Kidnapper Stories Novels & Stories

I gritted, fury pounding through my body, my head searing, as I continued to listen to him speak. “But not to worry. I threatened the cop, had them lose the evidence. She didn’t end up getting justice after all. I didn’t go to prison. Didn’t even get a warning.” He let out a low chuckle. “So I went back to take back what was mine. Kidnapped her. Framed that she died in a car accident… And took her back to Albania.” Heat pounded in my body, my thoughts hitting me from millions of different directions at once, like daggers straight to my chest.

That foolish male was lying on my sofa, actually relaxing and closing his eyes. "I could slit your throat with this knife in a second," I threatened. Without opening his eyes, Kilian answered, "Karen is dead. And Tristan disappeared, along with Meg and Lucian." I would have dropped the knife out of sheer shock if it weren't for my weeks of training at the Eldryn academy. I swallowed hard as a million questions swirled in my mind, but I focused on the fact that I was alone with a black wolf—the same one who, a year ago, kidnapped me and dragged me to his pack full of slaves.

“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?”

He required staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable. "Two freaking days! Where on the earth are you taking me to? You kidnapped me and you are asking me if I slept well? God! I hope you rot in hell. Today happened to be a day every woman dreamt of but thanks to you, it's a nightmare!" I burst out crying for the first time since I got kidnapped, his eyes softened at the sight of my tears but he made no move to console me.

I am so lost. I don't even know what to feel now. Disappointment? Confusion? Agitated? Mad? Annoyed? I don't know, everything is confusing me. Even Ismaiah is confusing me! "What news?" I confusedly asked. "The tabloid! You were the headline there! The daughted of the mayor is marrying the richest CEO in town." "What do you mean? Headline?" We were on the headline? The hell? I was kidnapped yet I was on a headline but with a different reason?!

They didn't even care about the life and death of thier daughter after she divorced thier rich son in law! A kinder police officer responded Blair. "Ma'am, since it's already been twenty four hours you will have to file an official case and we will start our investigations. But I can assure you that the process won't be easy. Actually, in the past two months, lots of women have gone missing in almost the same way as your friend. We've tried all that we could to find them but we don't have any leads on the case. We think that it's a serial kidnapper's work. You will have to be prepared!" The police officer said. He knew that Blair won't stop causing a scene if he doesn't tell her something so

Saraphina and the kids have spent more than five months In the kidnappers' custody, they were trying to sell them but all the buyers were complaining about Saraphinn's age, and the children are too stubborn and troublesome, and their age Is beyond the age they can buy, they were with the abductors consuming their food and utilizing bills, One of the senior goons was watching a program on the television when he saw the missing announcement, and he heard the name Saraphina Blair, Claren Blair, Janet, and Juliet Blair, he watched It more than four times, and he went to where Saraphina and the kids were kept, and he walked Into the hall they kept their victims, and he discussed with the goons se

“We have a slight problem.” My heart spiked at the word “problem.” I closed my eyes in a long blink. “What is it?” "Well, there was a girl who saw us making the drug deal. But we got her, don't worry boss." I blinked. “Got her?” “Yes. She’s with us.” I wanted to slam my head into the wall. “Did you shoot her?” “No. I knew better than that, sir. We took her.” I wanted to slam my face into the wall. “You kidnapped an American citizen. Where the fuck are you?”

“You’re truly the worst kidnapper I’ve ever met.” His eyes flashed before he looked away to continue washing off the priest’s blood on his chest. “Coming fromthe girl who gives all captives a bad name. Spreading your sunshine all over my house, apologizing every step of the way. Let’s not forget the part where you came to your kidnapper’s room and begged himto fuck you. At least you’re not a cliché.” Heat washed up my back. “It’s called Stockholm syndrome. What’s your excuse? Mobster Decency Disorder?”

Christine might hate him, but she couldn't bear to witness him die in front of her. "Hey, look at me!" She gently cupped his chin, her voice softening. "Look into my eyes and breathe slowly. Do as I do. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale!" Hunter attempted to follow her instructions, but it was beyond his ability to succeed. "Should I tell you a story?" she determinedly tried to divert his attention. "Or you can tell me one if you want! It's your choice!" "A long time ago, a young boy was kidnapped from the playground. His parents were almost always watching him carefully, but it only took a few seconds of them being distracted for the kidnappers to snatch the boy. Obviously, ransom was demanded