Everlost Neal Shusterman Novels & Stories

Quickly, I move to calm him down, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. With a calming voice, I assure him that Adam and I will handle Eva, urging him to trust us to seek justice through the proper channels. “I’ve tried to find her, but it seems like she has disappeared!” Neal informs me of his concerns, expressing his unease about the situation. I reassure him, suggesting that perhaps for my own safety, Adam has kept Eva hidden and away from me. I urge Neal not to worry, emphasizing that Adam has promised to take care of the matter.

Evelyn tried to fight the darkness, tried to memorize faces, license plates, anything. But the world was already slipping away. The van door slammed shut. And Evelyn was gone. The hum of the overhead fluorescent lights filled the silence, sterile and oppressive. Detective Mason stood across the table, arms crossed, eyes locked on the man handcuffed to the steel chair. Niles Carr. Former government agent, he is now retired and also involved in operations too dirty for public record. Carr’s lip was split, and blood clung to the edge of his collar, but his stare was defiant.

He was evil underneath that sheep's clothing. "How can I help you, Hannah?"I said aloud, lost in my thoughts. I'm so torn on how I will continue to face my family having this burden of knowing everything. It will destroy us. The company he has built, the love of all the people around us. When he died everyone was in mourning. We lost a good man, that's what everyone thought, but I know Hannah more than anyone and I know she will never lie to me. But why? Why just now? When everything's lost and she is gone.

Final note: “Accepted offer. Agreed to dissolve holdings. All documentation sealed.” --- NELSON CARTER LABS – Tier 2 Red A husband-wife chemist team refused to license a fuel patent to a Blackwood defense partner. Their lab was shut down for “violations.” No charges filed. Reuben Carter died in a fire three months later. Celia vanished. Final note: “Neutralized. One unconfirmed survivor — under monitoring.” --- Ava sat back in the folding chair, the cold from the room sinking into her spine. This wasn’t just targeted enforcement.

The last thing we wanted to do was to harm the human inhabitants of Lakewood. They locked the sector down tighter than Area 51. Nothing and nobody was getting past Neal. Like all Gammas, he was a security expert. After we’d been double-crossed by members of our pack, Neal had become obsessive, having taken it as a personal failure. There was also something he wanted to talk to me about, but he said it could wait until after the ceremony. Aaron scuffed his steel toe-capped boot over the trampled earth, loosening the soil. “Caleb, can I ask you something?” he asked in a careful tone, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his high-visibility jacket.

It had looked like he had been working vigorously to sort something out and then left in a hurry, and as I walked closer to it, I couldn't help but wonder what he had been up to. Reaching down, I picked up a handful of papers and began to look through them. The name Lester Johnson was scribbled through them as well as photos of a building in Japan, and a photo of a man walking but taken from behind him so you couldn't see his face. "What the hell–" I muttered softly to myself in confusion. From the looks of it, Neal was obsessed with whoever this was, and when I got deeper into looking at this, I also noticed a familiar name I hadn't seen or heard in months.

"Don't think that I don't know your plan. Why is Ximena suddenly transferred to Pacific City? Do you really think I don't know?" Helma was slowly sending away the people closest to her. When Ximena returned to Pacific City, Helma wanted to send Jade back as well. However, Neil's wedding was coming soon. Helma failed to trick Jade into going to Pacific City. Helma pursed her lips and sighed in her heart. The three chatted briefly, and Neil asked about Helma's current situation. "Recently, Owen and I have been looking for the LEV Organization's original information, but most of it has been erased, and not much can be found."

Help me arrange the move abroad. There was no one left here worth staying for. I left in a rush. I packed through the second half of the night and moved out before dawn. I did not even return to the company. … When Selena realized she could not reach me, she panicked. She borrowed other people's phones and called again and again. None of them worked. I disappeared from her life cleanly, like a gust of wind. All I left her were a few dreamlike years of memories and the engagement ring, placed neatly on the table.

"Or worse. He'll finish the job they started in '96." "Facility 4," I said, sitting next to him. "Do you have any idea where it is?" "No. It's a black site. It doesn't exist on any map." He took a sip, his eyes narrowing. "But I know someone who might know. A ghost." "A ghost?" "Elias Vane. He used to be the Consortium’s archivist. The man who scrubbed the records. He 'died' in a boating accident five years ago. But I know for a fact he’s living in Old Town, running a clock repair shop."

Neil's coat was still there, a clear sign that he had been here recently, yet now he seemed to have disappeared into thin air, leaving not a single trace behind. A chill crawled up my spine, and I couldn't help but turn to Ethan, my eyes wide with shock and fear. "Is this some kind of calamities?" I whispered, my breath quickening as though the very air around us had thickened. First, Neil's brother Nick, then his younger brother Nelson—now even Neil was gone. Everything felt as if it were part of a twisted game, fate closing in on us, step by agonizing step.