Kidnapping Thriller Books Novels & Stories

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

His men had me handcuffed and they all have a strange look on them. "You are going to make a call to your father and help me make my demand," he said to me with no courtesy as he had before. I was stunned at how he could switch his life from being a sweet being to a dark being. "What do you mean? You kidnapped me for the money!?" I asked. "Who said anything about money here?" He asked me. "Then what's your demand?" I asked. "Your father knew too much but that is not the problem, I need him to bear a witness at the court of law but the witness will be in my favor then I set you free," he said to me.

I growled, turning my back on him. I didn’t look back, but I knew he had retreated when I heard his footsteps heading into the forest. When I opened the cabin door, I saw Jane sitting on the couch, her expression anxious—and I hated myself intensely for it. I had kidnapped her, done the same thing Kilian did to my mother. Still, I needed to find Alissa, and maybe I’d never have another chance to get my hands on a tracker she-wolf—especially since most tracker wolves were male, which would make controlling one without killing even more difficult.

I tried to bounce myself a little and felt the plush softness envelop me. I expected to be waking on a cold floor or basement. It was little more than I deserved for how I spent the years leading up to my arrest and prison sentence. But I wasn’t cold, and I certainly wasn't in a basement. Hell, there was even a soft blanket covering my body. What kind of kidnapper made sure you were covered with a blanket? Kidnapper. Fuck! How had I managed to get into trouble this time? I hadn't been in contact with anyone from that previous life. I was just getting my shit together. And now what? Was I about to die here?

I opened my chat with Elyssa and typed, "Elyssa, I gave you five years of my youth to make up for what you did for me. I now know the truth about your baby. From this moment on, we owe each other nothing." I included a picture of the shattered pendant and pressed send. Then I blocked her, wiped out the chat, and shut down my phone. After doing all that, I removed the SIM card and dropped it in the nearest bin. Just then, the boarding call rang out. "Flight to Regalton is now boarding..." I got up and headed for the boarding gate, leaving it all behind without looking back.

I gritted, fury pounding through my body, my head searing, as I continued to listen to him speak. “But not to worry. I threatened the cop, had them lose the evidence. She didn’t end up getting justice after all. I didn’t go to prison. Didn’t even get a warning.” He let out a low chuckle. “So I went back to take back what was mine. Kidnapped her. Framed that she died in a car accident… And took her back to Albania.” Heat pounded in my body, my thoughts hitting me from millions of different directions at once, like daggers straight to my chest.

“We were at the Forem Tavern at 8:15 when three men started harassing her. They had crescent tattoos on their necks, all of them. I warned them, told them to stay away, but they didn’t—” I stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was leaning back in his chair, toying with a paperweight, utterly bored. My frustration bubbled. The least he could do was listen. But his next words knocked the air out of my lungs. “156,780 kidnapping cases are pending in the courts,” he mused, twirling the paperweight lazily. “6,436 occur every year on average. What makes you think your ‘Lilly’ is so special, little mouse?”

I had a feeling that something was going on in there that people did not just have access to and that was my duty to find it out and bring it to the line light so that everybody got to know what they were hiding. As soon as my hands connected with a book some body placed something in my nose and I started struggling to breathe. The only thing that came to mind was nothing but Hayden! If he was here this wasn't going to happen. I stopped moving for a second and focused my attention on my kidnapper. I was losing consciousness but the will to live prevailed and I stabbed him with the key I was holding in the chest until he left out a groan. That is all the opportunity I needed to run out of tha

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

Mia's POV The door slammed shut behind Dylan, leaving me alone with the suffocating weight of silence. My wrists throbbed where the restraints had bitten into my skin, but the ache was nothing compared to the rage boiling inside me. Dylan Griffin. The Devil himself. A man who seemed to thrive on chaos and manipulation. He wanted to break me, to see me kneel before him, stripped of my power and dignity. But he didn’t understand one crucial thing: I wasn’t the girl he kidnapped four years ago.