Kidnapping Thriller Books Novels & Stories

Harry had come back in a panic. "What happened, boss?" "Maxim has kidnapped Ana" After saying that, he bit his lip and became silent. "How can this happen? Who told you? It's impossible!" Harry couldn't believe it. "Does anyone on Earth wear a red helmet, Harry? Or anyone else on our planet? What tribe is this Harry?" He was screaming in anger. "Don't worry, I see. I message..." Harry was still speaking when his eyes began to bleed. "What will you see? They have taken my wife from there and you are saying you will see!" He grabbed Harry by the collar but Harry was reading the helplessness in his eyes.

“I have no reason to kill you…yet.” “Then what are you going to do with me?” she asked. “I’m not sure,” I said, narrowing my eyes. I should kill her. It made sense. But I find myself untying her. “Come with me,” I said. “No.” “I won’t hurt you if you listen,” I promised. Ellie let out a snort of laughter. “Why the fuck won’t you? You kidnapped me, tied me up, and brought me to Mexico.” “You’re not going to get away with this,” she said, her voice venomous. She looked up, green eyes burning with anger. Her disdain turned me on even more. My dick began to get hard.

My face was wet with tears and I was angry with myself for shedding them. My hand slightly shook as I raised the phone to my ear. “We've found him. He was exactly where you said he would be,” the man confirmed on the phone and my heart raced with adrenaline and sick excitement. “Of course you'd find him. I didn't pay you that amount of money for nothing, did I?” I huffed under my breath. I had hired hit men to have Silas kidnapped. I had also had his location traced and had him stalked. He had been buying flowers for his ‘bride’. The thought left a bitter taste on my tongue.

Aria's POV I woke up to find Cain asleep in a chair beside my bed. For one disoriented moment, I forgot where I was. Forgot the kidnapping, the chase, everything. I just saw him, his head tilted back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, dark hair falling across his forehead and felt safe. Then reality crashed back in. He kidnapped me. He hates me. He's using me for revenge. I should have been terrified or looking for a way to escape.

“Weren’t you dear, Cara?” “Exactly Aldo. Which is why this is crazy. You brought me here, holding me captive, against my wish; kidnapping me.” She pushed. “I... when? When did I kidnap you?” “Do you need a dictionary? You have my devices, so I can’t call anyone. You have my cards, all my money, so I can’t leave. And I’m practically on lockdown here. Does this not sound, to you, like a kidnapping?”

he said. Brielle, feigning concern, reached across the table. "I'm just curious. Maybe I can help, or at least offer a sympathetic ear.” Caden, torn between caution and a growing trust, hesitated before finally opening up about Leo's enigmatic past. Little did he know, Brielle's inquiry was a carefully crafted ploy to unearth the secrets surrounding Leo's case. The stage was set for a delicate interplay of trust and deception, with the mansion's secrets hanging in the balance.

And by kidnapping his daughter, Amelia, I took his most prized possession. Now all I have to do is wait for him to make his offer, watch him try everything to get her back. First, I will pretend to be interested in his worthless money. Then, once we have decided where to meet and the price for repurchasing his daughter, I will end Amelia before her father's eyes. It's an evil plan, but I'm already going to hell for the sins that I've done, for the people that I've murdered to get where I am. So I might as well go through with this plan too.

After all, she could not possibly escape when she was on plane because no matter how suicidal someone was, he or she would not jump off from a plane that was in the air. She walked out of the room moving cautiously, she spent most of her life with mafia's. So she was going to tread carefully as she did not want to end up dead with a bullet in her chest or her forehead. She walked into the rear of the fuselage and then she saw him, the man she slept with and stole two million dollars from. He really was the one that kidnapped her He was sitting in a laid back position with his legs stretched out in front of him and he was smoking. Adrian Osiander, she has heard about him so many times

Help! I tried to shout but my dry throat could barely manage to get the words out. "Help," I whispered. A van pulled up in front of us and I was gently pushed in it. I was being kidnapped. I knew it. But I couldn't do anything about​ it. I immediately tried to get up but failed miserably. I couldn't walk and I couldn't see anything. My head began to throb a bit. "What should we do about this girl?" I heard a man's voice ask someone. I saw Olivia in someone's arms too.

"Hello, Mr. Rafael, this is—" "I know who you are. Just get straight to the point," I told him. "You've been reported as the kidnapper of Zyra Allonze, and we know you have her in your custody," he said. I scoffed. "Who said that? That's a private matter." "Mr. Rafael, we'd like you to come down here to see us," he said. "Give the phone back to Michael," I said. "I need to know if you'll come voluntarily, or if we'll be forced to raid your house," he said.