Kidnapper Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

"Hey, hey, hey... easy easy, I'm not going to hurt you-" I moaned even louder and tried to get out of his grasp. Why, you ask? Well, which bad guy ever admitted he was going to hurt you before he actually did? Very few, of course... and in all the kidnapping movies I've watched, and let me tell you, they're quite a lot, the handsome kidnappers were almost always the worst.

He shouldn’t have told them about the incident, because when he returned Madeline and her two children home, the kidnappers threatened not to reveal their identities or the two children would die. Madeline felt stupid. She should not carelessly talk to other people, especially those she just met. What if the person they just met was a gang of kidnappers? The kidnapper used to disguise himself as a taxi driver. It’s not impossible that they became a young couple. It is also possible that this couple is a random couple who needs money for the cost of giving birth. A gang of kidnappers hired them to be spies. “No, I can’t linger here. My son’s life is at stake,” Madeline thought.

Harry had come back in a panic. "What happened, boss?" "Maxim has kidnapped Ana" After saying that, he bit his lip and became silent. "How can this happen? Who told you? It's impossible!" Harry couldn't believe it. "Does anyone on Earth wear a red helmet, Harry? Or anyone else on our planet? What tribe is this Harry?" He was screaming in anger. "Don't worry, I see. I message..." Harry was still speaking when his eyes began to bleed. "What will you see? They have taken my wife from there and you are saying you will see!" He grabbed Harry by the collar but Harry was reading the helplessness in his eyes.

asks Aninka. "What do you mean?" "His father is still not captured. Maybe he or my brother..." whispers Aninka. "Let's not think about that. Let's have faith that soon the kidnappers will call." comments Viktor and Aninka groans in pain trying not to cry. "This is not America, where kidnapping is common. We are in a country where these crimes don't happen very often. So, it's worrying. Because we are not in a Latin soap opera or series where these kinds of things are normal to happen. Here it's not like that and if it has happened, it's because..." he pauses to think the worst.

So, she decided to be evasive about it and know his opinion. “Er...I wanted to know your thought on something. A man started falling in love with a girl he kidnapped; this girl had a boyfriend before. Her boyfriend had to go to the kidnapper’s house in disguise to save his girlfriend and kill the kidnapper. He told his girlfriend about his plan, and they hitched it together and planned a way to escape until things went south. This boyfriend hurt his girlfriend so much that she couldn’t stand it anymore, but the kidnapper was mending the broken girl’s heart without even knowing it, while her boyfriend ran away and killed one of the kidnapper’s brothers.

My mother was supposed to welcome her back since I had an engagement to attend. She beamed the moment she saw me approaching. I kissed her on the cheek. “She’s here?” “Yes. Give Kennedy some time to adjust.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “She’s upset.” My mother nodded glumly. “You could say that, considering the choice you made of fixing things.” “Desperate times.” “You kidnapped your girlfriend, honey. An independent American woman. What if she escapes and goes to her Embassy? You would be creating an international incident.” It was an understatement.

"I have no interest in following you around. I only want to know what you meant when you called my husband a kidnapper." "Now, who is dense? Who is a kidnapper? Someone who kidnaps another person, be it an adult or a child." Isabella was trying to hit something but I wasn't seeing where she was going. "So who did my husband kidnap because the last time I checked, you don't have children and neither you or Aiden ever went missing." "Were your kids not kidnapped before you came back to destroy mine and Aiden's lives?" "How did you know that? Who even told you that bullshit story?"

"You know that’s the reason I came. You said you’d let him go if I came. So where is he?" He chuckled. "Ah, ah, ah. I want to believe it’s because you were too busy working as a nurse that you never had time to watch movies. Don’t you know this is always a trap? The kidnapper promises to trade one hostage for another, and in the end, both of you end up prisoners." My heart dropped. My eyes widened in shock. No—no, this couldn’t happen. I couldn’t let it happen. We had to get out of here.

"Um, what kidnapping's that, Mr Klempner?" I unfold my newspaper, spread it flat. "The one all over the headlines. What else?" I read from a headline. "Speculation is rife that the kidnappers took the wrong woman and their intended target was Elizabeth Haswell, wife of billionaire, Richard Haswell... What d'you reckon, Mickey?" He giggles. "Hey, Mr Klempner, you think I rub shoulders with the kind of people who could pull that off?" "No, Mickey, I'm sure you don't. But I do think you hear things."