Kidnapping Thriller Books Novels & Stories

My girlfriend, Selena Jenkins, and I are committed to a strict 50-50 relationship. We are three years into our relationship, and we split everything down to a single bottle of water. Then, out of nowhere, I get a call from a kidnapper. "We have your girlfriend. Have 150 thousand dollars ready, or she dies!" I calmly launch our app, SplitMate. According to the algorithm, this unexpected incident falls under "shared risk", meaning she is responsible for 50% of the cost. However, after factoring in the personal insurance policy I took out on her behalf, she only needs to pay 35,550 dollars. I send the calculation results to the kidnapper. "This is her share. Please contact her family for t

Oh gosh, why was this so complicated to comprehend? His arms never wrapped around me. The only thing he did was mumble softly, "Then stop running away from me." A new wave of anger coursed through my veins, boiling my blood with rage. He had just kidnapped me from my wedding, massacred 200 of my people, ripped me apart from everyone and everything I held dear, and left me in the cold and dark dungeons to rot and go insane. And still, after doing the worst to me, he had the fucking guts to say that...?

Zik had fear in his eyes, realizing that since he was getting this type of treatment, Andre must have evidence against him. Andre spoke calmly to him with a smile on his face, "I will just ask you a few questions, and for both of our sakes, it will be best if you come clean before me. Where is Drew hiding?" "I have no idea," Zik replied. Andre laughed, "Hmm." He played the recorded call, and Zik's eyes widened in surprise. "I'm going to ask you again, where is Drew?" Andre repeated. "I really have no idea, Scorpion," Zik said, shaking. "Actually, he has been threatening me. He has my family. He kidnapped my wife and kids, so I had no choice. I was forced to."

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Beads of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, glistening under the dim, flickering light overhead. She couldn’t discern the exact conversation of the kidnappers, but her keen ears picked up the faint sounds of footsteps and the occasional clatter of objects outside. As a seasoned thief, she quickly deduced that they were setting something up around the factory—possibly traps or methods to destroy evidence. Her mind raced through countless possibilities, but one conclusion stood out, chilling her to the core: they didn’t plan to let her leave alive.

Wasn't this how it worked? I looked around the room after five minutes, taking stock of everything I could find. Despite it being a bedroom, it was still as unique as others bedrooms are. This was a man's space. A little bean bag with rumpled sheets that kind of smelled like smoke and leather was at the right side of me, clothes tossed across another chair, with an open bottle of brandy on the side table. The room had these very thick curtains that covered the entire room, putting the place in a darkness that only people like the person who kidnapped me stayed in. I was fucking alone.

I was unable to relieve the pain I felt from his tight grip because of my cuffed wrists. He dragged me down the flight of stairs and another. And another until he through a room open. It was a very dark room and he locked me inside. I screamed for him to open the door. But nobody answered. I screamed continuously until I lost my voice and energy and resorted to crying. Did Mama know that I had been kidnapped? What about Imogen? Was she safe? Did she know something wrong had happened? I wish I left her a note telling her where I was going. Maybe she would have had a clue to find me.

I asked myself these questions, slowly remembering how I had asked Rosita for help and how she had willingly agreed to assist me, only for me to fall unconscious in her car. "I’ve found someone for the job" I recalled her words from earlier, and fear gripped me as I realized I had been kidnapped. What job was she talking about? Did I jump from frying pan into a lake of fire? I was trying to run away from Alessio, only to be kidnapped again. I struggled against the chains, but they were too heavy for me to break free from. Even when Alessio had kidnapped me, he had never tied me up with chains. "Someone please help me!" I screamed.

It can’t be, right? No, it can’t be. Even though I read something like this. It was part of an action story where she was kidnapped and they shaved all of the woman’s hair, even the eyebrows, because the kidnaper was a collector of different hair colors. He was obsessed with the natural color of the hair so he kidnapped victims just to shave their hair then rape and kill them afterwards. It was a pretty boring book titled ‘The Hairnapper’. I also don’t like the ending because it made the female lead looked like a stupid kind girl that is also obsessed with that damn killer.