Kidnapping Thriller Books Novels & Stories

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.

‘Theo’ stopped panicking and looked at the man with wide, shocked eyes that immediately turned to relief. “Ben, what is happening?” Theo asked the man. Something clicked inside Natalia and she chimed “You are Bennett and Theo Mason? The heirs to that diamond industry?” Instead of answering, Theo and Bennett looked at the girls and stayed silent for a few seconds. Theo’s eyes were locked with Eden’s the entire time, his piercing blue eyes trying to figure out what a girl who looks this innocent wants from kidnapping him and his brother. As the leader of this operation, Eden builds up the courage to say something but is stopped by a loud thud, a bang, smoke filling the entire room, and the sou

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.

“You’ve been weird since yesterday. Like… extra buttoned-up kind of weird. And now you're smiling like a clown." "Haha! You wouldn't be okay if you were me.” "Hmm, what does that mean?" she asks, turning to concentrate on me fully. But I'm not giving her shit. How do I explain to my best friend that my kidnapper bound my hands and my legs to a couch, on one of his skyscrapers that's almost touching the clouds? And he made me squirt down to the city while thinking about my husband. Then he gave me three million dollars worth of diamonds.

the pop I thought before completely going unconscious. Joseph Why did she look at me like that I thought as we drove away from the theatre. I glanced to the back of the van and almost smiled at her sleepy face. "Hey Zeus, how's her breathing look?" I asked my 2nd in command. "She looks fine boss," he said watching her closely. I had been planning this kidnapping for months. This ladies' Husband had become a thorn in my side the past few months. He's dirty too. Taking drugs from the streets and using them himself. Then this joker gets a damn plaque and a key to "his" city. "Does she look like a user?" I looked at Zeus. We had been watching her for weeks, she seemed scared of her own shadow,

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

Dungeon. Damn, she had been kidnapped. —---- She pulled on the shackles around her hand forcefully as they burned and bruised her pale skin. "What do you want?" She growled. Pain was like a normal dose of medicine for her at the moment, she wasn't feeling the pains nor did she flinch. "What I want is simple, Monet precious daughter, I want you to suffer." He grumbled sardonically and groaned. "I can't wait to start with you."

While the boys had gone out to investigate the issue at hand, I had locked myself up in my room with a novel I got from the library. It had been so long since I read a fiction book, and I needed to know the latest romance that these writers were able to come up with. I turned to chapter 42 of Alpha Killian by Jane Doe, where Claire was kidnapped when I heard a knock on the door.

My father does business with very dangerous people and it’s nerve wracking to know that I’m under the custody of one of his business partners. “Why did you take me? Did my father betray your trust? You’ve kidnapped the wrong person. The man doesn’t care about me. You should’ve just taken his son.” I continue rambling. The man doesn’t say a word, he simply stares at me in awe, the corner of his lips upturned into a smirk. When I quiet down, his voice, soft like a whisper, smooth against my ear, breathes. “I don’t want your brother.” “Then who do you want? Me? Is that the reason you’ve done nothing but make me suffer over the last seven days?”

He held the letter out, and I took it, my fingers trembling as they closed around the paper. The moment my eyes landed on the sprawling, shaky handwriting, my heart stopped. It was the same handwriting on the letter that had written me a shabby love letter just months before he sold me. Brandon. What did Lorenzo’s uncle have to do with him? I had a feeling I knew the answer, and I can't say I am that surprised. I handed the letter back to Lorenzo, my mind racing. This wasn't just a random kidnapping. This was connected. Now I don't know if it is connected to me or to Lorenzo.