Kidnapper Stories Novels & Stories

All her life, via documentaries and word of mouth, Mercedes had heard of the countless unpleasant things which people who'd been kidnapped had to go through; beating, binding and restriction, rape, pressure for ransom and poor holding facilities, etc. And while she had never hoped or even slightly wished to be kidnapped, she had been surprised at how much of an exception had been made in her case.

She couldn't see where they were going because the car was covered in black glass. Who were these men and what did they want with her? they knew her deepest secret and it was scaring her. who was the lady they were dragging and touching earlier and how come she was carried instead of that lady. Was it a planned work or was it one of the men she had met that day? what if it was the man who she slapped while he was touching her. Is this his plan of revenge, or was it the man she walked out on when she asked her to be his mistress or it could have been the third man because he said something about her not coming from a rich background? Did he know her parents or her story and could any of those

My father must have been really mad at the atrocity committed, he never released the hounds unless it was important. And who knew the order he might have given. The Hounds were after us, running at impossible speed in their wolf form but my captors were as good on their bikes as they were good in their full form. He was weaving through the forest roads with coordination —like someone who knew these roads well enough. His crew, I suppose, no one was driving without a helmet on, followed after him with the same precision and control while fighting off wolves that came too close. My brain worked at full speed, I didn't want to get married but I also didn't want to end up kidnapped and by rogues

Melissa and Harriet got out of their car and approached the kidnappers, "Is he with you?" Harriet asked eagerly, "Yes, he and the kids are In the car," one of the kidnappers replied, shoving Clifton towards the women, Melissa and Harriet told one of the kidnappers to bring their kids, and Clofton closely, and they checked him, ensuring that he was unharmed, They then quickly got him into their car and drove away, Clifton was still in shock, trying to figure out what was happening to him. "What's going on? “who are you , what do you want from me?" he asked,

After all, she could not possibly escape when she was on plane because no matter how suicidal someone was, he or she would not jump off from a plane that was in the air. She walked out of the room moving cautiously, she spent most of her life with mafia's. So she was going to tread carefully as she did not want to end up dead with a bullet in her chest or her forehead. She walked into the rear of the fuselage and then she saw him, the man she slept with and stole two million dollars from. He really was the one that kidnapped her He was sitting in a laid back position with his legs stretched out in front of him and he was smoking. Adrian Osiander, she has heard about him so many times

He was only pulling at threads that were already unraveling in my mind. He was right. Dare had taken me away from the only family I had—my father. He had kept me, caged me, made me believe I was something special. And I stayed. I stayed because I wanted to believe him, because I needed to. I gave him my heart, gave him everything I had left to give. I fell in love with him, and what kind of person does that make me? A twisted, broken person. A demented child, desperate for love in any form, even from the man who stole her freedom. Maybe Mr. M was right—maybe I would fall for any man who kidnapped me and threw me crumbs of kindness.

The lady behind me whispered when we had made it into a large room where food was being served by cooks with stiffened faces. “Yes. I was kidnapped.” I said, softly, feeling my eyes fill up. “I should have just stayed home.” I whispered to myself. “Everyone wished that, but some of us were taken from our homes.” The woman in front of me said. “What…” I broke off, scared of the question I was about to ask. “happens here?” “A lot, girl. A lot.” The woman behind me said. “Lopez is a ruthless Italian who kidnaps important people to whoever offends him. He also carries out requests too—requests to abduct someone, assassinate people.”

Meanwhile, I wasn't gagged, and even my hands and feet weren't tied tightly. The kidnapper removed the cloth from Luna's mouth, and she immediately started shouting, "Who are you people? How dare you kidnap someone in broad daylight? I advise you to release me—you can't mess with the people behind me." Kidnappers hated talkative victims, and one immediately punched Luna in the face. "Stupid bitch, you obviously have a death wish." The desperate criminal struck mercilessly, causing Luna to spit out blood. She trembled in pain. "Please, don't hit me. I'll be quiet."

Derek on the other hand never wasted any time reminding me that I had married way above my social ladder. "Violet? Are you here?" Conrad's voice brought me out of my reverie. I turned to him slowly and shook my head. "Yeah. So what do you want from me now? Why did you kidnap me?" I asked Conrad. H sighed deeply and sat down. "I'm sorry for the kidnapping but there was no other way to get to you." He explained. "And I need your help to take down Leonard. I know you want to get back at him for what he did to you and take back your son. I'm willing to help you." He opened up.

“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.