Kidnapped Romance Novels & Stories

Simone My eyes fluttered open and the light almost blinded me. Where am I? Am I married already? Is this Zion’s place? The green eyed man. “Oh my God! I’ve been kidnapped”. I quickly checked my hands but they weren’t tied. I need to escape. “You’re awake. Good” someone said. I turned around to see a man standing by the window, looking at me. His hands were folded and he had a bored expression on. It was the green eyed man.

It caused all good things to happen. Getting kidnapped and mistaken for Juliet was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. I owed Juliet a lot for that. The way she was as a person was the reason Julia and I have a family right now. Not only did I meet my real parents because of it but also met the man I came to love.

Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, and all their worries and fears faded away as they lost themselves in the moment. Their kiss was tender and intense, each movement of their lips perfectly synchronized. Liam's hand rested on her waist, pulling her in closer, while Penelope's fingers ran through his hair, exploring every inch of him. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, lost in their own private moments.

Love was a delirious game for fools, and Ellie was many things but not a fool. “I like her.” Adam regarded me almost hopefully. I wondered when our world would rid him of the last shreds of his innocence. “Adam,” I said sharply. “I kidnapped her so she could serve the purpose of getting revenge on the Outfit. She won’t stay so don’t get attached.”

She couldn't see where they were going because the car was covered in black glass. Who were these men and what did they want with her? they knew her deepest secret and it was scaring her. who was the lady they were dragging and touching earlier and how come she was carried instead of that lady. Was it a planned work or was it one of the men she had met that day? what if it was the man who she slapped while he was touching her. Is this his plan of revenge, or was it the man she walked out on when she asked her to be his mistress or it could have been the third man because he said something about her not coming from a rich background? Did he know her parents or her story and could any of those

She had a mate—probably my father—someone she had never forgotten. Tristan exhaled deeply, then sat up. “Tell me something, Jane.” I looked at him. “You were kidnapped by Marius. Shouldn’t you hate him? My father told me he took you to use your power once you shifted.” Before I could respond, a knock at the door startled me, making me jump off the sofa. Tristan rose and went to open it. And there, with her heart-shaped face and short, wavy hair, stood Beth. Her large dark eyes fixed on him.

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.

He knew he should turn her down, but every cell in his body felt drawn to her, and then he heard himself say “I’m not French.” An unladylike snort, “Yeah, no shit. I’m Nora, by the way.” He was fighting a smile, “Ethan.” “Not anymore, you shall henceforth be referred to as Jean DuMont, master of ze criminal underworld.” Her French accent was terrible, but he found it endearing. “Okay, and who might you be?” “I am an undercover agent, and you’ve just discovered my secret.” “Alright, so is happening in the scene you’re stuck on?”

… Three days later, I received news that the director of the orphanage that once took me in was critically ill. When I was three years old, I was kidnapped by traffickers. After collecting the ransom, they dumped me by the roadside and left me to die. It was the director, Ernest Winters, who had found me in the snow and brought me back. I wasn't reunited with my mother until I was eight years old. I met Jack at that orphanage. He was adopted by the Lonsdale family a year before Mom found me and took me home. I planned to tell Jack about Ernest's condition. But when he heard the news, not only did he show no sadness, but his face twisted with disgust.

My lovers never took the lead unless I assured them that I wanted to be touched. But Kathrine Raynott didn't wait for my response or how I would react to her desire for wanting me. She just took the kiss as if I was not a dreadful mafia man. As if she wasn't scared of the aftermath. I put my head in my hands as I closed my eyes. This was complicated. Seriously. When I kidnapped her on her birthday, the last thing I had on my mind was carnage. That's how this was supposed to end. In blood and with the corpses of her family and purchaser all around me.