Novel & Cerita Kidnapping Stories Fiction

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.

She has already given the money to that other man. She could not get the money back and if she did not leave to go and look for how to gather the rest of the money she owed the other man then she was doomed. She shouldn't have seduced this man and stolen his money. She has heard many things about him but she chooses to ignore it because of her desperation. Now, see where it has led her to. She has been kidnapped. Adrian came to a stop in front of her, "how are you going to pay me back my money? ". He asked again

All her life, via documentaries and word of mouth, Mercedes had heard of the countless unpleasant things which people who'd been kidnapped had to go through; beating, binding and restriction, rape, pressure for ransom and poor holding facilities, etc. And while she had never hoped or even slightly wished to be kidnapped, she had been surprised at how much of an exception had been made in her case.

Cedric's cold voice spilled. Sophie shivered, her face turning purple with shock. 'Leader of a kidnapping gang? The thief brazenly stole my bag in the mall, quickly cracked my password, and transferred money to the leader of a kidnapping gang?!' she mused. Even as she neared suffocation, her mind remained disturbingly clear. The incident with the photos, the bag snatching, the fraudulent charges, and now the disappearance of the child today fit together seamlessly. It was a meticulously laid trap waiting for her to fall into.

"One of the reasons I shifted from place to place was because there were these rumors that a certain organization was kidnapping anyone with supernatural blood." "Kidnapping?" Karen furrowed, ignoring the fact that she and Jennie just had an intense argument earlier. "Are you referring to those masked men who kidnap innocents and turn them into monsters?" The setting was tense as Jennie, Karen, and I stood face-to-face outside of Jackson's house. My mind was buzzing with intrigue and confusion after Jennie's shocking confession about the kidnappers. Something about it make sense. I was convinced that her revelation might have something to do with Jackson's parents' disappearance, especially

"When someone is vacationing and gets kidnapped, or strays over a boundary line and gets taken prisoner, or anything where they are held against their will-and the government cannot or will not intervene-you call us." It was her turn to stare at him. She wasn't a big news buff. The world was a dark and terrifying place at times. Which was why she loved video games. She could immerse herself in a make-believe world where you just started over at the last save point when you died. Andrea swallowed. She wasn't completely ignorant, though. She'd heard stories, seen news clips. People kidnapped, beheaded, their grieving families. How many more of those would there be if Zain didn't put a stop to

Then I asked her the question that had been pressing against my ribs for hours. "How did I become yours?" She was quiet for a moment. Then she began to speak. "You were kidnapped, my darling. We do not know by whom. We do not know from where. The men who took you were traffickers. They took many children. They were holding all of you in a warehouse on the outskirts of a city very far from where they had taken you. We do not know how long you were with them. We can only guess that it was perhaps a few weeks."

Apollo wrapped his arm around Josie’s waist as she leaned into him. I felt bad about asking, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but I was so interested in these women’s stories. These families were being held against their will and learning why was important to me. “I’m originally from a pack down south. When I was twelve, I was kidnapped from our home. The men who took me told my father and brother that they would kill me unless they denounced the pack and joined their army as rogues.”

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

From the reflection in the rearview mirror, he looked like he was contemplating whether to tell me or not. “Over the past few months,” Ada seized the baton from him, “there have been reports of kidnappers and violence around the area where you said your father was taken.” It seemed like the sort of thing they would do — kidnapping and extortion for money. “And the perpetrators were never caught?” I pressed. “No; neither were the victims returned alive.” It struck a wrong chord, like an off note in a well-synchronized harmony. I swallowed hard. “What do you mean?” My voice had wavered into a whisper — curious to find out the truth, yet afraid to face it.