pressing against my ribs for hours. "How did I become yours?" She was quiet for a moment. Then she began to speak. "You were kidnapped, my darling. We do not know by whom. We do not know from where. The men who took you were traffickers. They took many children. They were holding all of you in a warehouse on the outskirts of a city very far from where they had taken you. We do not know how long you were with them. We can only guess that it was perhaps a few weeks."

“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?”

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?

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.

He paused, taking a deep breath and I only placed my hand on the side of his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my palm as I rubbed my thumb back and forth, trying to comfort him as much as I could while processing the info he would give me. "We never knew each other at that time. We were just the kids of two wealthy bastards, they however, did know and loath each other and they… fucked up big time. They fucked to the point where their sins reached us, their children until the got you, me and Jack kidnapped by a mafia organisation." My breath hitched as I tried to understand his words. Dad and Dante screwed which resulted in us and Savaş being kidnapped… Was that event the same one that ha

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.”