Novel & Cerita Kidnapping Stories Fiction

Do something, Xanthea. “Well…” My tone was shaky, but I kept going. “You see, in a successful kidnapping attempt, the kidnappers shouldn’t get caught, but my husbands will know you kidnapped me because Nesryn will tell them, and then there will be no air of mystery and fear around you. And that wouldn’t be cool… that would be a very lousy kidnapping.” I didn’t know if this rubbish was making any sense. Hopefully, it did to him. “She’s got a point,” Nesryn backed me up.

So she told them a fake true story. One of Diego 's cousins was so evil and so jealous of Diego because he had taken over the family business and because he wasn't smart enough to handle him and kept pestering Diego for money and when Diego didn't give him money. So out of jealousy and the evil that resides in his heart, he kidnapped her and beat her until Diego came with some policemen and rescued her.

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.”

Well sexual or nonsexual at the end of the day I was still kidnapped and strapped here against my will. My face paled as I thought about it more. Me acting like a toddler. My face morphed from an angry glare into a disgusting expression. I had to stop this at all costs. "Well, that doesn't make it any better and do not think I'm ignorant. I know what it means and I also know that with that kind of relationships consent is very important and right now nothing of that is happening here between us. I will not partake in your sick fantasy. I don't like it so get me out of here!" I was angry, no furious. First, they kidnap me, then they restrain me and to top it all they will force a kind of life

Kaden said again and a lone tear dropped from her eyes. " You're just one of the most selfish and evil person I've ever known, Kaden." She yelled at his face and Crystal frowned. " You're doing all this for that...that witch who doesn't even have a background? How would you even know if she's just staging her kidnap? Nothing happened to her, okay? She's just trying to create dramas as she's always done, as an attention seeker that she is! Who knows? She might have tried to run away with one of her numerous lovers but came up with this plan instead? You–"

There was a night trouser in the bag, an accompanying top, and a nylon with bathing materials in it. She dropped it all on the bed, sitting next to them, fear growing in her again. She didn't know why she was brought here, who ordered her kidnap, or what the person had in mind, having her kidnapped. Thinking over and again, she couldn't remember having offended anyone since her arrival to City S; she couldn't figure out why anyone would want her kidnapped. ***** Heyy, it's your author Geni. Please note that everything written here is nothing but fiction. Please vote as you read, comment your thoughts, and don't forget to leave a review, I am very open to constructive criticism.

“I have been worried about you. They took you and then… There were news that you escaped, but then you… They took you back again.” “Well, that is partly true, but not entirely. There are things you need to know about everything,” I said. “First of all, yes, it’s true that I was abducted. I mean, everyone knows that. Alexander Silverclaw send his people to abduct me and then I was held captive. It was Rose Silverclaw’s plan.” “Rose Silverclaw? The eldest daughter, right?” I gave a nod. “Alexander Silverclaw wanted to give me to his daughter Kiara Silverclaw as her slave, or plaything, or whatever that is,” I said. “But Demian Silverclaw stepped up and said he wanted me.”

“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?”