Persephone Kidnapped Novels & Stories

I whispered, and Alice and Francesco were instantly by my side. Inhaling shakily, I answered the call and put the phone on speaker. “Josephine Perkins. How are you doing?” A warped voice came from the phone, followed my a chuckle full of mockery. I didn't have to rack my brain to realize that it wasn't a random kidnapper, the person actually knew me, and had a motive for abducting Sabrina. “H-How much do you want?” I rambled out. “Wow, you hurt my feelings, Josephine,” The warped voice came again. “You didn't give my question a befitting response.”

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

“Don’t give me cr*p: I have seen victims of kidnappings, they can never be the same.” Her black eyes were like live coals, as she stared at him and said sadly, ‘They are damaged.” He stopped in mid-sentence, his body going cold. Aiyana moved closer, as she snarled, “You think you know a lot? Running around with guns, snaring little girls who do not know their own minds?” He stared at her. ”Mr Big Shot Boss,” she snapped, derisively,” I have an entire dossier on you. Proserpina had just turned eighteen when she was snapped up by you. “

She no longer looked like that innocent woman I had first copulated with but now a woman, a mature woman and I could tell she was genuinely worried. I looked back at the picture and I could swear the boy could have passed for me as a child and even the girl had features that resembled my mother’s. “The boy’s name is Colvin and the girl is Camille,” I heard her say as I looked back at her, still not believing my eyes. “How can you walk in here after 6 years to tell me you birthed my pups?” “I had to protect them,” she retorted. “From what?” “I… it wasn’t… please Sebastian, they have been kidnapped and I need your help.”

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.

After seconds of throwing it, the bear exploded, causing everyone to be frantic and leave the beach. "Terry!" I look behind me to find the gang running behind me, confused." "What the hell happened?" Ask Thea. "What's that explosion?" Effie looks around. "Where's Persephone?" "Persephone...was kidnapped." "What?!" Everyone is in shock. "Don't worry; I know where she is." I'm glad I had Warren give Persephone a tracking device. I pull out my phone and open the tracking app. She's still in this area. "I'll be back."

"Aunt Lucy, I-I will take her to the room." Without waiting for Aunt Lucy to respond he carried her princess style and walked inside the house quickly. He was flustered thus he didn't notice Aunt Lucy taking pictures in her phone with a greedy but gentle expression. She looked at the pictures she had taken and after ascertaining that the pictures looks Ok she sent it to two people. After doing that Aunt Lucy walked away towards the servant quarters while humming a tune. Victor carried Veronica to the room where she stayed when she just came here or rather say when she was kidnapped and was taken here.

“I—I just witnessed a kidnapping. Please, you have to help. They’re headed to an abandoned factory out of town!” Not waiting for questions, she bolted to the curb and hailed a cab. “Follow that blue van!” Inside the vehicle, Serena slowly began to stir. Her head throbbed and limbs ached, her body jostled by every turn of the road. When the van finally stopped, two men yanked her out. In the dusky light of the warehouse’s broken windows, one of the kidnappers made a call. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” he said, voice gleefully mocking, “we have Serena and Victoria. And yes, we know you’ve already traced us. But we don’t scare easily. We’ve got nothing to lose, no family, no names, no regrets.”

“You’re forgetting something, Dare. Men like you and me? We don’t get to settle down. We don’t get love. No matter how much you try, it’s not for you.” “Mark!” My voice was a warning, but he ignored it. He leaned closer, each tone dripping with malice. “She’ll never love you. Does she even know who you really are? The things you’ve done—not just the assignments, but the women? If she knew, she wouldn’t stay here for another second.” He paused, a twisted smile spreading across his face as realization dawned. “You kidnapped her,” he said, his voice almost gleeful. “That’s it, isn’t it? You took her.”

It was a pebble that kicked up a storm. As everyone turned towards Janet, the cameras caught the look of shock on her face. Nodding in satisfaction, I revealed my last piece of evidence—a recording, which was clear despite the rowdiness in the hall: "By the way, Ms. Singer said you're pregnant. So how many kicks do you think that the little one will survive?" Pandemonium ensued. Before anyone knew it, police sirens blared, and soon armed officers charged into the hall and cuffed Janet. "You're under arrest on charges of inciting a kidnapping, and inciting physical assault, leading to miscarriage."