Kidnapped Novels & Stories

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.

I only needed to change the course or distract him, father's guards would have us surrounded by the time he'd recover. I would rather be in a loveless marriage than be kidnapped by a nameless rogue. “What do you think you're doing?” He hissed, his voice sounding more menacing through the helmet, struggling to regain control, we were approaching a speed bump, this was my chance. “Trying to escape you, dummy. Let me go” I held on tightly, I wasn't about to show up on a missing people's list and to rogues nonetheless. “Stop fighting or we both die”, he hissed.

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.

I felt like Henry was aiming for the same respect as the others, but I could see some side glances. Joseph must have noticed it as well. "You are right Henry", He looked around the room as his voice darkened, "Every member should do exactly that." Right after, almost like they were on a walkway, or planned it out, the three of them turned on heels and walked back to the office. I followed. When I walked into the room they all looked at me smiling. "Why?" I said looking from one to the next, "You looked like you were going to join us and give a speech of your darling." Joseph said walking over to me, still slow from his injuries. "I was, but Henry took the words out of my mouth," I said tryin

Kidnapped by the billionaire . Mercy's write. . Chapter 2 *I have been kidnapped* ************************ 2 ************************** Just then,the door opened and the almighty Xavier Marshall stood in front of me putting on a white jersey and right there,I knew I was doom. *He isn't gonna call the cops on me right*. "Hi"---he greeted. "I know what you are about to say but just here me out, all what I said last night,I didn't mean it,I was just stressed out"I cut him short clasping my hands with my eyes closed.

He immediately put her on a blood drip so her wounds could heal, but I could see that there were wounds on her body that were never going to heal completely. After the doctor left, I slipped onto the bed beside her and held her tight while she cried. She eventually calmed down enough and Fynn started to softly prod so she would tell us what happened. It quickly became evident that the man that was killed was the culprit. He kidnapped Freya one afternoon while she was on her way home and since she knew the rules, she wouldn’t kill him just so she could get away. She explained everything she had been through, all the while hiding who she was so she could protect

My girlfriend, Selena Jenkins, and I are committed to a strict 50-50 relationship. We are three years into our relationship, and we split everything down to a single bottle of water. Then, out of nowhere, I get a call from a kidnapper. "We have your girlfriend. Have 150 thousand dollars ready, or she dies!" I calmly launch our app, SplitMate. According to the algorithm, this unexpected incident falls under "shared risk", meaning she is responsible for 50% of the cost. However, after factoring in the personal insurance policy I took out on her behalf, she only needs to pay 35,550 dollars. I send the calculation results to the kidnapper. "This is her share. Please contact her family for t

Not Aria Winters, foster kid, nobody. Alessandra Ashford. Kidnapped heiress. I'd had a family. A mother. A life. All stolen. The grief was overwhelming. For a mother I didn't remember. For a childhood that was taken. For myself. The fourth box was newspaper clippings. Article after article. *Ashford Heiress Kidnapped.* *Five-Year-Old Vanishes From Home.* *Massive Search for Missing Child.* *Reward Offered for Alessandra Ashford.*

Without turning around, Marius replied harshly: "Trust? I don’t trust anyone." . . . Three days had already passed since Marius had kidnapped me. He kept me locked in a room with the door and windows bolted shut. I could only tell day from night by the slivers of light through the cracks in the windows.

Describing myself I would say I am 5'8" tall girl , chubby face and a little chubby body with long hips length wavy hairs which are now tied in a bun, small almond shaped green eyes, slim lips. I am a girl with normal looks. Then why did they kidnap me ?? I stopped thinking about the reasons behind my kidnapping. My biggest concern now is my whereabouts, so I decided to look around to find out where I am right now. I am sure my parents had already noticed that I am missing. They might be searching for me. So I just have to do something just to get myself enough time so that my parents can get to me. I really miss my parents. I want to cry. The moment I looked up my heart shuddered with fear