Bliss Disappearing Act Novels & Stories

Mr. Veil took Julian back to the country for treatment. I didn't hear about him after that. But on the day after he jumped, Veil Group made a coordinated press release across dozens of major outlets. They cleared everything up. The concert, the photos, the confession — everything had been Sheila's setup. The photos had been queued by her own people to flash on the screen mid-performance. My on-camera "confession" had been extracted under threat, with my mother's life as collateral.

"Please don't tell me you found a new boyfriend that fast, Maru. I won't tolerate- wait, I didn't know you were into girls, too." Megan smiled wider and giggled. Bliss cleared her throat and let go of her arm as she went closer to her childhood friend. "You seriously can't remember me? That's sad, Ethan." What was Bliss and Megan's reaction earlier when realization dawned upon them? That's what the tall guy looks like right now. She was soon enveloped in another bone-crushing hug. "Bliss, oh my- I think I'm gonna cry." Bliss shook her head and giggled. "Maru, he's still dramatic as ever."

"What the hell just happened here?” Toby breathed in amazement. “It’s called a disappearing spell. I had Sophia do the spell so that their bodies will vanish without a trace and it will look like they absconded from their duty post. That should distract anyone who might be searching for them for a while. I can’t bury them in the backyard in case someone comes looking for them.” Sally told them all.

My chest tightened as I watched them caress, embrace, kiss, and lose themselves in a display of intense passion designed to bring her relief. ​The sight shredded whatever strength I had left, forcing me to pull away from the crack in the door. I slid my back against the cold, hard hallway wall, staring blankly at the empty space ahead as my vision blurred. A single hot tear escaped my left eye, burning a path down my cheek. Before the drop could reach my chin, I hastily brushed it away with the back of my hand.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

Sittie's fury was backed up with a solid belief. “I'm really sorry, Sittie. Blythe is extremely difficult to control.” She apologized to Sittie once more. Sittie didn't say anything; instead, she grabbed a glass of cool carbonated water, added some honey, and drank it. “If you're truly sorry for everything I've gone through—” Look at Blessie's reflection in the fridge door, Sittie. “— Take a deep breath and reconnect with yourself. Blessie, fix yourself so we can live our lives in peace. We have the option of returning to our former selves. You know you're the only one who can make Blythe and I vanish from your life; you're the only one who can make it happen. You may live in peace, and we w

"I'm sorry for all the things you've been through. But I promise, three years from now, I'll make you the real Mrs. Brooks." Joanna smiled softly. "Alright." Theo hugged her tightly, then reluctantly left. As soon as he was gone, Joanna changed out of her pajamas and into her favorite outfit. The maid who cared for her came in and spoke quietly, "Everything is ready." Theo would never guess that the woman he had hired to spy on Joanna was actually working for her parents. Joanna followed the maid out the back door. The moment the black car drove away from the villa, flames exploded behind them in a fiery blaze.

“Take care.” “I’ll take care for you,” Lincoln replied and winked. Shun rolled his eyes but still smiled. He waved him goodbye. RUQA DIZON stood beside the bed of a beautiful young woman. Her expression held relief and gratefulness. Shaine’s operation is successful, much to her relief. She felt grateful to Shun but slightly curious where he got that much money. However, it wasn’t her business anymore. She knew Shun loved Shaine more than everything; he would do everything for her. It’s not surprising that Shun made a miracle and paid for her operation.

She gave another small smile and looked away. He gave a smile in response. “You’re welcome, Miss Jackson.” The car fell into silence once more. After driving another 20 minutes, they arrived at a 5-star hotel; Bliss. When they approached the building, Derreck got out of the car first and guided Leah in. They walked into the building through the revolving doors and approached the front counter. The woman behind the desk eyed Leah suspiciously, but didn’t allow it to be shown on her face. “Welcome to Bliss, my name is Ashley, how long will you be staying with us?”

Finally, I concluded with an expressionless statement, "Mr. Smith is leading a happy life now, and so am I." Camera flashes were going off non-stop, and the blinding lights from all directions had the potential to blind anyone. They seemed determined to scrutinize every subtle nuance on my face, hoping to uncover any lingering sorrow. Before the trending headline ‘Hazel Jones, Cannes Best Actress’, there was another one that came before it—'Hazel Jones Talks About Luke Smith Again’. After four years, our names were once again intertwined. Upon seeing the news, my mom wasted no time in approaching me as soon as I arrived home.