When The Phone Rings Who Is The Kidnapper Novels & Stories

The call had been on loudspeaker, so everyone had heard the call. “He is not alone?” Jiraq pointed out; a statement of realization rather than a question. I was about to say something when the call rang again. I picked it up immediately, as I had seen the caller’s id first. it was Liam's number. So, invariably, it was the kidnapper calling. “Come alone. Do not come here with your freaking friends. Or else. You know what will happen to your stubborn friend and his mate over here.” The guy said before ending the call.

Not now. Late in the evening, my phone rang again. The kidnappers. I answered on the first ring, my heart pounding. "Do you have the money?" a gruff voice demanded. "Yes, I have it," I replied. "Where do you want me to bring it?" There was a pause, then the voice gave me an address on the outskirts of the city. "Tomorrow night, 8 PM. Come alone. If we see anyone else, she dies." The call ended abruptly. I relayed the information to the security team, who immediately started planning. They insisted on covert surveillance, promising to stay out of sight but ready to intervene if things went south.

The kidnapper picked up the phone and said to the person on the call, "Did you hear that? Try 512512." Chelsey stared at the kidnapper nervously and almost stopped breathing. Although she couldn't see the expression on his face, she could see the murderous look in his eyes. This man was ruthless. Soon, there was feedback from the other end of the phone. The kidnapper snarled, "Wrong password!"

They got to the location and his phone rang. 📞[Jason] Hello. 📞[Kidnapper] do you have my money? 📞 [Jason] Yes sir 📞[Kidnapper] walk to the room there is a telephone on the table and wait for my instructions. 📞[Jason] I need to know that my son is safe. [Phone went off] The kidnapper has lost his bait and can't risk showing up in person. He got to the room and sat down.

He could see that it was some sort of cell but he had no idea where her exact location was just from the surroundings. "Just do as I say, President Zachary, and I'll not harm her. Otherwise, I'll snap her legs right this instant." The video abruptly ended right then. The other party did not tell him what he should do next. His phone rang shortly afterward, which instinctively told him that the one calling was Sharon’s kidnapper. Hence, he accepted the call immediately. "Hello? Who are you? And what the hell are you doing?" he asked coldly as soon as he opened his mouth.

"No idea. We have a crazy party here every 15th of the month. Some unknown number called out of nowhere, saying they'd send us a beauty." Wendy's eyes gleamed coldly. The kidnappers had covered their tracks well. "Show me that phone number." "Okay, okay!" The man pulled out his phone and showed her the caller ID. It was a fake, virtual number. That meant there was no useful information to be gained from these guys. At that moment, Wendy's phone rang. With a sharp motion, she shook off the sleazy man. He stumbled back a few steps, caught by the men behind him.

She wanted to dial 911 and call the cops but her phone rang, it's shrill ringtone disturbing the whole place as someone said, "Who is there?" Waiting for nobody she bolted trying to get away when she heard people running after her. Mira was pleading to God to save her life as she tries to rush out of the company and shout for help but she was unfortunate as one of the men caught up to her and dragged her back to the storage room. "I thought you told me that the whole company was free"Adrian said to the last guard that remained as Kenny exhaled. "Of course I checked sir. I was very meticulous..he or she may have entered after we all came here." He answered as Adrian raked his hand through his

Maeve was so small—how could she possibly endure it? What if the kidnappers wanted nothing but to hurt her in the cruelest way possible? One horrifying thought after another flooded her mind, threatening to drive her insane. Then, the ringing of a phone shattered the suffocating silence in the car. A string of unfamiliar numbers flashed on the screen—an overseas prefix. She shuddered, held her breath, and let her finger hover over the answer button for a moment before pressing it. The moment she brought the phone to her ear, her voice came out surprisingly steady. "What do you want?"

“Anyway, I have… Her phone buzzed on the table, the now darkened screen lighting up. My heart skipped a beat. Her eyes drifted to the screen and twisted in… confusion. “Hello?” The phone was on speaker, and a gruff voice filled the space between us. “Miss Bolden, how have you been?” It was the kidnapper. Natasha made a face and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “What do you want?” She sounded almost annoyed. “If you are here to waste my time, then I would suggest that you get off my phone.”

“And now that I’ve beaten him up, he might even turn around and sue me for assault.” Maya hugged herself, her body going stiff with fear. I hated this. I didn’t want her feeling scared, and this was exactly why I hadn’t told her about everything before. A groan snapped our attention back to the kidnapper. He was starting to wake up, shifting slightly on the ground. Then, as if on cue, his phone started ringing. Maya and I exchanged a glance. Whoever was calling him had to be the one who sent him. They were trying to check if he had carried out the mission given to him.