Local Woman Missing Ending Novels & Stories

“I just need one day without a gun, without a camera, without someone calling my girlfriend a side chick or blaming Zia for loving wrong men.” Mira smiled and tilted Nia’s face toward hers. “Let’s start with one hour.” Their lips met softly. Not rushed. Not heavy. Just gentle—a grounding touch in the middle of chaos. Back in Edward’s boardroom, the old man leaned over Gabriel’s laptop. “The car left the estate,” Gabriel said. “Two men inside. One in the back. Small frame. Likely female. That’s our missing woman.” Edward closed his eyes, the lines on his face deepening.

she waved her hand like it was nothing, “There were so many missing people at that time, my file just got lost in a pile somewhere, I’m sure.” “So they never found you?” She shook her head as an answer. “Where can I find you?” She looked over at me with a blank look in her eyes, as if the light was draining from them in front of me. “No… wait! Come back! How do I stop him?!” I woke up on my side, covered with goosebumps from the cold concrete ground and the memory of my dream. Who was the woman? Was she really Dylan's mom? Did Dominic really kill her? Or am I just being paranoid and having messed-up dreams because of my hormones?

“Sex? Not really. But you, you are always on my mind.” My cheeks instantly reddened at his words, fighting off the butterflies that were fluttering in my belly. The sweet moment was instantly cut off when his phone rang. With a frown, he retracted one hand from holding me and pulled out his phone. The crease on his forehead deepened as he put his phone back in his pocket. “What is it?” I can’t help but ask, bothered by the troubled look that washed over his face. “Have you heard about the missing women?” he asked, stepping back a little as I nodded. “Victoria, the first one who went missing, was found floating yesterday in the lake.”

I don’t have the patience to wait for him to schmooze, not when there are lives on the line. With Riven and Killi on my tail, I approach a tall woman in a long skirt. She’s waiting in line at a bagel stand. She turns her gentle smile onto me. “Good morning! Here for a bagel? I’m hoping I didn’t miss the asiago bagels yet.” Her friendliness is refreshing. “I’m actually not here for bagels, ma’am. I’m here to ask questions. I need to know if anyone knows anything about the missing women.”

-------------------------------------------------------- Watching everybody slowly make their way back to the pack house made me feel horrible. Everyone lost someone. "Baby girl." Smiling at Gerardo I hugged him as he kissed my forehead and walked in the pack house. After making sure I was okay. Roberto, Mari, Adrian, Jackson and my mother shortly following after. Once everyone was in, I made my way to the woods where I saw the lady disappear to. Nobody knew who she was except for Caleb but he didn't have time to explain. Making sure to keep my footsteps light I followed the scent until it lead me to a clearing.

Just as I was about to knock, a luxury van pulled up in front of the house. Out stepped Hilary, holding Lily's hand. "Mommy, that's the bad man!" Lily spotted me and pointed straight at me. Ignoring the murderous glare Hilary shot me, I turned toward the villa's entrance. "Nick!" she shrieked behind me. "Haven't you had enough?! Didn't you promise to leave us alone?! Go away!" She grabbed Lily and moved to push me back, but just then, the iron gate opened. An older woman with graying temples walked out.

She held it out to me. "Once you’re ready, call this number. We’ll talk about the plan." I hesitated, then took the paper. I looked down at the scribbled digits, my mind racing. When I raised my head to ask her why she was doing this... what Yelena had done to her to deserve such a slow death... the aisle was empty. I spun around, looking toward the front of the store, then toward the storage area. The woman was gone. There was no sound of a door closing, no scent of her left in the air. Just the faint smell of ozone and the jar of manuka honey sitting forgotten on the shelf.

The woman begins to lament “She was a good girl, one of the best I've fostered. I told her not to work for the rich folks, but she doesn't listen.” I look back at the woman feeling a pang in my chest as tears roll down her eyes uncontrollably. She continues to lament “They fired her, framed her for stealing their things, now they've taken her away from me.” She breaks down, her body shuddering “What do I do now?” The young man from before comes in, consoling the woman as she sheds more tears. I bite my lower lip, suppressing the overwhelming sadness that threatens to cloud me. After a moment's silence for Gabbie's death, I make my way outside. As I approach the car, only one thought lingers

With a heavy heart, we said goodbye to the pack and set out on our journey. The journey to Alaric's lair was long and arduous. We faced many dangers along the way, but we persevered, our determination fueled by the memory of the woman who had saved us. When we finally reached the cave, we found it deserted. Alaric was gone, and there was no sign of the woman. We searched for hours, but it was no use. Alaric had vanished, leaving us with more questions than answers. We returned to the Crescent Moon pack, our hearts heavy with disappointment. We had failed to rescue the woman, and we still didn't know who she was or what had happened to her.

“But Rebecca didn't survive, Madam. The woman died instantly at the scene before the police arrived. Until now her body is still stored in the morgue because we didxfind any identity for Rebecca. The police are trying to find her family with Rebecca's haircut and blood samples." I smile. Thank God, the wild woman was dead. Too bad Kevin didn't follow him to hell. *** The chill started to pierce the bones. I shivered. I cursed myself for not heeding Lana's words, letting the good-natured girl get away from me who really needed attention. A gust of wind broke my daydream. That pine scent again. Jack .... "Need a hug, honey?" My blood boils hearing the whisper of the voice.