Local Woman Missing Characters Novels & Stories

she opened the door to the room and allowed us entry. The woman was now in a light blue hospital gown, she laid awake staring into nothingness. She had been washed but she still looked undead. She did not look in our direction when we entered. "Her name is Catherine D'Amato according to what she provided and if all she says is correct, you might also have another missing person not yet found." "She said someone else is missing?" The older policeman's voice was pitched with surprise. "Yes, her daughter, Regina." The mention of my elder sister, my stomach lurched but could it still all be a coincidence? Not knowing was killing me.

Taking a deep breath I moved away from the door, and went towards the staircase, but I stopped hearing the noise of the door opening, I quickly turned around surprised, with a smile on my face even in the midst of pain, but this smile was taken away when in front of the door wearing only a sweater was the woman who accompanied him on Saturday: - Sorry... I didn't want to get in the way, I was just leaving. - No... Wait, Hard and I don't have anything, I'm just hiding here... - The woman said to me in a frightened tone, as if she saw in me some hope. - Hard has been missing for two days, I don't know where he is, and I can't find him. - How? - she said in a frightened tone. - There aren't any

That said, when Jared got closer to the woman, who looked exactly the same as Gwen from behind, he heard her speaking in a completely different voice, “Zach, have you seen Lou?” Her voice was slightly husky, and her tone was rather deep, which made her sound more like a mature woman, but she definitely did not sound like the soft and gentle Gwen. Jared halted at that moment. He watched with a complicated look when the woman held hands with a man, who was surprised. “Lou’s missing? Oh god, how could it be?” The woman was distressed. “I have no idea either. I was just having some cheese while I watched two people argue over there, and she somehow just disappeared.”

Nobody moved. The hall was quiet, except for the remote beeping of a monitor and the hectic Murmel the security people at the other end. But there was nothing for me. Just this woman. Helena Ward. It stood under the flickering emergency light, the black coat tightly pulled around it, and saw Noah Carter as missing every day of his life. Noah said nothing. He couldn't. I saw it on his face. All he had just experienced was too much. But this one sentence had

His face lost all color. “What?” He didn’t answer. I stepped closer. What happened? Silence. Then another message arrived. This time I saw enough. Just enough. Three words. She’s missing. The air left my lungs. “Who’s missing?” David looked horrified. “Mira. “ WHO IS MISSING?” For several seconds he couldn’t speak. Then he whispered: “Sarah.” My stomach dropped. What happened? The room suddenly felt colder. Another text appeared. David read it. Something felt wrong. She keeps calling. Why was she calling him so desperately? David cursed under his breath and silenced the phone. A text message arrived almost immediately. I saw him read it. His face darkened. Not with fear. With frustration.

Curious and slightly wary, and entirely unaware that the woman standing ten feet away from her had once counted her fingers in a hospital room and memorised every one. "Mama," Luna said softly. She was looking at Isabella. I felt a sharp pain pierce my heart. Isabella held her closer and turned away without looking at me again, and Elias followed, and the man by the laptop pulled the drive and pocketed it, and within two minutes the warehouse was emptying of everyone except me and the still, silent figure in the wheelchair by the far wall. The door closed. I stood completely motionless until I heard the cars outside start and pull away.

After picking the photos and placing them into the box. Jhonia turned around and noticed a woman on the couch. She seems to be in a very ill state. Jhonia walked back and into the living room where the woman lay down on the couch she stepped to take a closer look at her, and noticed that her face has multiple scars here and there, the woman began opening her eyes. Kuwain has entered the house and walked past Orean and over to Jhonia, when he glances at the couch, he quickly looks at Jhonia but quickly glances back to the couch seeing a woman sitting up. "Huh? Mrs. Smith? ...What are you here?" Kuwain questions the ill woman and why she's there, she turns her attention to Kuwain but seems he

'' Charlotte was happy despite being unemployed and with a lot of debts on her shoulders, because since she gave birth she had never really gone out at night and this night she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest, in her head she said: ''Crossroads there goes Charlotte Ramirez.''

She said as she parted ways with Lewis to go check out the part of the hospital which were not in use yet, it will be a perfect place to hide since it wasn't nightfall yet, she looked around but didn't see any sign of her, after over twenty minutes of checking the empty part if the hospital she gave up and started walking back to the part that was in use, Liam still wasn't around, she expected him to follow behind her but he still wasn't here, maybe he decided to stay back when she didn't wait for him, she wanted him here, he could so much more than the rest of them, he was the one that knew the island more since he has been talking with the locals. "I should call him," She said making her w

She was betrayed by the people around her. She got out of the car and looked at the woman who was lying on the road. It was so dark in that area that only grasses could be seen on both sides of the road. Because there wasn't even a single pole there, only the car's headlights and the moon provided them light. It was, indeed, the ideal setting to end a war. "Elena, please.... don't do this," the woman said weakly. "Shut up!" she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at her.