Kidnapped Story Fiction Novels & Stories

There was a night trouser in the bag, an accompanying top, and a nylon with bathing materials in it. She dropped it all on the bed, sitting next to them, fear growing in her again. She didn't know why she was brought here, who ordered her kidnap, or what the person had in mind, having her kidnapped. Thinking over and again, she couldn't remember having offended anyone since her arrival to City S; she couldn't figure out why anyone would want her kidnapped. ***** Heyy, it's your author Geni. Please note that everything written here is nothing but fiction. Please vote as you read, comment your thoughts, and don't forget to leave a review, I am very open to constructive criticism.

I'm so appalled by the question that no words come out if my mouth. As I find what to tell him, my kidnapper begins to unbuckle his belt. Fear starts to kick in. "I'd rather be locked up," I tell him firmly, hoping he would grant me what I have said and leave me alone. "Don't bother, you are not my type. Besides, I wouldn't force a girl. Most times," he leans in so close I feel his breath mingling with mine. "Most times, they end up begging me to fuck them."

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.

In the end, they left this place of sorrow. In the end, we managed to find the missing children in the abandoned well. The well had been abandoned for decades and had already dried up. However, someone had connected a pipe to it that would fill the well with water. The water would slowly rise as time passed. It would have taken 30 minutes to rise above the children's heads. That was why the mastermind had set a 30-minute timeframe for this. When we got to the well, someone had already moved the pipe away. The water had only risen to the children's necks, and all six children survived. Whoever was behind this probably did not want to hurt innocent children.

“But I’m going to find out.” The wind howled around us, thick with darkness, and something inside me shifted, uneasy and restless. Not fear. Not just fear. Something deeper. Something dangerous. Because Cassius Draven, the man who kidnapped me, was the only person keeping me alive. And I didn’t know what terrified me more. Him or the fact that I didn’t want to run.

She hurriedly came by my good arm side and hugged me. "Girl you're always getting in trouble these days", she sighed. "I'm glad you're ok." "I almost freaked out when your godfather told me he couldn't find you. That you were kidnapped"? "I was thinking it was going to be like one of the books we read where the guy kidnaps a girl and the girl then has Stockholm syndrome and ends up falling in love with the guy and will live happily ever after." "You know? like falling for morally gray men, the hot once in books always commanding and having huge..."

She eventually snapped out of it when they nudged her, and that’s when she showed them the text. It was all too suspicious, something must be up if she wants her coming all the way there, she already brought the documents so clearly this was more than it seemed, It was this very uncertainty that formed an uncomfortable knot in her belly. She couldn’t believe that Aiden was caught up in the middle of all this. Still once again related to the Harringtons! How does she tell the story? That his grandma kidnapped him when he was a baby for malicious intent! Her brain was short-circuit and everyone wanted to come along but she refused.

His face was a masterpiece of sharp angles, but it was his eyes that held me captive—cold golden eyes, and entirely devoid of mercy. “You’re mine now,” he said flatly, as if he were stating a fact as simple as the weather. “Please,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t know how I got here. I was kidnapped! This is a mistake. Just let me go. I’ll do anything.” He raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from bored to mildly amused. “A mistake? That’s cute.” “I’m serious,” I said, my voice breaking. “I don’t belong here. Please.”

Spencer started pulling away, colder with every passing day. Fiona, though, stayed just as sugary sweet as always. Then one morning, the three of us got kidnapped on the way to school. The second Fiona saw a chance, she bailed—didn't even look back at Spencer or me. When Spencer spiked a fever, I did what I had to do. I endured the kidnappers' disgusting hands all over me. In that moment, it felt like I was right back in those awful nights of my childhood, when the butler's hands went where they had no right to be.

Tatum replies, pulling back one of the two seats for Leila. “Twelve years ago, a young lady was kidnapped and brought here but her kidnapper was not an enemy, in fact, he was her best friend, she trusted him.” “No way…..” Leila gasps and she stands up swiftly, her heart lunging from her chest, her mouth wide open.“This is that cave?” She knows the story Tatum is about to tell her, the day she suggested they fake her kidnap so her mom would not give her a good beating for giving all of her friends the muffins her mom baked for her dad.