Kidnapper Manga Novels & Stories

My claws were out and I felt bones cracked under my grip as I raised him up and slammed him into the wall. He struggled to hit me back but I didn’t let him take charge. “You have no idea what you’ve done,” I growled. He laughed breathlessly. “Yes, I do. I showed you who you really are. And it’s clear, loser.” The kidnapper recovered and grabbed a metal pipe, swinging it into my back. White hot pain shot through me as I staggered. Danzo did not waste the opening. His claws tore across my chest, shredding skin.

The kind of laugh that bubbles up when your soul is collapsing and the universe is too cruel to make sense anymore. “Sweet,” I repeated, biting back a feral grin. “Yeah. Adorable.” I didn’t even wait for the receipt. I turned, walked out the doors of that overpriced hellhole, and stepped into the moonlight like a woman reborn. Because here’s the thing. I accidentally kidnapped a stranger, mistook him for my cheating fiancé, and absolutely railed him within an inch of his life. Meanwhile, my actual fiancé was across the hall, getting handsy with my own younger sister.

"Are you crazy?! It's just a wedding! How long are you—" Nonetheless, I was sent stumbling backward while knocking over the box by my feet. Everything inside dropped out, and Sean picked up the PTSD diagnosis on top, his eyes narrowing. "W-What is this?" He demanded, his voice cracking in disbelief, "You're suffering from mental issues?" I looked into his eyes fixedly, but despite his genuine shock, I snorted. "You didn't know, did you? I wasn't hit by a car—I really was kidnapped. Are you happy to see me like this now?"

Liam stood tall, his eyes scanning the dimly lit warehouse, the only sound the creaking of old wooden beams. He clutched the duffel bag tightly, his heart racing with anticipation. Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the space. Liam's gaze locked onto the figures emerging from the shadows. The kidnappers, masked and menacing, stepped forward, Isadora held captive between them. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a strip of duct tape sealed her mouth shut. Her eyes, wide with fear, met Liam's, pleading for help.

If Isaac, Xander and the bastard who had me here think this will blow over, then they have another thing coming. Nobody messes with Kenna Bodega ex Staniopolis. No fucking way. I will find out who the kidnapper was. I will find out who put him up to this and then they will pay. He unties the rope at my ankles and my legs then unties my wrists and releases me from the rope around my upper arms.

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.”

Ruslan seemed excited in telling it. "Well they said this 'no need to pretend to return the wallet! ' Then my father just stayed silent because he was confused about whose wallet I had to give to them when it was my father's wallet, ehh suddenly the residents immediately beat my father because my father did not want to give me the wallet, my father shouted forgiveness my fathers were innocent! But they didn't care they still beat my father." "After seeing papa lying limp they stopped beating papa, not long after there was a woman running while shouting "gentlemen! This pickpocket has been caught by the security guard in front! This is my wallet!" those who had beaten papa were confused becau

The ginger kid huffed at me and turned his face away as he folded his arms. The other one rolled his orange eyes at his friend before holding out a bleeding hand towards me. “I’m Torch” he spoke, with a nervous smile at me “I’m your Captor. I’m the one who Banded you.” “While I was dead?” I huffed “you don’t play fair either, do you?” “None of us do” the man chuckled, bending to my level “it’s survival of the fittest. You should know the best about that.” Anger flared through me at the comment, but I did not let myself be baited by the words. I eyed the trembling hand pointed at me but still refused to take it.

I couldn’t be more fucking wrong… Because two and a half years later, the case had been closed. Justice hadn’t been served. Agron was walking free… Without a warning, without any penalty at all. Not even a fine. Not even community service. Absolutely nothing. He was a free fucking man… And he’d used it to his advantage. And kidnapped me. Making me his captive. Taking me away from the one good thing that had happened to me after years of suffering. Lorenzo Salvatore. People needed mafia men like Lorenzo to point at, and say that they were the bad guys.

I nodded reluctantly and followed him. On our way to my room, we heard yelling coming out if Vin's office. Vin. I like the nickname. Did I just gave my kidnapper a nickname. Was he really my kidnapper, when I willingly kissed him. Does anyone's heart beat increase when they kidnapper is next to them, and in a good way. I hate not knowing any of these questions.