Kidnapped Book Author Novels & Stories

I stated. “There is? Are you okay? Tell me where you are and I'll come for you immediately.”Joe said, relentlessly. Richard scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Just skip everything and tell him what's going on, already.” He stated. “I was kidnapped by some group of people. And the only thing they want is the release of the women that attacked me at the party. I don't know who they are but they're some really dangerous people.” I mumbled..

The only right answer was to tell her the truth but where to start. She already knows how Aryan kidnapped me and used me as a sex slave, she knows I was pregnant with his child and she knows he took me to one of his illegal meetings and that was where I got grievously injured and lost my baby, she already knows a lot, she stopped knowing from after he brought me back from the hospital and it was just three weeks but a lot has already happened. “I was kidnapped” I suddenly said, I knew it was a terrible way to start but I should just spill that out so she would not be shocked when I say it later on.

She couldn't see where they were going because the car was covered in black glass. Who were these men and what did they want with her? they knew her deepest secret and it was scaring her. who was the lady they were dragging and touching earlier and how come she was carried instead of that lady. Was it a planned work or was it one of the men she had met that day? what if it was the man who she slapped while he was touching her. Is this his plan of revenge, or was it the man she walked out on when she asked her to be his mistress or it could have been the third man because he said something about her not coming from a rich background? Did he know her parents or her story and could any of those

He made sure I was well-fed and safe. I thought Lucas hated me. I was, after all, the woman of his greatest rival. Lucas did not let go. He carried me back into the car and whispered, “Jane, if you kissed me just to get back at Ethan, I’d be heartbroken. “For those who call you tainted, I’ll break their bones, tear their skin, and make each one kneel before you and apologize. Would you like that?” Lucas seemed like a madman. I did not know if he would do something insane like the day he kidnapped me.

"Please, Sienna cannot find out I called you or told you any of this." "Why?" "Because she's dangerous! The fuck? She was my best friend, but I cannot sit back and let her do what she's about to do to that girl's body." I'm still not entirely sure if this whole thing's a setup, but her mood seems genuine. "Now talk. Give me the details." Tiffany clears her throat. "It all started last week... when Luthor kidnapped Diana because he thought she was Sienna." Every single bit of blood in my veins chills. "WHAT!"

“But I’m going to find out.” The wind howled around us, thick with darkness, and something inside me shifted, uneasy and restless. Not fear. Not just fear. Something deeper. Something dangerous. Because Cassius Draven, the man who kidnapped me, was the only person keeping me alive. And I didn’t know what terrified me more. Him or the fact that I didn’t want to run.

But hopefully soon 👀 In the meantime, go check out my new book 🥳💃🏾 "Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir’s Obsession" The story follows a young college girl who goes on vacation with her boyfriend, but ends up caught in a terrible situation and gets kidnapped and shipped off to another country. She eventually lands in the hands of a powerful cartel leader. She was given to him as a gift, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Until she spoke back to him. And something in him shifted. (Warning in advance: this story is darker, messier, and definitely more boundary-breaking 😜.) Thank you once again for staying with me through this journey.

"DNA results. Independent lab, three separate tests over six months. We wanted to be certain before we found you." She didn't take it yet. "And if I say I don't believe you?" "Then you look at the file." A third man—lean, quieter than the others, with watchful dark eyes—set a leather folder on the end of the bed. "Kidnapping report. Nineteen ninety-eight. Manhattan. A four-year-old girl taken from the Kingsley estate during the ransom negotiation." He flipped it open. A photograph looked back at her—a toddler with enormous eyes and a gap-toothed smile, holding a stuffed rabbit. "The rabbit's name was Henry," the man said. "You still have him. He's in a box in your storage unit in Brooklyn un

Jax’s men coming to find their president. He didn’t let her go. He held her tighter, still buried inside her, as if daring the entire world to try and take her from him. And in that moment, Hazel realized with bone-deep terror that the man who had kidnapped her might never let her go. Not even if staying with him destroyed them both.

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.”