Kidnapped Bride Novels & Stories

Reed steps in to hold me in place from restless pacing and freaking out. I listen to the video on the news. “Emily Danvers heir to a corporate legacy bride to Alexander Malcolm was kidnapped from her own wedding reports say. New reports just in the bride was last seen going overboard on a yacht and while her body was recovered it is unclear of what happened to her. She is now considered a missing person since there are no reports of her being admitted for injuries . If you or anyone you know has information please call…” Reed grabs my phone and shuts it off. I sit there just looking around the dark room with wide eyes. Completely in shock.

"K...kidnapped?" "Yes. You suddenly vanished and I thought someone must have taken you away, but here you are." "Kidnapped?" Astrid muttered. The one in the wedding dress wasn't her but Crystal. Crystal's the one who got kidnapped in her place. "Oh shit!" *** Kai's car pulled up in front of his palace, then he and Dan hurriedly got down. "I don't think there was any need to sedate her." Dan said. "You know how she is now, she would have fought her way through, that was the only way to get her away." Kai replied.

he inquired, sensing something amiss. Mark, biting his bottom lip in frustration, struggled to contain his annoyance. "I couldn't. Someone stole my bride," he exclaimed, his voice filled with exasperation. As he spoke, "Alex, the newly appointed advisor of the blue sea pack thought I was marrying Stephanie and kidnapped the bride," Mark said to Lucas, but suddenly, Alex climbed down the stairs with a shock expression on his face. " I did what?" He asked, with his earring dangling on his ear, while Lucas turned to him, before turning back to his uncle. *

Emily stubbornly and impatiently countered. “What is going on here?” Lily blinked in confusion. The conversation these strangers were having in front of her was scaring her to her bones. “Why was I kidnapped? What presentation are you talking about?” Lily asked frantically. Her heart thundered against her ribs as she felt danger looming, and her eyes kept taking quick glances at the revolver with the one-eyed man. Lily did not need to be told that he was the one who kidnapped her. “As from this moment,” Don started, deciding to go straight to the point, “You are no longer Lily Bashwood, but my daughter, Ashley Grander, and in less than fifteen hours, you will be saying ‘I Do’ to Christopher

Marie tried to speak, but her throat was tight, like it was sealed shut. The man stepped closer and towered over her. A wave of pure terror flooded her chest. She tried to back away, but her limbs were too weak. It felt like her body was trapped in thick, invisible glue. She couldn't move and couldn't fight back even when he crouched down in front of her. "The Judd family heiress, if the two of us end up going viral online tomorrow, do you think your family will acknowledge me as your husba–" Before he could finish, he screamed out in pain.

“Maybe I will not be staying with my parents and brothers after my marriage, but they will still be my family, and being Keith, as your soulmate, you will also have to become a part of my family as well. So, if you don’t want to make your future difficult then stop playing one because when it comes to games, the both can play.” “As if you are not playing right now.”, She said and glared at me. “You used your powers to trap the king’s heir and now, you are using him against the king.”, She added. Cade’s grip immediately tightened around my arms, it was clearly stating that he didn’t like the words which Lily used for me or the way she talked with me, because we both knew the truth, the truth

“That’s impossible. I saw it myself. There’s no way you could have survived that.” Marion’s lips curled into a grim smile, his eyes dark with the weight of his truth. “I was kidnapped, Bree. Taken far away, to another pack. One so distant I didn’t even know how to trace my way back.” I blinked, shaking my head as if I could somehow shake away his words. But they clung to me, suffocating me and pulling me down into the abyss of realization. Kidnapped? Dumped in some distant pack? But I had made sure he would never return, made sure he would never pose a threat to me. I had watched his life drain from his body, or so I thought.

"It was a sham, a mix-up. It was dark, and I couldn't see clearly. That's why I carried off the wrong bride." "The wrong bride?" Brad raised an eyebrow, his gaze settling on Nicholas' face. He said in a measured tone, "Mr. Tanner, our custom of bride heist isn't some brute forcing a woman. "It's an unspoken agreement between two villages and two families. If a woman isn't willing, do you really think she'd let herself be carried off?" Nicholas froze. "If she truly wasn't willing…" Brad paused, his voice softening. "She'd beat the guy so badly that his own mother wouldn't even recognize him."

Goodbye. That was more than enough for them. For trampling on my hopes and dreams all my life and for always prioritizing my brother over me. I was done! And then I changed into my sneakers. Thankfully the room was on the ground floor and the old-world architecture provided for large sized windows that would easily fit me, even with my wedding dress. I was almost done with taking what I had with me, my prize money that I had collected over the years and my purse. But just as I was about to escape through the window…a knock sounded on the door, making my heart leap to my throat.

There was coarse material digging into the bridge of my nose, and I realized I had a heavy cloth bag over my head. Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God. I tried to scream, but the bag smothered the sound into a pathetic, choked whimper. I had been kidnapped. “Arya!” I managed to gasp, the name barely audible even to my own ears. Where was she? Did they get her too? I prayed she had gotten away, that she had gone straight back to Liam or, Lorenzo. I wrestled against the ropes, but they were thick and cut painfully into my wrists. Stop fighting, Aryn. You need to know where you are.