Kidnappings Stories

Two years after Nathaniel Swift left for America to forget the woman he loved, he learns she's engaged to another man -- and returns to England to win her back. ***** Lord Nathaniel 'Nate' Swift is hopelessly in love with his best friend's younger sister, Charlotte Wilde. However, Nate's rakish ways, their ten-year age difference, and his best friend's objections soon make it very clear that a marriage could never take place. So Nate does the only thing he could: he travels to America and tries to forget about the woman he loves. But after two years in the New World, forgetting Charlotte proves to be impossible, and he's quickly pulled back to England after hearing of her engagement to another man. Determined to make up for past mistakes, Nate swears to stop the impending wedding and win back Charlotte's heart at any cost. But is he too late to show her the truth he's known all along -- that they're meant to be together, forever? [[Word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

Kane 'Grim' Walker spent five years in prison for a crime he'd commit again. Now he's back with the Iron Hounds MC, trying to rebuild his life. Dr.Gemma Castillo is a complication he didn't see coming. One night. That was supposed to be it. But when a rival operation takes her, everything changes. Gemma had learned from a young age to keep her head down and mouth shut. Long shifts at the hospital, mounting debt, and a past she doesn't talk about having taught her one thing, stay invisible, stay safe. The motorcycle club she works for is a means to an end, and nothing more. Until one reckless night changes everything. What should have been forgettable isn't and its aftermath has demons chasing her to the world's end.

ᝰ.ᐟ In the world of ballet, perfection is everything. Beatrice Ashford has spent her entire life chasing it - perfect turns, perfect posture, perfect control. As the star dancer of the New York City Ballet, she is preparing for the biggest performance of her career: the opening night of Odette. But when one of the company's dancers is found brutally murdered inside her dressing room only one day before the premiere, the beauty of the ballet world begins to crack. A message is left behind. A killer is hiding inside the theater. And everyone becomes a suspect. Called to New York, Spencer Reid and the BAU must uncover the truth before the killer strikes again. But the deeper Spencer digs into the world of ballet, obsession, and perfection, the more he realizes that Beatrice Ashford may be closer to the danger than anyone thinks. Because someone is watching her. Someone who believes perfection is worth killing for. And opening night is getting closer.

When Leo invents the LPhone, not even the Fates could predict what would happen next. The answer is: absolute chaos. A PJO X Gotham story... Nico di Angelo didn't think anything of the person he accidentally texted, but when one of the Bat kids gets roped into the unhinged conversations of the demigods, it only goes downhill from there. Somehow, Nico and Leo end up working as a team to find the Bats, purely for no reason other than their own curiosity or entertainment. But from the Bat's point of view, a couple of threats entering Gotham calls for trouble. If you need a laugh, or love the chaos that comes with these types of stories you are going to love this! :D I glance to Tim, typing on the computer like a mad man. The voices came back, but there was a new one this time. "YOU STABBED HIM?!" Me and Tim's heads flew to the screen, but we still couldn't see anything. "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" "HOW? HOW THE HADES DO YOU CHASE SOMEONE, SWING A SWORD AT THEM, AND WHEN THEY GET IMPALED IT'S ON ACCIDENT?!" ***I do not own Percy Jackson or DC*** BEST RANKS: 1st sonofhades 2026 1st phones 2026 1st nicodiangelo 2026 1st pjo 2026 1st batman 2026

"Are you a serial killer or something?" I laughed cautiously. "Serial? No." He smiled, leveling me with his eyes. A shiver ran down my spine. **** Elisabeth sealed her fate when she agreed to one last trip with her friends before stepping into what she called "real adulthood" - finishing university and getting a full-time job. But she couldn't have imagined that a quiet dinner in a fancy Italian restaurant would be the beginning of something new.. The danger. The desire. The downfall.

I was standing infront of a mirror only in my red skirt and blouse . He give me a red saree to wear it . tears flowing from my eyes like river but after making me wearing a saree . He sat me infront of mirror and started wearing me jewellery . He applied red lipstick on my lips and said seductive " you look really fuckable in red colour . I replied crying " please let me see my brother . he was very sick . let me go to the hospital for once . Hearing me he slapped really fast on my face and fist my hair tightly . he said and anger dripping from his voice " you dare to talk back . you just forget your po place infront of me . tell me who are you ? tell me whom you belong . I hissed in pain and replied " I'm your doll . I'm only belong to you ..I'm only yours . This story isn't mine and this story real author is Artemisia on novel app . Main character name is change here because I changed this story character into taekook .. top - Taehyung bottom - jungkook mafiya dark romance secret love revange mystery hate to love lots of drama and villian planing too .

Leisel, a shy eighteen year old girl, is caught in a horrific situation as her slightly usual relationship with an older woman descends into a nightmare. WE'RE BACK! Almost 10 years since I first posted this to Wattpad, I will be editing and uploading chapters as quickly as possible.

The mansion was silent again. Not empty-never empty. Just heavy with tension and secrets. Yashvi stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, wrapped in a silk robe they had chosen for her, her damp hair falling over trembling shoulders. She had stopped trying to escape-not because the doors were locked, but because the three men watching her made freedom feel impossible. Damien leaned against the fireplace, calm and dangerous. Adrian sat silently in the shadows, his cold eyes fixed only on her. And Emiliano stood closest, a sinful smirk resting on his lips as he stepped toward her slowly. "What do you all want from me?" she whispered. "You," Emiliano answered simply. "Your trust," Adrian said coldly. "Your loyalty," Damien finished, his deep voice wrapping around her like a warning. Yashvi tried to step back, but Damien's hand settled firmly around her waist, stopping her instantly. "You don't run anymore, princess," he murmured. The three brothers closed in around her-not with chains, not with force, but with something far more dangerous. Attention. Obsession. Possession. And somewhere deep inside herself, Yashvi realized the terrifying truth- part of her no longer wanted to leave.

⚠️ CHAPTER 41 - 100 ARE PAID CONTENT VIA KO-FI ⚠️ ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ The De Luca brothers reign supreme in the underworld, holding dominion over the ruthless realm of the Italian Mafia. They are cold, merciless, driven by madness, their loyalty solely to blood. Yet, their lives take an unexpected turn when they discovered their thirteen years old little sister. *** "When she was choking me, is that... love?" She whispered, her voice barely audible, each word trembling as if afraid to leave her lips. Her eyes, wide and glassy, searched mine desperately, seeking a truth that she couldn't grasp amidst the fog of confusion and despair that clouded her mind. My heart seethed with rage, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls of my restraint, threatening to betray the stoic facade I had carefully constructed. I wanted to scream, to shake her out of this misguided belief. Hestia, my little sister, stared back at me. Her innocence tainted by the cruel hands of someone who had twisted the meaning of love into something unrecognizable. She couldn't differentiate the painfully obvious truth, the clear distinction between love and control, kindness and cruelty. It was as if the very essence of her spirit was being suffocated, just as her breath had been. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and emotionally distressing themes, including emotional abuse, manipulation, disturbing family dynamics, morally corrupt characters, sexual assault, rape, psychological trauma, and mature content. Reader discretion is advised. © 2026 [CherylZielle]. All rights reserved. Do not copy or distribute the story without permission.

کاتێک بارووتی شەڕی نێوان دوو خێزانی بەدەسەڵات دۆڵەکە دەسوتێنێت، دیانای تەمەن ١٩ ساڵ ناچار دەبێت وەک باجی خوێن و ئاشتی، خۆی بکاتە قوربانی و بچێتە ناو کۆشکی ڕەشی دوژمنەکانی. لەوێ، بڕوانی سەرکردەی چەکدارەکان چاوەڕوانی دەکات؛ پیاوێک کە ناخی پڕە لە ڕق و سوێندی تۆڵەی خواردووە. لە یەکەم چرکەساتی گەیشتنیدا، لە ژێر بارانێکی بەخوڕ، چاوە سەوزە یاخییەکانی دیانا ڕووبەڕووی شمشێرە ساردەکەی بڕوان دەبنەوە. ئایا ئەم جەنگە دەبێتە هۆی لەناوچوونی هەمووان، یان لە نێوان تاڵەکانی قژ و بارووتدا، چارەنووسێکی چاوەڕواننەکراو سەرهەڵدەدات؟

A Mafia Romance • Psychological Thriller • Slow Burn A Story of Healing, Betrayal & Redemption "They broke his memories. She became his home." A broken man with no past. A Mafia Queen with no mercy. One promise. "I'll protect you." But when forgotten memories begin to surface, the truth may destroy them both. Sometimes, the safest place in the world is the most dangerous woman's arms✨✨ ✦ Aarav Malhotra X Elena Salvatore Rathore ✦

"Mujhse aapne aap ko baandhne se pehle itna sochlo, iss rishte mai sab hoga lekin mohabbat nahi". His voice was sharp. She looked up at him and his eyes softened. The anger vanished in thin air just by a look. "Theek hai". She said and he turned his back towards her. His replaced bride. She fell first, he fell harder. Eldest son x Only daughter Eldest grandson x Eldest granddaughter ___________________________________________ "Mai yeh shaadi ko kabhi nahi maanunga. Yeh baat hum dono ke alawa kisi ko bhi nahi pata chalni chahiye. KISI. KO. BHI. NAHI". He said and her heart started beating loudly "ANSWER ME". He punched the steering wheel startling her. She jumped in her seat and nodded. His forced bride. She dreamt of love, he lived it. Youngest son x Only daughter Youngest grandson x Youngest granddaughter #1 in peace #281 in care

Everyone is hiding something. Everyone is looking for someone. But what if the person who's missing doesn't want to be found?

She was sent to destroy him. Elara Vance, a rookie undercover agent, takes on a new identity as quiet library assistant Elara Mendez to infiltrate the Rainer Estate-home to the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. Her mission: gain trust, uncover secrets, and bring down the family... starting with their eldest son, Kael Rainer. Cold, guarded, and haunted by a life he never chose, Kael is far more than the ruthless heir she was warned about. As lies blur into truth and dangerous attraction grows between them, Elara realizes nothing is as it seems. Caught between duty and love, secrets and survival, every choice becomes deadly. In a world of shadows, betrayal, and hidden loyalties-can they survive when the person you were sent to take down becomes the only one you'd die for?

Aurora finally got a job at a nightclub It seemed perfect, good atmosphere, good pay. But what happens when she opens the wrong door in the club, discovering a sick secret. And now shes trapped.

At eighteen, Mia disappeared. For six years, she was gone without a trace. No answers. No goodbyes. No way home. The people she left behind never stopped searching. Not her older half-sister, the brilliant and stubborn lawyer Hong Cha-young. And certainly not Vincenzo Cassano-the boy she met in Italy, the one who became her best friend, her first love, and the person who never truly let her go. When Mia is finally found at twenty-four, everyone expects her to be broken by what she endured. Instead, she returns with the same kind heart, unwavering faith, and stubborn determination that once made everyone love her in the first place. But returning home isn't as simple as it seems. Years later Fragments of lost memories begin to surface. Familiar names echo from the past. Dangerous secrets connect her disappearance to powerful enemies who would rather the truth remain buried. As Mia pieces together the years stolen from her, she must learn how to live again, trust again, and open her heart to the people who never gave up on her. Surrounded by found family, unexpected allies, and one infuriatingly protective Italian consigliere, Mia discovers that healing isn't about forgetting the past. It's about choosing hope despite it. A heartfelt story of survival, family, faith, healing, and a love that endured even when time tried to tear it apart. 💚 "They stole six years of her life. They never stole her hope."

Ta kasance marainiya ce, ta girma a gidan marayu, duk wani abu na rayuwa a cikinsa ta yi. Daga baya, tana dawo cikin gidansu Hamma da zama, bata da kowa sai shi kaɗai. Tana matuƙar sonsa, tana jin zata iya sadaukar da rayuwarta saboda shi. Kwatsam! Masu garkuwa da har mutane suka yi garkuwa dashi, suka nemi kuɗin fansa naira miliyan hamsin. Iyayensa basu da ƙarfin kuɗin. Ta yi alƙawarin samo kuɗin ta ko wacce hanya. Ya ku ke ganin abin zai kasance? Ta wacce hanya zata samu kuɗi masu yawa haka?.

A collection of angst oneshots I'm writing because I can't find some that fit what I'm looking for. There will be some fluff here and there to soften the blows, but otherwise it will be some depressing shit. PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING TRIGGER WARNINGS!! TWs: Suicide/self harm, death, more death, assault/abuse, sexual assault (not descriptive), sex scenes (not descriptive), domestic violence, kidnapping, torture, blood and choking. 🤠 Anyways I hope that people enjoy this...well...you probably won't but take care! 𑣲⋆ ᯓ Audrego3

In Haven-05, children aren't children, they are subjects, meant to be experimented on. They don't have names, they have numbers. Subject Twelve has been a part of Haven-05 for as long as she can remember. No on here, thinks about getting out, until they all do. Freedom isn't a choice but right, when all the subjects of Haven-05 finally realize it, tables start changing, authorities start to falter. The ones they've kept away from daylight for so long, finally decide, they have to see it. And so, Project Helix starts fails yet again. Only, this failing is but a cover. A cover to hide the real Helix, far from Haven-05.