Kidnapped Romance Novels & Stories

“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?”

“Your third fantasy, little fan. The one you poured into your laptop at nineteen… the ruthless kidnapper who steals the blushing bride straight from the altar before she can say her sacred vows. You want me to make it real? Extreme? No mercy? I swallowed hard, my nipples tightening into aching peaks. My voice was a breathless whisper. “Yes… make it extreme. Make me feel every second of it. Kidnap me properly.” A slow, devastatingly attractive smile curved his lips. “Good girl.” He reached into the pocket of his discarded jacket and produced two small white pills along with a glass of water. “These will drop you completely. When you wake, you’ll be bound, helpless, and entirely at my mercy. Y

“Most girls don't get to experience this type of love story Katie, it's usually the boring type where the guy meets the girl and does the chasing around. But you my friend,are the luckiest of them all” “That I am” I whispered drowsily, as I fell into my bed, with a reassuring smile on my lips. **** The semester went on and I had to put in extra effort in classes to catch up on what I had missed, although concentrating was really hard. Romano had called me every single hour to check in with me and even sent gifts weekly, with cute little notes that made my heart flutter. Who knew my kidnapper, so rigid and stuff could be such a hopeless romantic.

He said it with a hint of surprise, as if he’d expected the fire at the mansion or the kidnapping to break me. But I wasn't broken. I was tempered. "I am," I whispered. Ares leaned in, claiming my lips in a gentle kiss. This kiss wasn't about sex or possession; it was a quiet acknowledgement of the storm we were about to walk into together. For the first time since I’d seen Larkyn Ambrose across that dinner table, I didn't feel like a victim. I felt like a Graves. And God help anyone who stood in our way tomorrow night.

And it's not just an ordinary book but a romance book. This book is about a kidnapping, and the girl clearly falls in love with her kidnapper. What kind of twisted mind game was he playing? I put the book down and pulled my knees against my chest. Being half-naked in front of him was making me self-conscious. He just sat there and watched me with his cold and emotionless eyes. Ever since we came here to Italy, he change. Way back in Canada, I saw him smirk and teasing eyes, but now... It's clearly gone.

It was surreal—I despised him for having Florence’s love, but at that moment, he was all the support I had left. I leaned back, hands trembling slightly. “Florence has been kidnapped.” Raiden’s expression shifted rapidly from confusion to pure horror. “Kidnapped? What—who the hell kidnapped her?” “Daniel Lockwood.” His jaw tightened. “Why would Daniel Lockwood kidnap Florence?” “Not just Florence,” I said, voice strained with shame and guilt. “Jade, too. He sent me photos of both of them. He’s making me choose who to save.” I slid my phone across the table for him to see. He swiped between the two pictures. When he was on Florence’s picture, his jaw tightened, and something flashed in his ey

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.

However, considering everything Declan had done to her since the day they met, she felt like she could share the truth with him. Taking a deep breath, Karina began to tell her story from the very beginning. “You know, Declan, to tell you the truth, I was kidnapped.” It was how she started the story. Of course, Declan was shocked when he heard it. “Your brother kidnapped me when I was having a vacation with my ex-boyfriend, Aaron. Apparently, that bastard ex of mine had sold me off to Eden for a million dollars. They both signed a legal contract and I was bought like an object.” A drop of tear fell from her eyes as she recalled the beginning of their journey.

she hurried out of the room. A long moment later she came back with the papers and passed them to the male officer. "Thank you." His face turned white as a ghost as he read Colby's last name, and looked back up at me. "Where are they?" The man asked, his uncaring tone turned into anger. "If I knew I'd tell you. As I said, they kidnapped my babies." "Well obviously Colby has a clue, so where did 'he' go?" He demanded me to answer his questions but truthfully all I know is that they left the city.

I was left with no choice, if only I hadn't been kidnapped, I wouldn't be here in the first place but rather, home, reeling in my step mother's torments. Where I had rather been than here. With these maniacs. "You may kiss the bride." That was the part I looked towards the priest, wishing he'd one way or the other denounce the statement but it never came. After all, it was Nikolai Romano— New York's youngest billionaire, they must do what he wants. Moreover, kissing a stinking rich like him was a chance to come in a lifetime, but that doesn't dispute the fact he's an asshole.