Kidnapping Thriller Books Novels & Stories

“Did you kidnap me?” Levi nodded casually while looking at Deanna with a sweet smile as if he felt no guilt. Yes... Why?" “Why? Why did you do this?” "I'm helping you, Nurse. Shouldn't you be grateful to me?" “Why should I be grateful to you?” “You were reported missing by your own coworkers, Nurse. But it turns out you weren't really missing... You were kidnapped by those men, weren't you? They were all trying to control you, weren't they?”

Their hearts raced with fear and determination as they followed the directions to the secluded hideouts where the kidnappers were holding the women captive. Upon arrival, each brother cautiously entered the dimly lit hideout, their senses on high alert. The sight of Mia and Ivy, bound and gagged, sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through their veins. The women's muffled cries for help only fueled their resolve to save them. As they handed over the ransom money, the tension in the room was palpable. The kidnappers, their faces obscured by a mask, demanded that Gerard and Louis untie their partners. With trembling hands, they complied, desperate to free Mia and Ivy from their terrifying orde

Heather responded with a question, finally understanding what he had in mind. “You don’t say!” He revealed a bright grin, which she found rather ugly. After listening to his analysis, Heather managed to calm herself down because what he had said made sense. Upon seeing that her expression had eased a little, Zayne inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. “So we are going to remain passive?” she pressed on, reluctant to accept that there was nothing they could do. If we continue to do nothing, how are we going to rescue Myra? “Have you heard of a kidnapping case where the kidnappers kidnapped a wealthy businessman for three months, and the latter managed to return unharmed?” Zayne suddenly brought u

“Over the past few decades in my career, all the kidnappers in the kidnap cases I have encountered have clearly warned the victim’s family not to call the police.” “Additionally, in more than half of the kidnap cases I’ve dealt with, the kidnappers have murdered their victims due to heightened public attention. In short, the kidnapper killed the victim to protect himself!” “However, your son’s case is extremely strange. The kidnapper isn’t afraid of exposure, and on the contrary, he has been using all kinds of means to fuel the flames. It seems that he hopes to announce this matter to the world and attract everyone’s attention, which in itself is counterintuitive.”

"Being Cliff's wife was too cumbersome, always dragging me into troubles. Plus, I'm under constant surveillance. To keep him in the dark, I had to act this way. Ironically, the kidnappers helped me indirectly. But I still don't know who hired them." The three kidnappers were obviously professionals, likely involved in murder-for-hire. Few people had access to such contacts—certainly not someone like Genevieve. As Vanya pondered, Theodore reached out and touched her forehead. She froze. Theodore said in a deep voice, "You're still a bit feverish. Go back and rest. Let Derrick handle the rest." Vanya fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Where have you been for so many days?" She knew Theodor

Here I am kidnapped and all I am thinking is about freaking clothes? I have a life to save. My life. Damn what if this kidnapper is a malicious, dangerous cannibal . Oh God I am beautiful he would not even give a second thought in eating me . Oh no I am too young to die. I haven't even got married yet. 'Bella Run' a voice exclaimed. I was having a gut feeling that something horrible was about to happen. But how did I get kidnapped? I was going to Italy with Mr. Throne. Oh God, did someone kidnap me from the plane .

Brilliant. That at least explained the kidnapping. I couldn't decide if I was more or less in danger with that information, but I couldn't be forced to dwell on that. Maybe if I convinced him I wasn't whoever he thought I was, he might let me go. Of course, I wasn't sure that I wanted to be left alone in this world where I had no bearings and no money, but I would figure that out when the time came. I'd read plenty of true crime documentaries. The girls who survived often had the same plan. They tried to befriend their captor, they would convince them they were on the same side until they had an opportunity to flee or their captor let them go. I could try that.

I barely made enough to survive on the streets by pickpocketing and shoplifting, so when I stumbled upon the unguarded showroom, with a diamond piece on blatant display… I believed life had decided to be kind to me for once. That diamond could have gotten me a plane ticket out of the country, along with a new life in a small, faraway place. That way Greg would never, ever find me again. I could finally be free of my abusive ex, who had followed me all the way to L.A. He was everywhere, and that diamond could have saved me. “I half-expecting him to keep you up there. Why did he have you sent back in here?” He coughed.