Kidnapped Novels & Stories

She has already given the money to that other man. She could not get the money back and if she did not leave to go and look for how to gather the rest of the money she owed the other man then she was doomed. She shouldn't have seduced this man and stolen his money. She has heard many things about him but she chooses to ignore it because of her desperation. Now, see where it has led her to. She has been kidnapped. Adrian came to a stop in front of her, "how are you going to pay me back my money? ". He asked again

I repeated, my frown deepening with voluminous intensity. Surely, I didn't think Vladislav helped me because he had a good heart and whatnot, but kidnapping definitely wasn't the option I was looking at. "Yes... Kidnapped," he confirmed, pushing his sleeves further as he leaned back in his seat. "K-I-D-N-A-P-P-E-D. Past tense of kidnap. To take someone or hold them unlawfully, usually by force. It typically refers to the abduction of a person, usually for ransom, coercion, or other motives."

Were they really right? “We were kidnapped. This is called kidnapping, uncle! He forced us to live here!” I breathed before I spoke calmly again. “I wanted to go back home, where you must have been waiting for us. But he took us and didn't let me leave! I begged and cried. I felt so vulnerable, Uncle.” I broke down into a nervous wreck before him—yet again.

The air froze as if I were an unwelcome intruder. With furrowed brows, Silas looked up and scolded me harshly, "Lena, don’t you know the rules? Can’t you knock before entering?" I didn’t have time to care about such things. Fighting back tears, I choked out, "Silas, Yael has been kidnapped. Ten million. The kidnappers are demanding for ten million dollars." Silas remained completely unfazed, casually stroking Yuna’s hair. "Kidnapped? Don’t panic. A Gardner needs to endure hardships to grow."

“So where are we off tonight?” “Another kidnapping,” his voice picks up as he talks about today’s search and rescue mission. “An ambassador’s daughter was swiped. Twelve years old, her name is Angelica Singh. Local cops think she's a runaway, but the girl is a straight-A student who has a gymnastics meet this weekend," he shrugs. "No history of depression. No boyfriends. Really solid friend group. No previous issues." "Good girls run away too," I remind him.

Lauren burst out to bring her in, wrapping her arms tightly around her. Ethan, watching, smiled to himself and redialed Jonathan. “The bottled water is under your car,” he said. They heard frantic footsteps through the speaker—then Jonathan’s voice, ragged and furious: “This isn’t a bomb! It’s a bottle of water!” Ethan chuckled low. “Monroe Holdings. NovaCorp. No matter how high you climb, you’ll always be behind Blackspire. And by the way…” He leaned closer to the phone. “I have a recording of your entire kidnapping operation. Under 18 U.S. Code § 1201, kidnapping is a federal offense punishable by up to life in prison—especially when it involves threats, ransom, or crosses state lines. You

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.

Sleep never came. Aria lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling beams until her chest ached. Kael’s words rattled in her skull like a chain she couldn’t break. Once you know, there’s no going back. She had been kidnapped, hunted, nearly killed. And now she was supposed to sit quietly while everyone whispered about her? No. She deserved the truth. When the lodge finally stilled and the fire burned low, she rose. Barefoot, she slipped through the hall, each board groaning too loud under her weight. The night air chilled her skin as she crept outside.

Then I asked her the question that had been pressing against my ribs for hours. "How did I become yours?" She was quiet for a moment. Then she began to speak. "You were kidnapped, my darling. We do not know by whom. We do not know from where. The men who took you were traffickers. They took many children. They were holding all of you in a warehouse on the outskirts of a city very far from where they had taken you. We do not know how long you were with them. We can only guess that it was perhaps a few weeks."

“This is your home now, Zarina! You belong here, with us. You don’t have any other place to go. You’re a nobody, a worthless orphan. You should be grateful for what I’m offering you.” His words cut through me like a knife. I’m not worthless, I’m not a nobody. I’m a person, with my own dreams, hopes, and fears. “I am grateful,” I say, my voice shaking with rage. “Grateful for being kidnapped? Grateful for being treated like a prisoner? Grateful for not being allowed to be free?”