Kidnapped Book Author Novels & Stories

he whispered as I ushered them through the door. Frankie stood still with wide eyes, avoiding anyone’s gaze as the half-dressed girls stood in a small circle. “Um, you gonna tell us what this is?” Jordan asked. I pressed my palm down my face. “Josie’s been kidnapped. I went after the guy that did it, and found all these girls in a sex trafficking ring.” Jordan blinked several times. “You’re serious, Booker? Why haven’t you called the cops?” he asked, pulling out his phone.

Fay guessed as she recalled a story in a novel she had read. In reality, life is never as beautiful as that fictional story. Everything that looks so good should be suspect. Oscar tucked his hair back. Somewhat misunderstood. "Not exactly like that, but you were kidnapped by someone. When the kidnappers were found, you were no longer with them. The kidnappers said that they lost you. You managed to escape. But you never came back either." "Poor Miss Barney." Fay made a short comment. Two children glanced at their mommy and giggled.

From the sound of the waves outside, it seemed we were by the seaside. Despite feeling dizzy, I tried to think of a way to escape. Maybe they were planning to kill me or do something terrible! I should have known better! I shouldn't have left home if I had known this would happen! I attempted to find something to break the chain, but everything I tried seemed futile. My hand just hurt from the constant banging. The door opened, and the man responsible for my kidnapping entered. He was wearing a tight sleeveless shirt and shorts. His appearance was captivating with his poker face and messy hair.

He instructs. I opened the book, then started reading it... The book fell from my hand... My father kidnapped five kids and I'm one of those kids that got kidnapped. "The woman you call your mum, is barren... She can't give birth. When I kidnapped you and the other kids, I decided to atleast bring one of the children to my wife. I felt it would stop her from crying herself to sleep, and it did work. So you see Safiya, you do not have my blood flowing through your veins, so it shouldn't be that hard to murder you."

' I felt myself lowering myself to the ground. 'That's more like it, keep that mouth of yours shut or else!' he then left me there and I made a small prayer hoping I actually make it out of here alive. He left me sitting there for hours and I found myself feeling thirsty. 'Um Mr kidnapper?!' I yell for him since I didn't even know his name but he doesn't answer me. 'Mr kidnapper?!' 'What!' 'I um I am thirsty.' 'So?' is he serious right now.

Help! I tried to shout but my dry throat could barely manage to get the words out. "Help," I whispered. A van pulled up in front of us and I was gently pushed in it. I was being kidnapped. I knew it. But I couldn't do anything about​ it. I immediately tried to get up but failed miserably. I couldn't walk and I couldn't see anything. My head began to throb a bit. "What should we do about this girl?" I heard a man's voice ask someone. I saw Olivia in someone's arms too.

“Today’s Ellie’s birthday, right?” “Kate,” I said in warning. She tilted her head. “She didn’t marry, did she?” “I don’t have spies in the Family, so I wouldn’t know.” “It would have been in the news.” I had stopped searching for news on Ellie a few days after I’d released her. She was a thing of the past. “I thought she was falling for you ...” I stood, glaring down at her. “You women always need to turn everything into a fairy tale, even a kidnapping. Ellie was my captive. The only falling she did was her fall from grace.”

Sighing, he took in a deep breath and exhaled. Standing inside Marie's house, Adrian was sure I'd one thing, either Marie had ran away from home without taking anything or she has been kidnapped and was forced to write this letter. But why on earth would kidnappers want anything to do with Marie in the first place. They weren't even together. If they wanted sure money, they should have taken his wife who was sophia, not this lady. She was absolutely innocent. Although the letter depicted that Marie had left of her own free will, something still nagged at him. As he got back into the car and decided to drive up to his friend's house who was a tracker.

I gave a slight nod while thinking that it has already been 13 days since the day I was kidnapped. I turned the page for him to read. There is one more thing that I needed. He looked at the notepad again and after a mere glance at the notepad, he looked at me again. The first line of the notepad says: I need a dead body. I signaled him to continue reading. Victor's POV The first line on the next page confused me, so I looked at her. But she signaled me to continue reading. "

He was only pulling at threads that were already unraveling in my mind. He was right. Dare had taken me away from the only family I had—my father. He had kept me, caged me, made me believe I was something special. And I stayed. I stayed because I wanted to believe him, because I needed to. I gave him my heart, gave him everything I had left to give. I fell in love with him, and what kind of person does that make me? A twisted, broken person. A demented child, desperate for love in any form, even from the man who stole her freedom. Maybe Mr. M was right—maybe I would fall for any man who kidnapped me and threw me crumbs of kindness.