Kidnapped Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Lies, obsession, and forbidden love blur the lines between loyalty and betrayal, leaving them tangled in a web where survival demands the ultimate sacrifice. This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. TROPES: MAFIA Amnesia Enemies to Lover MM/MFM Revenge Forced Marriage ______ CAGED- A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE SYNOPSIS ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.

It can’t be, right? No, it can’t be. Even though I read something like this. It was part of an action story where she was kidnapped and they shaved all of the woman’s hair, even the eyebrows, because the kidnaper was a collector of different hair colors. He was obsessed with the natural color of the hair so he kidnapped victims just to shave their hair then rape and kill them afterwards. It was a pretty boring book titled ‘The Hairnapper’. I also don’t like the ending because it made the female lead looked like a stupid kind girl that is also obsessed with that damn killer.

I was only twelve years old at this time. Right before my eyes, Kayola, a single arrow pierced my mother’s skull and she died. I was not even allowed to recover from the shock of my mother’s death when I was kidnapped by one of the Rogue soldiers, his name was Hector. I wasn’t the only one that was kidnapped; several girls my age and even older were taken too. Our tiny village was torn apart by those bastards.

The night he kidnapped me I woke up in the midst of several woman who also seemed to me captives of his and more likely sex slaves as well, even after coming back from my surgery I caught him fucking two women, it is obvious the man has the sexual appetite of a dog on heat and the control of a toddler, he was so wrong for me as I am a very jealous woman and would prefer my man fucks only me, then there is the aspect of him being unromantic. I love romance, I live for it and the only time I ever saw him romantic was when I was shut and when he took me back after I recovered, he was so gentle and romantic back then but it could just be guilt. I sighed in frustration as I turned off the shower

He gritted out. She was in pain. She just wanted everything to end. Her mate kidnapped her. Confused her for her sister. Her mate doesn't want her. The hurt she felt was drowning her. Her heart was broken into tiny pieces and she wasn't sure she could recover from it. From Mick breaking her heart to her Mate whom she thought would appreciate her, hating her, he even kidnapped her, tortured her.

Like in the books that I read. Too much reading probably made her insane. Mama threatened that it would happen to me at one point in my life just to stop me from reading too many books. I didn't listen. "My mate was murdered. I went on a revenge mission and killed over a hundred wolves. Killed some important people. I got caught and I ended up here" She went back to picking her nails. "And this happened a hundred years?" "Or more. I lost count" "Do you think they'll be coming for me soon?"

A memory of my mother passed through my mind, her words repeating. We'll meet again- I spun out of bed with a blanket over my chest, my breathing was heavy and my chest was rapidly moving up and down. I glanced around, the room was completely dark but I almost immediately noticed that this wasn't my room. She's his last hope, I remember everything now. I was kidnapped by a lunatic blonde women. I felt a soft material rubbing against my skin, I had on a black nightgown which I was not wearing when I was thrown in the back of a van.

“Weren’t you dear, Cara?” “Exactly Aldo. Which is why this is crazy. You brought me here, holding me captive, against my wish; kidnapping me.” She pushed. “I... when? When did I kidnap you?” “Do you need a dictionary? You have my devices, so I can’t call anyone. You have my cards, all my money, so I can’t leave. And I’m practically on lockdown here. Does this not sound, to you, like a kidnapping?”

Oh gosh, why was this so complicated to comprehend? His arms never wrapped around me. The only thing he did was mumble softly, "Then stop running away from me." A new wave of anger coursed through my veins, boiling my blood with rage. He had just kidnapped me from my wedding, massacred 200 of my people, ripped me apart from everyone and everything I held dear, and left me in the cold and dark dungeons to rot and go insane. And still, after doing the worst to me, he had the fucking guts to say that...?

“You done yelling yet?” “No. This is kidnapping. People go to prison for this shit, Jax.” He finally dropped her wrists but didn’t step back. She rubbed her arms, glaring up at him. He was bigger up close than she remembered from the shop—broad shoulders, ink crawling up his neck, that scar on his jaw she always wondered about. “You heard what I said outside,” he told her. “Sixty days. You’re mine till then. That means a few rules.” “Rules?” She scoffed and crossed her arms tight over her chest. “Fuck your rules. Take me home.”