All Gone Book Novels & Stories

“What?” Alinta asked in a barely audible whisper. “They are gone, Als. We should have never abandoned them at the airport. Now they are gone; this bond with Bellinor is not a hex,” Angela cried bitterly. Alinta fell to her knees at this devastating news. Her mind went blank, and tears began to run down her numb cheeks without her even realizing it. Her chest grew heavy as guilt weighed her down.

No wonder Tim could be so utterly deranged as to dig up his mother’s grave just to frame me. As it turned out, the whole “death” was a lie. I sent Sarah a message. “Tim’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is in the email I sent you.” Whether she chose to read it or not was no longer my concern. My flight was booked for three days later. Summer had done the booking. When Sarah returned home, she saw me packing. Half my clothes had been thrown away, and a small portion had been boxed up and shipped to South City.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the competition results are now ready. Lily Rosenfelt won first place. It's a well-deserved victory!" Yet, the triumph brought Lily no happiness. The memory of her lost child shattered her heart into fragments. The anguish was overwhelming and impossible to endure. Drained and hollow, she slipped away from the venue. Just as the Rosenfelts' car came to a halt, Zeke managed to catch up with her. "Lily, is it truly the end? Is there nothing more for us to say?" "Everything has been said." When her gaze met his, it was utterly cold and stripped of any warmth. A raw, inexpressible pain surged within his chest, sharp and unrelenting.

The room exhaled. Not metaphorically. The force that had bent the air to ignite lungs full of fuel, to tense wings on unthinking command, took its toll on one final, unwilling exhalation. The humming of walls faded. The floor lost its sense of potential fracture beneath the weight of what might have occurred. The Book was nowhere to be seen. But it was not destroyed. It just disappeared and is inside Allistair's consciousness. Allistair felt it, second heart rate, erring in pace, erring in touch, palpable nonetheless. No screaming now. No scratching. Wrapping himself around something fragile, treacherous, and ominously familiar.

“Well, look who finally showed up. The little princess and her pack of disappointments.” Alerion’s fists clenched. “Where’s the book?” The big one snorted. “Gone. Handed it off ten minutes ago. Dark Wolf King’s boys are halfway across the city by now. You’re too late, pups.” Zane stepped forward, eyes narrowing. “You’re lying.”

Her daughter cut her off without looking in her direction. “What do you-” Huffing in agitation, Eloise barged in, “The Book of Oath is gone!” Of course, it is. Ambrose took it.

With a knife in hand, Olivia Gerber catches Caleb Jebb in bed with another woman for the ninth time, only to discover that the woman is none other than her younger sister, Shannon Gerber. The usually aloof Caleb suddenly grabs the knife and drives it deep into his own abdomen. "Don't hurt Shannon." Caleb stares at Olivia with bloodshot eyes, his voice unexpectedly shaking. "You can get back at me however you want. I'll accept it. Are you happy now?" Olivia freezes on the spot, her fingertips numb from the warmth of his blood. The next moment, Gerald Gerber, her father, hurries over and slaps her across the face. He launches into a furious tirade. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? All

--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

"Chloe, please. Come back. Please-don't leave us." People yelled for an ambulance. Phones lit the scene like flashlights. Sirens wailed in the distance. Everything was chaos. Screams. Crying. Confusion. I looked around again-Bella was gone. But I would never forget the look in her eyes. She didn't just hurt Chloe. She sent a message. End of Book One (To be continued in Book Two...)

I never wanted to see him again. A month later, the news reported that a kind man named Harvey Jackson had donated all his organs before his death. Everything except his rejected kidney had gone to those in need. I couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. After all that circling, this was where things ended. People always tried to recreate what they had lost, but when it came back around, it never felt the same. Well, looking back was meaningless now. I had to keep running forward as fast as I possibly could.