Ransom Novels & Stories

Raina It's the fourth day now of the deadline given by the leader for our families to provide ransom money. They must have already called the numbers each one wrote down except mine. Because as I said, there's no one they can call since I'm completely orphaned. "Do you think Sir Evo will give twenty million for our ransom money?" Out of great concern, Irene couldn't help but inquire from Nissi. Only a few days left until the deadline, so not only Irene but all of us are very anxious.

he said, pointing at my bacon. I nodded and waved, I could always get more. I still wasn’t feeling so hot. *Get to the good stuff!! Find out about our mate,* Coral said, invading my brain. I tried to shove her aside, I had to ease into it. “Ransom? Like they want money, that seems lame,” I said, making a face.

Taking a fresh one, I reconstruct my words. ‘In exchange for your little wolf, you will give provide full sacks of gold and rhinestones and treasures. You have only twenty-eight days to meet up with my terms or have your baby’s head in return. A stern warning, any wrong move to get your baby back without meeting these terms would mean him losing his head too. A few days before the deadline, you will be informed of the location to drop the ransom. Take care.’ Satisfied with my craft, I transfer the content onto the neat paper, careful enough to change my handwriting and not leave a clue that it’s written by me.

I said, almost shivering over the phone like someone who had a gun pointed right on her temple and was saying her last prayer. “Good! That means you are willing to cooperate. Anyway, since the case is like that, you will pay a ransom of a token of 50 billion dollars to have her alive. If not, then consider your sister dead and I meant every single word I said. Your time starts counting from the moment we end this call, so you have just 48 hours to raise the money. If not, then don't blame us for taking ugly laws into our hands.” My head instantly heated up. I blinked rapidly, trying to understand if I heard right. 50 what?

my heart was hammered. None answered. Panic started. I looked around, my uneasiness rising in every vacant place. At last, I came upon a message in Vanessa's clear handwriting affixed to the refrigerator. "Ethan, you will pay me 10 million dollars if you ever wish to see Clara and Ella once more. You will regret it if you involve the cops." My planet spun. Vanessa was asking for a ransom after kidnapping Ella and Clara. I experienced desperation, wrath, and anxiety at once. I had to preserve them, but how?

The place smells filthy, gross that anytime she could puke. Well, what she should expect in an abandoned place, right? “We really did catch a big fish, eh? This kid looked so rich,” one of his accomplices said as he grinned at the girl even if she’s not looking. “What do her parents said? Will they give us the ransom?” the first guy asked as he grabbed some cig from his old coat. “Did you tell them how much is the ransom in order for them to save their child?” One of his accomplices grinned at him. “Eight Million Euro. They’ll give it in no time, they say.” (*about Ten million USD)

“Wait…Richard’s name is on the funding stream.” Maddox didn’t answer right away. His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, tapping commands, opening more files like he was peeling layers off something rotted underneath. “Ramon,” he muttered, “this isn’t just about random attacks. It’s calculated. Coordinated. Like dominoes.” I leaned closer. “What else did you find?” He pulled up another file, this one a black screen with scrolling code. “It’s encrypted. But I managed to crack some parts. You would really want to see this.”

Half a minute later, she exclaimed, "What happened to Bethany? What's going on?" Kevan replied, "She has been kidnapped. The kidnappers are demanding a ransom of one billion dollars." Ruby anxiously exclaimed, "Then, pay the ransom and get her back! You can afford one billion, right?" He remained silent for a few seconds and lowered his voice, saying, "I can't." "You're lying!" She stomped her foot in frustration. "How can you not afford it? Microworks Corporation is such a big company! You've even boasted about a fortune of hundreds of billions!"

Daniel sighed deeply, looking as if he had just received the saddest news ever. “Grandpa and Aurora were kidnapped. They want ransom,” he said. Camila and Ciara frowned, while John sighed sadly. “Ransom? Call the inspector immediately,” John ordered, but Ciara stopped him. “Do you want the news to spread? If you don’t want to inform Damien, then let’s just pay the ransom and get Father and Aurora back. How much is it?” she asked Daniel. “100 million,” he replied, making his father sigh. “Pay the money instantly,” John ordered, and Daniel nodded.

He switched to English halfway through, his voice low but vibrating with restrained fury. “What do you mean he plastered it black?” A pause. “How much?” Another pause. “And he was bragging?” His voice grew colder. “And no ransom mentioned?” Elena lifted her head sharply at that. My stomach twisted. “No ransom?” That was never good. Never. Ransom meant the children were leverage. No ransom meant the children were the target. I stood up slowly, my shoulders heavy, my pulse thundering hard enough to make me lightheaded. Darian ended the call and turned to us, jaw clenc