Kidnapper Stories Novels & Stories

“The second kidnapper, Ethan Brooks, also met a tragic fate not long after the death of the first one. He owned a small business and had a decent life after leaving his criminal past behind. He had a wife he loved deeply, but overnight, his business went bankrupt for no reason. His wife, without hesitation, took his last wealth and ran away with her lover. Left in debt and unable to cope, he threw himself off a building and died.” “Luke Harris was the third kidnapper. After many years, he became the leader of a well-known gang, actually infamous as a street boss. But then something happened to him, just like the others. His right-hand man betrayed him, stabbing him to death. When the police

Clara’s smell and heart steady heartbeat relaxed him soon. Clara involuntarily placed a kiss on his head and Edward slowly pulled back. His eyes were red but he wasn’t crying. Clara rested her head on his chest to comfort him and held his other hand, while Edward spoke again. “That was the first time I kidnapped a man who was an alcoholic and fraud. He owed loads of money to the person who got him kidnapped. Next was a woman around 26 years old who stole a lot of money and jewellery from her husband who trusted her with everything and even took away his bonds, property documents and their son! The third was again a woman whose husband runs a gang and she was kidnapped to force her husband or

‘If I beat the two kidnappers again, they’ll kick the bucket. At Noah’s words, Harry and the two kidnappers got angry. Before Harry could defend himself, one of the kidnappers argued, “Miss Sinclair, how can you say you don’t know us? We’ve known you for over ten years...” The other kidnapper added, “Yes. Your family was poor, and you had no money to go to school. So, you became our boss’s woman when you were only fifteen years old. Later, you met Mr. Atherton and then ditched our boss. Four years ago, you suddenly came to us and asked us to make Joanne and Patrick sleep together. And you wanted Mr. Atherton to catch them red-handed.

“Then we get taken to a room with padded walls and strapped to a bed till we heal. We don’t get top dollar if we are damaged” “How did you even end up here?” “I went to meet a guy I met online” “I was at a bar and got my drink spiked” “Same I was at a bar” “I was walking home from work as a stripper” “I was working on the street” They all had stories about how they were kidnapped and brought here “Do none of you have families looking for you?” They all shook their heads “What about you? You said you had a boyfriend” I took a breath waiting to see what she would say “I do, I also have friends who will not stop until they get me back”

But then I remembered that when I escaped I had the same problem after my punishment. "Me too." Now Rosie was the one who gasped. "What happened?" "I ran away," I said a bit ashamed. "Really? For me the same thing. Although I did steal their car and wallets." I was quite surprised that this girl got here in the same situation by being kidnapped and that she stole their car. "Wow." Rosie laughed, "Yes it was quite the event but I didn't get far as I was stopped at the gate." I was afraid to ask but I couldn't help it, "Were you kidnapped too?"

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.

In that moment, she realized that she was about to become the victim of a kidnapping. She wretched, her legs kicking the air. Using her elbow, she punched the man who held the cloth against her nose. He fell backwards, letting go of the cloth. The security officials tried to grab her. She punched one of them in the face, blood came oozing from his nose and the other was kicked viciously in the crouch.

Brielle's POV “Brielle, we've got a story to tell, and it's a wild one. We were kidnapped in Hawaii. It was scary, but we're safe, and that's what counts.” I'm in a state of shock. All I can muster is a faint, disbelieving “What?” “Unfortunately, yes… We were held hostage.” Mom affirms.

It even felt like this kidnapping was carried out on a whim. Heather tried to tempt the kidnappers with money. “You can ask for as much money as you want.” The man had wanted to hang up at first, but upon hearing Heather’s words, he replied in resignation, “Is money the only thing that rich people like you care about? We’re all desperados; we’re only afraid that we can’t live to spend the money.”

My face was wet with tears and I was angry with myself for shedding them. My hand slightly shook as I raised the phone to my ear. “We've found him. He was exactly where you said he would be,” the man confirmed on the phone and my heart raced with adrenaline and sick excitement. “Of course you'd find him. I didn't pay you that amount of money for nothing, did I?” I huffed under my breath. I had hired hit men to have Silas kidnapped. I had also had his location traced and had him stalked. He had been buying flowers for his ‘bride’. The thought left a bitter taste on my tongue.