Kidnapping Thriller Books Novels & Stories

I hummed, satisfied with the answer, finally understanding why all of them looked so dangerous, and flipped to the end of the file where a well written letter was placed, looking as though the paper had been plucked fresh from the pack and had just been slipped into the end. The letter read: "Boss, We've covered the land you told us to and we've scouted out all the men responsible for the job. All have been eliminated and we've managed to set free a bunch of girls through the EC. Thankfully nor the police neither the government seem to be pursuing the matter as we've arranged for everything before hand.The EC wanted you to know that the girls have reached their homes safely and your message

I nodded reluctantly and followed him. On our way to my room, we heard yelling coming out if Vin's office. Vin. I like the nickname. Did I just gave my kidnapper a nickname. Was he really my kidnapper, when I willingly kissed him. Does anyone's heart beat increase when they kidnapper is next to them, and in a good way. I hate not knowing any of these questions.

I questioned him. “What I want? I only want you to stand in as what I'll use to get your friends back.” Richard said, with a bright smile. My Jaw dropped in shock, “This is about Hellen and Jennifer? Of course, I should have seen this coming..what other possible reasons would you suddenly kidnap me?” I asked, spitefully. Richard shrugged his shoulders and stood up to walk to me. “Well, you did not possibly think I was doing this because I missed you right?” He asked and chuckled.

I gave a slight nod while thinking that it has already been 13 days since the day I was kidnapped. I turned the page for him to read. There is one more thing that I needed. He looked at the notepad again and after a mere glance at the notepad, he looked at me again. The first line of the notepad says: I need a dead body. I signaled him to continue reading. Victor's POV The first line on the next page confused me, so I looked at her. But she signaled me to continue reading. "

“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?”

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.

Sleep never came. Aria lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling beams until her chest ached. Kael’s words rattled in her skull like a chain she couldn’t break. Once you know, there’s no going back. She had been kidnapped, hunted, nearly killed. And now she was supposed to sit quietly while everyone whispered about her? No. She deserved the truth. When the lodge finally stilled and the fire burned low, she rose. Barefoot, she slipped through the hall, each board groaning too loud under her weight. The night air chilled her skin as she crept outside.

They began tearing through the library, violently throwing centuries-old text-stacks to the ground, shattering glass display cases, and destroying everything in their path. I didn’t run. I didn’t hide. I stood directly in front of the flat, silver-lined vault door, my back pressed firmly against the cold metal, using my own body as a physical shield to completely mask the locking wheel behind me. I forced my shaking chin up, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides, staring into the shadows as the sound of snapping wood drew closer and closer. A heavy shadow stepped out from the adjacent aisle. The lead kidnapper. The moment his amber eyes locked onto me standing alone at the back of t

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears

At the end of the hall, we turned left only to be greeted with another hallway, but at the end of this one stood a double door with glass windowpanes. We walk through the doors and a man with pale hair and greying skin sits behind a desk. He looks up “He’s not happy you let the thief escape Twenty-Nine,” He says, with eyes that are the palest blue I have ever seen. “I brought him a present,” The man who kidnapped me says. “I will return to finish the job.” “That’s if he lets you live.” The man with blue eyes shakes his head. “Go see him, I will bring her in a moment. Let's see if you live or die first.”