Kidnapping Novels & Stories

“By now, you should have already been informed that I have your boy.” “You don’t seem like the person who has too much free time,” Kim tried to play with his ego, trying his best to get as much information out of him as he could. “Then pray tell; why are you going around kidnapping University students? I thought human trafficking was beneath you.” “It still is,” there was now a hard edge to his voice that Kim somehow felt satisfied about, however, that satisfaction was short lived. “I don’t make it my business going around kidnapping people unless someone had dared stepped on my tail first. Those debt collectors you shot…they be

said Dina in a seductive voice. "Don't you dare do that, I'll be right there," replied Jhonatan hanging up the phone again. He turned around and headed to Dina's house to retrieve the file that Dina had left behind. Dina is a 25 year old girl, she is currently running a boutique because she wants to start a business so she can have an income. Her parents passed away 3 years ago, she is an only child and has no one but Jonathan. Her high education, extraordinary intelligence made her able to invest in several small companies but she used her intelligence to take advantage of Jhonatan, she extorted Jhonatan's money as she pleased and Jhonatan himself was always available when Dina needed money

“She’ll bring ruin to us all.” With that, he vanished into the shadows. Aria sagged back against the wall, her lungs dragging in ragged breaths. Every instinct screamed to bolt out the door, to find her way home, to pretend none of this was real. But Kael turned back to her, and those golden eyes pinned her in place. “You’ll be safe here,” he said. She laughed, sharp and broken. “Safe? You kidnapped me! Your people want me dead! How is that safe?”

Actually, I know that I'm not. "Why do you want me to kidnap you again? Surely, we should stop while it is still fun and not complicated. There's a chance if we continue this kidnapping game, we'll ruin the fun we've already had." I don't want that. It was fun, spur of the moment. "I kidnapped you by mistake. You kidnapped me back because I said it. Surely that is it?"

It was a pebble that kicked up a storm. As everyone turned towards Janet, the cameras caught the look of shock on her face. Nodding in satisfaction, I revealed my last piece of evidence—a recording, which was clear despite the rowdiness in the hall: "By the way, Ms. Singer said you're pregnant. So how many kicks do you think that the little one will survive?" Pandemonium ensued. Before anyone knew it, police sirens blared, and soon armed officers charged into the hall and cuffed Janet. "You're under arrest on charges of inciting a kidnapping, and inciting physical assault, leading to miscarriage."

The kidnappers are sending us far away by waterways ? They are going to send us to a different country or might be ........... a different continent. I released a long sigh as I felt like crying. I regret not learning how to fight. My mother would ask me every time to join some classes. She would always say that it would be for my own safety but I would always come up with excuses. If I had learned some moves, I might not have been kidnapped today, the situation would have been different then. But it's too late to regret. I am now kidnapped and I feel like the reason is either for prostitution or maybe illegal body organ trafficking. I don't know which one is the exact reason but it's either

“Do you mean like a parent picking their kid up from school at the end of the day?” Lila slumped against me, clearly struggling to convey her question. “No, more like… could someone steal a kid from the school even if they’re not supposed to, even if the kid doesn’t want to go?” The hairs rose on the back of my neck. She was describing kidnapping. How would she even know about such a thing? “You mean like a stranger?” I clarified, and my sweet girl nodded.

Fourteen years ago, her little daughter was kidnapped by a few unknown goons, yet the kidnappers made a strange demand: they wanted Kylie Allen to go to them with 50 million, money was never a problem Mr. Allen tried to solve with his power and source. When the kidnapper made such a demand, he rejected the offer.

“Oh, that’s only half. It’s fifty percent up-front, fifty percent after they choose and then get the child. The kidnappers drop the kid off, leave with the rest of the payment. It’s all over then.” “So the going rate for a stolen kid is a cool million.” “Yeah. That includes papers, too.” “Birth certificate? Legal adoption stuff?” “All of it. And it’s fucking top-notch, man, let me tell you.” “Christ.” Dallas shook his head. “OK. So what happened to make it all go wrong for Valentina and Knox?” “It hasn’t gone wrong. It’s gone perfectly. Too perfectly. That’s why I’m here.” “What’s that mean?”

She frowned as if I've asked her for something huge. I nodded. "I do. That's why I gave this my best. You gave me your word, remember?” She waved and nodded. Then I knew she was not going back on her words. She studied me for a moment, then nodded, her voice soft but steady. She leaned against the counter, her gaze heavy. “Years ago, the strange kidnapping happened, there were reports—rumors, really—about people who did it from the other tribe trying to use children in sacrificial rituals to gain power.”