Kidnapping Stories Fiction Novels & Stories

Ruslan seemed excited in telling it. "Well they said this 'no need to pretend to return the wallet! ' Then my father just stayed silent because he was confused about whose wallet I had to give to them when it was my father's wallet, ehh suddenly the residents immediately beat my father because my father did not want to give me the wallet, my father shouted forgiveness my fathers were innocent! But they didn't care they still beat my father." "After seeing papa lying limp they stopped beating papa, not long after there was a woman running while shouting "gentlemen! This pickpocket has been caught by the security guard in front! This is my wallet!" those who had beaten papa were confused becau

That girl was smart and planned to dig more gold from a rich man when she was young, Except for Harry, that girl also hooked up with server rich, old man. As soon as I hung up, Frank asked, “What did Harry say?” I snorted. “What else can Harry say? How could Harry take Anya’s son away? Anya failed to take after her son, and now she is slandering Harry like a mad dog. What a bitch! It would be great if Anya’s son had been kidnapped. Oh, right, I heard that some people specialize in kidnapping children. Those traffickers would deliberately cut children arms and legs, through them on the street and asked them to beg for money. It could be great if Anya’s damn son was taken up by those trafficke

Fay guessed as she recalled a story in a novel she had read. In reality, life is never as beautiful as that fictional story. Everything that looks so good should be suspect. Oscar tucked his hair back. Somewhat misunderstood. "Not exactly like that, but you were kidnapped by someone. When the kidnappers were found, you were no longer with them. The kidnappers said that they lost you. You managed to escape. But you never came back either." "Poor Miss Barney." Fay made a short comment. Two children glanced at their mommy and giggled.

"Look, Master, there isn't even a single report about kidnapping or anything about a mall. You told us that there's something to watch out for, right? Does this really mean you just made up a story so Zin and I wouldn't bother you?" "Master, is that true?" Zin asked. "You wouldn't lie about something so important, would you?" "I am really starting to believe that you just made it up to give us anything." "No," replied Derrick. "I was actually told about a kidnapping plot in a mall."From what I heard, I didn't expect them to succeed because the plan they came up with was so terrible. They are meant to fail! Based on my knowledge, most of those kinds of criminals are already caught by the poli

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.

Alpha. Stories. Whispers. Tales told by drunks and gossips back in Cedar Hollow. Werewolves that ruled in secret, packs that answered only to their Alpha. She had laughed at those stories. But the way these people lowered their heads, the way their glowing eyes followed him… this wasn’t a story. This was real. The man—Kael, she would later learn—finally lowered her to the ground inside the largest lodge. His hand never left her wrist, his grip unyielding.

“Then we get taken to a room with padded walls and strapped to a bed till we heal. We don’t get top dollar if we are damaged” “How did you even end up here?” “I went to meet a guy I met online” “I was at a bar and got my drink spiked” “Same I was at a bar” “I was walking home from work as a stripper” “I was working on the street” They all had stories about how they were kidnapped and brought here “Do none of you have families looking for you?” They all shook their heads “What about you? You said you had a boyfriend” I took a breath waiting to see what she would say “I do, I also have friends who will not stop until they get me back”

The kidnappers remained tight lipped about who was the master mind behind the kidnap and Salim ordered them to be locked in the palace prisons. Zayed gathered his kids into his arms who twisted and turned in their father's hold, trying to spot the camera crew. "When will our movie come in the television?" Zahir asked impatiently making the elders confused. **** It has been a week since the kidnapping fiasco. Ava could still remember the terror of those hours when her babies went missing. It still gives her the nightmare. The people involved in the kidnap were kept locked in the palace prisons. But the people were adamant on not talking. They are too loyal to their master. The lady, Nilofer

‘ promise me you won’t leave me’ I said nervous because she was my everything. ‘ I will be with you no matter what’ she said kissing my hand and I just loved her. I started explaining to her about the whole kidnapping leaving out the wolves and pack to make it seem like a human trafficking. She was still too innocent to learn about a world of cruelty. Just then Rock came in, I nodded him to proceed and he briefed me about the prisoner we had just captured. The name Reddrick was caught in mind and I wanted an answer.

Nevertheless, I decided to continue my story… “Some guy reached out to me, and proposed that he could give me some intel. We met at the park… but it turned out, it was all a bluff, and he told me stuff I could search online. After I tried to walk away, some other guys joined him and kidnapped me.” The outline was genuine… the rest didn’t mean anything for solving the case, so I thought my story should satisfy them. “Why were you kidnapped?” the detective asked the question I was most afraid to answer. I had only one way out of it – play dumb.