Kidnapper Stories Novels & Stories

I stated. “There is? Are you okay? Tell me where you are and I'll come for you immediately.”Joe said, relentlessly. Richard scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Just skip everything and tell him what's going on, already.” He stated. “I was kidnapped by some group of people. And the only thing they want is the release of the women that attacked me at the party. I don't know who they are but they're some really dangerous people.” I mumbled..

I demanded. Hahaha... He laughed as he stood up from the armchair and he sat beside me on the bed, my first instinct was to get a way from him but the chain is a big barrier. "I wish I could do that but I can't." He stared into my eyes and then he ran his hand through my hair... God have mercy. "What...what is the meaning of this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with rage. "Why did you kidnap me from my wedding?" I mean no explanations will be good enough but I still need to know.

Alpha. Stories. Whispers. Tales told by drunks and gossips back in Cedar Hollow. Werewolves that ruled in secret, packs that answered only to their Alpha. She had laughed at those stories. But the way these people lowered their heads, the way their glowing eyes followed him… this wasn’t a story. This was real. The man—Kael, she would later learn—finally lowered her to the ground inside the largest lodge. His hand never left her wrist, his grip unyielding.

But the man who returned my baby to me said, “Diane was certainly wrong for doing this, but when my wife and I found her baby, someone was about to inject her with something. They were about to hurt the baby. “I think anyone in her position would’ve lost control. Besides, Diane was only doing this to find her baby. Even though it was a little extreme, I can empathize with her as a parent.” A mother noticed that I had wrapped a blanket around her child and even changed some of the babies’ diapers before the “kidnapping” started. They looked at me with mixed feelings. The lawyer, who had offered to help me before, handed her baby to her husband. “I’m Charlotte Gold, an attorney at Gold & Co. I

‘ promise me you won’t leave me’ I said nervous because she was my everything. ‘ I will be with you no matter what’ she said kissing my hand and I just loved her. I started explaining to her about the whole kidnapping leaving out the wolves and pack to make it seem like a human trafficking. She was still too innocent to learn about a world of cruelty. Just then Rock came in, I nodded him to proceed and he briefed me about the prisoner we had just captured. The name Reddrick was caught in mind and I wanted an answer.

I could see her hands shaking as she spoke but she clasped them tightly together. "Was there no mention of all this anywhere in the news?" I was exasperated. "He had kidnapped you two before others could be informed that your mother had given birth to triplets. After the couple found the two babies dead, they didn't want anybody to know so they just said that only one girl was born. Soon after, he was caught and charged for kidnapping and murdering before he could sell you two, leaving you in my sister's care. She took no part in his criminal activities and for the most part she was unaware of what he used to do. The child trafficking group was also arrested but they didn't know he was invol

A news report appeared on the screen. A female news reporter sat behind a desk. Her face was serious, and large red words appeared at the bottom of the screen: NATIONWIDE MANHUNT: KIDNAPPER STRIKES AGAIN “We return to our breaking news story,” the reporter said. “The suspect who recently kidnapped Miss Leah, the fiancée of businessman Luke Paul, has committed another crime. On Tuesday, the suspect broke into the Steven family home and kidnapped Leah’s younger brother, ten-year-old Adam Steven.”

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.

Apollo wrapped his arm around Josie’s waist as she leaned into him. I felt bad about asking, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but I was so interested in these women’s stories. These families were being held against their will and learning why was important to me. “I’m originally from a pack down south. When I was twelve, I was kidnapped from our home. The men who took me told my father and brother that they would kill me unless they denounced the pack and joined their army as rogues.”

I wasn’t ready for that reality to be true. The officer gave me a solemn look, his gaze hard but not unkind. “Well, I’ve handled cases like this before, and I can tell you that most kidnappers don’t have any personal connection to their victims. Often, they’re just opportunists, or even worse, they’re perverts. Sometimes it’s someone who has a past with the victim—a scorned lover, maybe. Could there be someone from her past? An ex who resurfaced, or someone who might have had a grudge against her?”