Kidnapper Manga Novels & Stories

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.

When I looked at Kilian rubbing his feet on the dirt to clean them, I couldn’t help but smile. It was the least he deserved. He seemed to sense my laughter, because he looked at me at that exact moment and snorted. “Funny, vomiting on me, female?” “Messing up my kidnapper? You bet it is,” I replied, though my mouth tasted terrible and my throat burned. I felt so weak I had to hold onto the seat as dizziness threatened to make me fall forward. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to stay awake. What was happening?

She cleared her throat, and kept some distance between us. “Was it?” I mouthed. I knew nothing about romance. She rolled her eyes at me. “Can you take me home?” “What are you gonna eat? I will ask the…” “You are not going to take me home? Then leave me alone because the moment I get out of here I gonna call the cops on you!” I chuckled, she amused me. “On what charge?” I asked, and folded my arms. I watched her lips moved, her eyes darting before meeting mine. “Kidnapping.”

Kaden said again and a lone tear dropped from her eyes. " You're just one of the most selfish and evil person I've ever known, Kaden." She yelled at his face and Crystal frowned. " You're doing all this for that...that witch who doesn't even have a background? How would you even know if she's just staging her kidnap? Nothing happened to her, okay? She's just trying to create dramas as she's always done, as an attention seeker that she is! Who knows? She might have tried to run away with one of her numerous lovers but came up with this plan instead? You–"

The one time I should be barefoot, I'm clad in a dress. "Yes, I'm Maeve—the one and only. Why?" I glare at the man towering above me. He is an entire head taller than me but leaning into my face, fanning my eyelashes with his breath. "We have come to get you. Our boss has unfinished business with your family, and you're the easiest victim. You're not a fighter like them, but I must admit I'm impressed you managed to make friends with the first man we sent to kidnap you." The other men are laughing as he speaks, and I blink when someone blows an arrow into my leg—there must be something that will put me to sleep inside. My eyes dart down, only for my mind to blank out. I try to stand my groun

I tried to bounce myself a little and felt the plush softness envelop me. I expected to be waking on a cold floor or basement. It was little more than I deserved for how I spent the years leading up to my arrest and prison sentence. But I wasn’t cold, and I certainly wasn't in a basement. Hell, there was even a soft blanket covering my body. What kind of kidnapper made sure you were covered with a blanket? Kidnapper. Fuck! How had I managed to get into trouble this time? I hadn't been in contact with anyone from that previous life. I was just getting my shit together. And now what? Was I about to die here?

Uzair growled as I froze holding my cheek. "Aayee hayee....kya pyaar hai?! 1 ko maro toh dusre ko takhleef hoti hai." (Aww... what love?! If I hit one, the other gets hurt) He laughed. I held back my tears. I'd had enough. I had to do something. I couldn't just watch because I was scared. He kidnapped me, beat up my fiancé and threatened my family all for what? So I got off the floor and storming towards him grabbed his arm turning him to me with what little strength I had and grabbed his collar.

“You’re gonna be okay.” Lena’s good eye snapped open, filled with pain and something uglier. “This is your fault,” she spat through gritted teeth. “Your stupid fucking fantasy. You got me kidnapped, beaten, and shot because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut about wanting to be Reaper’s whore.” The words landed like punches. Hazel flinched but didn’t let go. “I know. I’m so sorry—” “Sorry doesn’t fix my leg.” Lena’s voice cracked as the doc started stitching. “I heard them talking while they had me. King wanted you bad. He said you’d look real pretty chained in his basement. And now I’m the one who paid for your wet dream.”

“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?”

Karissa dismissed. “The fff!” I bit my lips and groaned, whirling on Quinn. “Do you have any idea who the kidnapper is?” “Who?” “Mamba. Fucking Mamba!” Quinn looked lost than widened his eyes. “The one from Cisco mission?” I nodded. “He's after my life. I walked out with a bullet wound and he with a scratch. It wouldn't take him long to reviver before he comes after me again. He's inpatient. If he wants to settle scores, I'm not putting Ethan or Miss Johnson in danger.”