Kidnapping Romance Books Novels & Stories

My emerald ring, gold tops are still there. My mother gifted me the ring on my eighteenth birthday and the gold tops on my 25th last year. Nothing except my phone is missing. It means that the kidnappers didn't want money. It only means that the purpose of my kidnapping is neither money nor for molestation, they might have some other purpose. Maybe they kidnapped me to get some ransom money. Suddenly I remembered the names of Scorpion and Phoenix mafia which I heard just before passing out. My mind started working and I got lots of obsessive thoughts like maybe a handsome mafia boss fell in love with me.( Hahaha....Note the sarcasm.)

She cleared her throat, and kept some distance between us. “Was it?” I mouthed. I knew nothing about romance. She rolled her eyes at me. “Can you take me home?” “What are you gonna eat? I will ask the…” “You are not going to take me home? Then leave me alone because the moment I get out of here I gonna call the cops on you!” I chuckled, she amused me. “On what charge?” I asked, and folded my arms. I watched her lips moved, her eyes darting before meeting mine. “Kidnapping.”

“Weren’t you dear, Cara?” “Exactly Aldo. Which is why this is crazy. You brought me here, holding me captive, against my wish; kidnapping me.” She pushed. “I... when? When did I kidnap you?” “Do you need a dictionary? You have my devices, so I can’t call anyone. You have my cards, all my money, so I can’t leave. And I’m practically on lockdown here. Does this not sound, to you, like a kidnapping?”

” “You know, it's such a small world, King. You think I'm the only one watching her?” “What the fuck are you talking about?”Her father pissed off some really bad people and I was hired to kidnap and kill one of his kids to make him understand. But when I noticed that raging beauty, I knew it had to be the girl because I had to use her for my business, you know, kill two birds with one stone but then you had to go fuck shit up!” He ended in a serious tone. What?!

Silver wasn't lying. "I need you to go to the police," he said. "Tell them she's been kidnapped. That you've been searching for your girlfriend and you finally have proof. You know how these kinds of stories go." "Yeah," I said, looking up from the photo. "I know exactly how it goes." "Tomorrow works," he said. "And if they ask where the picture came from, tell them you hired a private investigator. Bring her aunt in too makes the story more convincing." I nodded.

He asked, and I bit my bottom lip. "I understand it can be scary—" "If you understand, then you won't be taking the situation lightly. I almost lost Gabi once. It took me weeks to finally be able to rescue her, and that was because her kidnapper was proud and wanted to keep her as some trophy. She could have killed her instantly, and that would have been the end." He grunted. "You didn't tell me you were kidnapped?" I gasped as I gaped at Gabi. "I don't really like talking about it, and it was, um... Debbie that instigated it." She mumbled.

“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?”

My cheeks caught fire at the very thought of it. "You called?" A voice said.I jumped off the couch, the book flying out of my hands as my heart rate quickened. Quickly turning around, I was met with the amused eyes of my soon to be husband."You could've walked through the door, this time Sally sent for you."He shrugged, the other times that he had snuck in were times where Sally wasn't present or when she didn't know because none of us told her. But with her knowing, I would've guessed that coming in would've been easier.He closed the window behind himself and walked over to the book that lay open upside down. Its perfectly blunt edges, now being slightly deformed. As he picked it up slowly

And having dropped the bombshell on the press, I demanded, "Would an important family like the Boswells really allow a nobody to become Mrs. Boswell? Would I really be afforded such a privilege without Sean Boswell's own agreement?" The footage of my kidnapping played just then, leaving the crowd stunned by the sheer barbarism it showed. I looked Janet in the eye from the distance then, and calmly said, "You faked suicide to steal my groom. Then, you hired thugs to kidnap me and beat me into miscarrying, even smugly sending me the video just to brag." "Did you really think I won't have evidence to catch you red-handed?" It was a pebble that kicked up a storm.

Immediately, I feel bad for tricking her into drinking with me, but hey, I need breakfast! "You know what?" Her lips have formed a proud pout. "I will take you up on that offer! Ryan is an idiot anyway. His whole reason for kidnapping me is stupid, and I want to have some fun!" I plaster a smile to my lips, handing her the bottle. "Bottoms up!" *** One Hour Later *** "I will never find true love..." I pout with my lips. My head feels light and buzzy, and I throw off my shoes. They fly off like my soul, gone, off with the wind! "Pft, whatever! I don't need no man!"