Kidnapping Stories Fiction Novels & Stories

Madeline looked up and wiped her tears. “I don’t know what caused it, but we just had an unpleasant incident. My two children and I have just been kidnapped. I don’t know what their motive is for doing this,” Madeline said in a trembling voice, and tried to be strong. The woman also tried to tell the events that had happened to her some time ago while covering her youngest daughter’s ears. Chronology of how he became a victim of kidnapping and how he returned. Joshua, who had been opening and closing his own ears for a long time, spoke, explaining the story to his mother. This little boy smoothly said what had happened to him and even clearly described what the kidnapper’s characteristics we

I demanded. Hahaha... He laughed as he stood up from the armchair and he sat beside me on the bed, my first instinct was to get a way from him but the chain is a big barrier. "I wish I could do that but I can't." He stared into my eyes and then he ran his hand through my hair... God have mercy. "What...what is the meaning of this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with rage. "Why did you kidnap me from my wedding?" I mean no explanations will be good enough but I still need to know.

His face was a masterpiece of sharp angles, but it was his eyes that held me captive—cold golden eyes, and entirely devoid of mercy. “You’re mine now,” he said flatly, as if he were stating a fact as simple as the weather. “Please,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t know how I got here. I was kidnapped! This is a mistake. Just let me go. I’ll do anything.” He raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from bored to mildly amused. “A mistake? That’s cute.” “I’m serious,” I said, my voice breaking. “I don’t belong here. Please.”

But the man who returned my baby to me said, “Diane was certainly wrong for doing this, but when my wife and I found her baby, someone was about to inject her with something. They were about to hurt the baby. “I think anyone in her position would’ve lost control. Besides, Diane was only doing this to find her baby. Even though it was a little extreme, I can empathize with her as a parent.” A mother noticed that I had wrapped a blanket around her child and even changed some of the babies’ diapers before the “kidnapping” started. They looked at me with mixed feelings. The lawyer, who had offered to help me before, handed her baby to her husband. “I’m Charlotte Gold, an attorney at Gold & Co. I

"It's all about the money, Harrison. Look, delivering kids to individuals is annoying as fuck. They are a lot of hassle.” “I'd think kidnapping the kids in the first place is more of a hassle,” I grumbled. “Oh it is!” One of Finn Barlow's henchmen said suddenly, his deep voice filling the air. “Right men?” “Hell yeah!” They chorused. Damn, Finn had to be running a testosterone shop with all the huge men he had as his workers. “Tried getting a little girl, the other day. She had wandered away from her mother at the store. Cute little thang with pigtails. I had dressed like a bunny and she'd followed me, except she wouldn't go to the corner. Her mama told her not to.”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Rossie said, "What I want to say is that many years ago, a couple came from a faraway land. They were threatened and forced to examine a batch of fake antiques, but they refused. Later, the couple gave birth to a daughter, who was kidnapped for revenge." "That child was a lucky one; she didn't die and grew up a beautiful young woman. Ironically, she became the lover of the kidnapper's grandson." "I'm guessing this kidnapper must have had some grudge with the child that they bought from their past lives. She wouldn't stop finding fault with the young woman."

She hurriedly came by my good arm side and hugged me. "Girl you're always getting in trouble these days", she sighed. "I'm glad you're ok." "I almost freaked out when your godfather told me he couldn't find you. That you were kidnapped"? "I was thinking it was going to be like one of the books we read where the guy kidnaps a girl and the girl then has Stockholm syndrome and ends up falling in love with the guy and will live happily ever after." "You know? like falling for morally gray men, the hot once in books always commanding and having huge..."

My girlfriend, Selena Jenkins, and I are committed to a strict 50-50 relationship. We are three years into our relationship, and we split everything down to a single bottle of water. Then, out of nowhere, I get a call from a kidnapper. "We have your girlfriend. Have 150 thousand dollars ready, or she dies!" I calmly launch our app, SplitMate. According to the algorithm, this unexpected incident falls under "shared risk", meaning she is responsible for 50% of the cost. However, after factoring in the personal insurance policy I took out on her behalf, she only needs to pay 35,550 dollars. I send the calculation results to the kidnapper. "This is her share. Please contact her family for t

" Yes, according to her, the information is circulating by word of mouth and reveals that these rogue wolves are looking for this mythical being... What fiction don't you find? To believe in such things at their age." " I would not be so sure of myself in your place. They may be fanatics but if they are ready to put the Clan and even the Alliance on their backs just for superstitions, if they even managed to get some members in our ranks to ally themselves with their so-called storytelling, then there must be some truth to this story." "But Greg even if it's a story that deserves special attention especially when such extremist acts are posed, you told me about the kidnapping of children, bu

A memory of my mother passed through my mind, her words repeating. We'll meet again- I spun out of bed with a blanket over my chest, my breathing was heavy and my chest was rapidly moving up and down. I glanced around, the room was completely dark but I almost immediately noticed that this wasn't my room. She's his last hope, I remember everything now. I was kidnapped by a lunatic blonde women. I felt a soft material rubbing against my skin, I had on a black nightgown which I was not wearing when I was thrown in the back of a van.