Leah Roberts Missing Person Novels & Stories

He whimpered, half-conscious, his feet dragging across the floor. My biggest question now is why anyone would want to kidnap her. i never believed her story about her growing up in the streets because she doesn’t fit that description. Leah is too much of a softie for me to believe her story. But i’ve ran several background checks on her but still can’t find any info about her at all, it is as though she doesn’t exist in this world because even a beggar has some kind of record—hospital, school, a police file, something.

"I'm coming home. Tell Nico I accept the alliance." Silence held for a beat before his voice dropped into the calm, dangerous register I remembered from closed doors and men who knew better than to waste his time. "When?" "Christmas Eve. Have the papers ready." To Evan, I had always been Leah Moreland, a girl with no family worth mentioning and no one powerful enough to miss her. He had no idea Leah was the name I used when I ran from the Moretti family six years ago. "Are you safe?" my father asked.

He finished smoking a cigarette and headed for the police department. The police had got their hands on Robert's call history and discovered his last conversation was with Layla. "Layla Saunders is missing as well. We can't find her anywhere. We have strong reason to suspect that she is involved in this." Lewis flipped through the information and frowned. "No news at all?"

Below it, a single sentence appears: SHE LEFT BEFORE YOU ARRIVED. My lungs forget how to work. The world tilts, and I grab the back of a chair by the wall without meaning to. Dr. Valenti is still talking, still shaping his mouth around reassurance, but I can’t hear him over the roar in my skull. Leah is gone. Not in the way people leave to get coffee or to take a test. Gone the way documents go missing. Gone the way a person becomes a blank field in a system.

“No requests sent under the Cole name yet.” Elaine looked up. “Then I’ll use existing public databases and newspaper archives. No formal inquiries.” “Exactly.” Leah folded her hands in her lap to keep from touching the photograph again. She wanted to turn it over. She wanted to see the girl’s face one more time, to study the careful smile, the strained jaw, the place where the earring should have been. She wanted to understand why the picture felt less like memory than warning. Instead, she asked, “What are we looking for?”

“Have you dropped by at her house, lately? “ he asked and Leah bit her lips. She hadn't done that, now the officer was going to have another reason not to take her seriously. “She hasn’t called.” The officer, Segt. McCoy sighed. “Drop by at her house. When you don’t find her, you can then file a missing person.” Leah frowned, but deep down she knew he was right. She mumbled a thank you and left the station, the cool breeze blowing on her face. Leah had once tried to check up on Olivia with coffee the other day, but it happened that her mum called almost immediately. Family emergency. She only returned today, and she wasted no time to get to the station as she still hadn’t gotten a text or a

she whispers back, even as her head is bowed. A child is missing? Oh my goodness. My heart starts thumping loudly with guilt, as my conscience tears through it. “Which child?” I can't help but ask, although I'm still standing, staring back into Mother Roselyn’s fuming and unhappy eyes. “Leah. She came to your room last night and no one has heard from her since,” Sister Caroline whispers back. I take a step back on hearing that, almost staggering. Leah. The child I always sing a lullaby to, the one who loves it when I braid her hair. She's only a little girl. Who must have taken her?

Mate bonds did not simply disappear. Not true ones. Even broken bonds left scars. At least that was what the elders always taught us. Yet this morning, my body felt lighter. Freer. And somehow that frightened me more than suffering. I rose from the bed and walked toward the large windows overlooking Oakwood’s eastern cliffs. The forests beyond the kingdom stretched endlessly beneath the gray morning sky. Somewhere out there, Leah had vanished. No body. No remains. No proof, only silence. At first, I convinced myself she had died the moment she entered the wild. No rejected wolf survived long outside pack territory. Especially not alone.

"Oh, I'm playing. Now that you're not dying on me, I can afford to. Remember that rain check on the kiss? From breakfast?" "Tyler!" I swatted his hand away, but he caught it, holding it lightly. "Focus, please. Leah's been MIA, hanging at motels, bars. She could have been meeting rogues. Can you pull strings? Check pack borders or something?" He leaned in, his breath warm on my neck. "For you? Anything. But say please." I yanked my hand free, glaring. "Please, you insufferable ass." He laughed, a full and genuine one. "There she is. Fine, I'll make calls. My beta network owes me favors. Give me a few hours‐ I'll dig into rogue movements around Silver Haven."

“That towel incident was true. It was on the TMZ website. I was only in a towel when I walked out of the suite, but I did not hurt any women. I don’t want to tell you what happened because it’s not worth it. She cited that incident because there’s probably a footage online.” “I have a pretty good idea. Was that the same hotel we slept in?” “No. The other King Hotel.” He studied me briefly before asking, “For a moment, did you believe her?” I shook my head. “I trusted you when you told me not to trust her. I’ve met bitches like her. Their tactics don’t work on me anymore.” “Leah is gone.” Horrified, I stared at him. “What do you mean Leah is gone?” “They don’t know where she is right now. She