Local Woman Missing Reviews Novels & Stories

" Terrified, Julian scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back. Nancy stood alone in the house that had not changed at all. Regret wrapped around her so tightly she could barely breathe. She had believed Julian brought excitement back into her life. She had convinced herself she no longer needed me. However, now, realizing that even the last bond between us had never truly existed, silent tears slipped down her cheeks. This was the first time since bringing Julian and Rory into the house that she had cried because she missed me. She urged her assistant again and again to find me. When she heard once more that there was still no trace of me, she finally broke. She smashed everything

However, as they were about to march towards the rental company space, they were suddenly attracted by a crying woman on the other side of the road. “What is happening over there?” Elowyn couldn’t help but ask, craning her neck to see properly. Bryssa narrowed her eyes as she looked at the crying woman and Lizzy tsked as she responded, “that woman ….. alas, what a pity! Apparently, her daughter is missing,” her tone laced with slight coldness which the other girls clearly heard. Upon hearing that Elowyn clenched her jaws as she looked at the woman without saying a word.

But I smiled. He understood. He then responded, “That is a baseless rumor, the project was built and no lives were lost.” The female reporter then stood up and asked, “What about the missing person report?” Missing person? “There was a woman in her forties who went missing from the site. Ten years ago.” “The case is already over. She worked at the site but eventually resigned. It was her last day that day. She said her son was sick and asked for a raise. More information about that will no longer be responded to.”

I’ve barely stepped out of the truck and opened the equipment compartment when a woman in a fuzzy pink robe rushes toward me, grabbing me by the front of my turnout coat. “Please…” Her eyes are wild, the fire reflecting in their depths. “I can’t find my mother. I-I…she’s older and moves slow. I was in a rush to get my kids out, but when I went back for her, she wasn’t in her bed.” Clement steps up beside me. “Did you check to see if she was being treated?” “She’s not. I’ve looked everywhere.” The woman presses a hand to her mouth and turns in a circle. “There’s no way she could have gotten out fast enough. Not without help…”

I asked as I walked through the wreckage. “For now over three hundred people have been reported missing. Over thirty are dead and many more are injured. We still don't have an accurate number.” My heart dropped to my stomach. I was furious. Who would dare orchestrate something like this. For what reason? “Who is that?” I asked, pointing to an old looking woman who seemed a little bit shaken up and unkept. “She is beloved to be an herbalist, a very powerful one.” “Herbalists or a witch?” I asked as I slowly made my way to her.

As I look through the menu, I decide to get a burger, done rare, and some water. I’m just about to place the order when I see a picture nailed to the wooden pillar next to me. It has a picture of a woman. One of the customers must have seen me looking at it, “That’s Regina Lorne, the missing woman.” “I’m sorry?” I give him a confused look. “Who?” The man is wearing a cowboy hat, “You know, that girl who went up the mountain and never returned. Her parents posted that up, thinking she’ll return. They’ll keep searching till the next one goes missing.”

Then, almost too calmly, she reached into her folder and pulled out a creased sheet of paper—laying it flat on the table. “You know,” she began, “Every year in New Mexico, more than four hundred women between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five go missing.” “Holly Molly!, That’s more than one girl a day.” Nevena gasped. Her eyes moved across the page. “Yes—” Breanna affirmed, flipping the page slowly. “You want to guess how many are successfully rescued?” Nevena didn’t answer, but Breanna continued anyway. “Zero.” Breanna slapped the folder shut. A beat of silence passed, heavy and suffocating.

The incident, shrouded in mystery and sorrow, has left the community grappling with questions and a deep sense of loss. Local authorities were alerted to the scene after a passerby made the grim discovery, sparking an immediate response by emergency personnel. Efforts to resuscitate the woman were sadly in vain, and it was soon confirmed that she had succumbed to the waters that now stand as a haunting testament to the tragic event. The circumstances surrounding the woman's presence at the water's edge remain unclear, and investigators are diligently working to piece together the puzzle of her final moments. With no identification on her person and no immediate witnesses, the case has left b

She already knew the answer, but wanted to keep up appearances. “Depends…what do you want?” The woman uncrossed her legs to reveal her nakedness underneath before covering up. The man and woman that were licking on her neck now moved to her exposed leg. Jasmine tried her best to not give in to the seduction the woman was trying to cast on her. “A pattern of missing girls were last scene here at your club, mind if I ask a couple of questions?” Jasmine looked around the club then. “Alone preferably.”

The words blurred together as my mind raced. Who was doing this? The city wasn’t perfect—it never had been—but this kind of organized chaos was different. It felt calculated, like someone was picking people out of a crowd and snatching them away. There were no patterns I could see, no clues to piece together. I chewed on my bottom lip, scrolling through the article again. A picture of a young woman stared back at me, her bright smile frozen in time. The caption read: *Missing since November 22.* She was around my age.