Everlost Neal Shusterman Novels & Stories

“Then he shouldn’t have thrown it away.” The car continued down the road, city lights stretching endlessly ahead. Behind them, in another direction, Ethan Woods drove on unaware that the woman he once controlled had already stepped onto a path he could no longer reach. And ahead of them all, the banquet loomed. A night that would change everything.

In all honesty, she has always been here in my heart all these years and that was the kind of motivation I needed to keep me going. Three years after Merry passed away, I accidentally met up with Neal in Scotland when I was invited for an awards show. I saw him in the same golf club that I was in and we ended hanging out and as miraculous as it sounds, he remembered who I was and everything that happened in LUAHU. We talked about everything to nothing and how sorry he felt for my loss. Five years ago, Neal had died due to multiple organ failure. Last year, I went to England to spend Christmas with William and Oliver as our reunion and of course to visit Frank and his own family and visit Elv

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.

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.

' Instead, he answered. Neil's voice, dark with anger, filled his ear. "Owen, have you lost your mind? Going AWOL on me now?" Owen massaged his temples, the weight of not finding Helma all these days crashing down on him. "Sorry, Neil. I got a lead on Hemmy here in Cerezo Isle."

"I'm… I'm really sorry." The door closed. She disappeared completely from my sight. I could not hold it in any longer. Tears fell at once. That winter was colder than any other. Snowflakes melted slowly in my palm, just like the love that never reached an ending. I knew Selena stood behind me, waiting for me to turn around. But once you decide to leave, you do not start over. Those years of struggling together were beautiful, yet they were meant only to be remembered. Life has to move on. Anyone who remained trapped in the past was a fool.

I said. "Alpha Evans." Sergi bowed his head. "May I introduce Neil and Alaina of Moonless Night?" "Please." I said. "Neil Colt and his mate Alaina Colt of Moonless Night, this is my Alpha Kane Evans. Neil is the one that designed the topography map. He has some wicked computer skills and Alaina is a genius with codes and firewalls."

"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."