Kidnapped Novels & Stories

She cleared her throat, and kept some distance between us. “Was it?” I mouthed. I knew nothing about romance. She rolled her eyes at me. “Can you take me home?” “What are you gonna eat? I will ask the…” “You are not going to take me home? Then leave me alone because the moment I get out of here I gonna call the cops on you!” I chuckled, she amused me. “On what charge?” I asked, and folded my arms. I watched her lips moved, her eyes darting before meeting mine. “Kidnapping.”

“The call got cut off.” “Am sure she must be in shock right now doctor... A-am responsible for this. This is all my fault. I...have to be there for my friend.” Ava sniffled and heaved like a child. “We have to file a report about her missing. She was kidnapped in broad daylight and the police need to start looking for her. She's a little girl and I get scared just thinking of many reasons as to why they would kidnap a six year old girl.” Esperza gulped already thinking worse scenarios. Cases like this always ended up with the child not being found again. Kidnappers are always child traffickers wanting to snuggle kids out of the country. Only two percent of the

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And having dropped the bombshell on the press, I demanded, "Would an important family like the Boswells really allow a nobody to become Mrs. Boswell? Would I really be afforded such a privilege without Sean Boswell's own agreement?" The footage of my kidnapping played just then, leaving the crowd stunned by the sheer barbarism it showed. I looked Janet in the eye from the distance then, and calmly said, "You faked suicide to steal my groom. Then, you hired thugs to kidnap me and beat me into miscarrying, even smugly sending me the video just to brag." "Did you really think I won't have evidence to catch you red-handed?" It was a pebble that kicked up a storm.

“Do you know I never abandoned you?” The ache was constant, sharper than hunger, deeper than exhaustion. She had been stolen from her babies before she even knew their names but she called them Sunshine. Their names lived in her heart like fragile glass. She feared one day she might forget the sound of their cries, the warmth of their tiny hands. That fear kept her alive. The kidnappers thrived on cruelty. Once a year, they made a show of their power.

But the man who returned my baby to me said, “Diane was certainly wrong for doing this, but when my wife and I found her baby, someone was about to inject her with something. They were about to hurt the baby. “I think anyone in her position would’ve lost control. Besides, Diane was only doing this to find her baby. Even though it was a little extreme, I can empathize with her as a parent.” A mother noticed that I had wrapped a blanket around her child and even changed some of the babies’ diapers before the “kidnapping” started. They looked at me with mixed feelings. The lawyer, who had offered to help me before, handed her baby to her husband. “I’m Charlotte Gold, an attorney at Gold & Co. I

She asked. She shook her head, “Not complete.” Mika sighed, “I didn't finish it?” She nodded, a look of frustration showing up on her face, “Eliza. Doctor. Kidnapped. 2 years, hurt, crying. Forced. Bad things. Bad father.” Mika's eyes clicked, “I think I've got it.” She faced her, “Your father kidnapped her 2 years ago, hurt her and forced her to do bad things for him, the things he does?”

Yuri nodded before excusing herself and exiting the room. Nearly one month later, all of Hati was on pins and needles. And the reason is quite simple, for recently, it had been all over the newspapers, television and the radio worldwide. All over the world, children below the age of ten or so were kidnapped by some mysterious syndicate. And the strange thing is that no ransom whatsoever was ever asked from their parents in exchange for their safe return. But the commonality was that all these kidnapped were children of either famous political figures or famous figures known worldwide.

Alex didn't remember it, but for some reason there was a vague impulse of memory in his mind. “One day, there was a kidnapper, you were five years old, you were playing alone in the hallway of your father's office. At the same time, Jordan is visiting your father in preparation for his visit to Austria. He received a contract to perform at major concerts around the world. His future is very bright.” Mrs. Sembada's gaze wandered over, reminiscing about the past. “And he finds out the kidnapper is trying to kidnap you, the kidnapper has you locked up and taken you, but Jordan stopped him.” Mrs. Sembada let out a long sigh. “The kidnapper carries a knife and injures Jordan. But he did save you,

I nodded reluctantly and followed him. On our way to my room, we heard yelling coming out if Vin's office. Vin. I like the nickname. Did I just gave my kidnapper a nickname. Was he really my kidnapper, when I willingly kissed him. Does anyone's heart beat increase when they kidnapper is next to them, and in a good way. I hate not knowing any of these questions.