Kidnapping Story Novels & Stories

"You're too advanced to think. Did I say you want me? You're very defensive, but what do you need? Don't tell me you just your trip to kidnap me?" "Why do I even have to tell you?" "Of course I'm the one involved, that'll be unfair if I'll without knowing the reason why I was killed. Where is the justice in there?" I think I'm the only one who was kidnapped by a stranger but still talks to him like we're friends. I don't know, I just feel comfortable with him though I just met him now. I didn't even know who he is. "You won't want to know" I want to know, is he stupid or just stupid?

She was hurt and she blamed herself. If she was strong they wouldn't be in such a situation. "Maybe I'm truly cursed like they say." Andra muttered under her breath. Her phone was gone, she was mistaken for her step sister and got kidnapped. Her mate doesn't want her. Tough fucking luck. "The King is here!" One of the guards guarding the door announced.

Otherwise, the 'kidnapping' becomes a murder-suicide. ​

She couldn't see where they were going because the car was covered in black glass. Who were these men and what did they want with her? they knew her deepest secret and it was scaring her. who was the lady they were dragging and touching earlier and how come she was carried instead of that lady. Was it a planned work or was it one of the men she had met that day? what if it was the man who she slapped while he was touching her. Is this his plan of revenge, or was it the man she walked out on when she asked her to be his mistress or it could have been the third man because he said something about her not coming from a rich background? Did he know her parents or her story and could any of those

Since I was still unable to comprehend the words Clifford had left me in the enormous mansion where we had been, I kept quiet as we traveled home. Simply said, I am in awe. I find it difficult to believe Clifford has such a weak motive. He compelled me to become his wife after kidnapping me solely because he desired a wife. I wasn't coerced, in actuality. They told me that we are both married when I just woke up from their scheme. I never got the opportunity to appeal. He had no opportunity to speak with me at all. There was no opportunity to even alert me. That's what I have; I just woke up. How fair is that? Naturally, no.

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.”

Tatum replies, pulling back one of the two seats for Leila. “Twelve years ago, a young lady was kidnapped and brought here but her kidnapper was not an enemy, in fact, he was her best friend, she trusted him.” “No way…..” Leila gasps and she stands up swiftly, her heart lunging from her chest, her mouth wide open.“This is that cave?” She knows the story Tatum is about to tell her, the day she suggested they fake her kidnap so her mom would not give her a good beating for giving all of her friends the muffins her mom baked for her dad.

He was only pulling at threads that were already unraveling in my mind. He was right. Dare had taken me away from the only family I had—my father. He had kept me, caged me, made me believe I was something special. And I stayed. I stayed because I wanted to believe him, because I needed to. I gave him my heart, gave him everything I had left to give. I fell in love with him, and what kind of person does that make me? A twisted, broken person. A demented child, desperate for love in any form, even from the man who stole her freedom. Maybe Mr. M was right—maybe I would fall for any man who kidnapped me and threw me crumbs of kindness.

she said. I sat up, intent on listening to her story. “One day, while I was out for a run, I was kidnapped. It was the longest month of my life,” she shared. “A month?” I managed to ask. “Yes, a month. It was a terrible, dark time. I truly did not believe anybody would come looking for me,” she shared sadly.

Liam stood tall, his eyes scanning the dimly lit warehouse, the only sound the creaking of old wooden beams. He clutched the duffel bag tightly, his heart racing with anticipation. Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the space. Liam's gaze locked onto the figures emerging from the shadows. The kidnappers, masked and menacing, stepped forward, Isadora held captive between them. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a strip of duct tape sealed her mouth shut. Her eyes, wide with fear, met Liam's, pleading for help.