Local Women Missing Novels & Stories

I was so deep in my thoughts that it took a few seconds to recognize the women's faces that flashed on the screen. The heavy weight of dread took over. They were all Skylar friends. Thirteen women from Tymon's precious harem whom I helped rescue from the same sex-slave hellhole in Montenegro. I turned up the volume just a little so the sound wouldn't reach Skylar's ears. The words on the news headlines state— Nine missing women found dead in their homes by suicide, while four are constantly missing. The blonde newscaster went on to further delve into the lives of these women, highlighting the facts that they had been missing for years and suddenly showed up seven months ago.

Snacks were served and as soon as the maids and guards left, we began. “In the past week, three girls have gone missing. Corinth Williams, Emily White and Lucy Connor. All teenages within the ages of fourteen to seventeen. According to what we gathered, they were last seen returning from school. There is a shortcut through the woods to get back to the pack and tat seems to be where they used and that was the last time they were seen. Their parents are in dismay, Luna. We’ve done the little we can but this doesn't seem to want to end. We need your help. We need you to step in on this, please.” “Hold on a minute, for how long has this been going on?”

I could not finish the sentence. "A serial killer?" Morrison said it for me. "Because that is what we are investigating now. Three missing women. All connected to Declan Westcott. All gone without explanation." "There has to be another reason. Another explanation." "Maybe. But until we find those women, until we have proof Declan is not responsible, he is staying in custody." She handed me her card again. "If you remember anything, anything at all that might help, call me. Immediately." They took statements for hours. By the time I was released, dawn was breaking over Manhattan.

her sobs grew louder. After thoroughly analyzing every piece of information I have gathered while I was on my stay at the Moonlight Pack and what Iris had confessed started to make sense. Tons of missing cases were hidden from public that has been going on for decades inside the Moonlight Pack. But what confused me is to know that all of the reported missing persons were females.

Carr was almost afraid to hear the answer at this point. "Three of the women have been reported as missing to their local police departments within the last two days. Eight others haven't been seen by their neighbors in the last day or two. We're not sure about most of the others, we're still checking. Steve did find two of them though, They both live in Lakeport. He's on his way back here with them. They were relieved to hear we'd help them. They were scared to death of Gary." "Carr, what do you think about the Wolf Moon? Think there's something significant about it?" Cole had been thinking about that for a while.

I smiled at him and then focused on the briefing. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen let’s get started. We have two new recruits today. Please welcome Ms. Wells and Ms. Sims.” The captain said and everyone turned and started to clap. Once we settled down the captain continued. “Okay settled down. So we have another missing woman. She is Misty Brown. Her picture is in front of you. She was last seen heading to Seattle late last night. Her car was found abandoned on the interstate about two hours ago. There were no signs of a struggle and no witnesses. This makes three women in the last two weeks. So look sharp out there. Now for assignments.” He rattled. off some names and where they would be workin

Liza’s footsteps crunched down the cobblestone. “Dominic, you overgrown toddler, guest house. Now.” “Fine,” I grumbled. “You win this time.” She sighed at chocolate-covered Aero and dragged us inside. After helping Alaric prepare the rooms, the restlessness became unbearable. Ninety missing females. Ages six to twenty-five. Taken without a trace. Something monstrous was hunting our kind. “I need to run,” I said. “Clear my head. That vision won’t leave me.” “Go,” Alaric nodded. “Guests arrive in eight hours. Your pack in thirty minutes.”

It was a nice gesture, one that helped calm the last of her tremors. “Grace, so many people are going missing, I’m sure you’ve seen the reports on TV. If you can tell us anything at all that will help lead to what has been going on, it will be appreciated.” Zander sighs, sliding into the booth next to me, finally realising that his pissy mood isn’t getting us anywhere. So far, between Charwood, Liverpool, and Riverview, about 100 people have gone missing. It’s a massive amount in the three months since the attack on the school. We’re getting desperate. We want to check over every other lead we can before we seek out the witches.

Jack asked, staring at her hesitantly. "Let's go." Now go home and do nothing, come and see if Vallie village is like the rumor. Jack took Marin's hand and pulled her into the police car. "I feel like this disappearance is a coincidence." "What do you mean by coincidence, can you tell me?"-Marin listened attentively to Jack. "Last week there were three people mysteriously missing, yesterday one more person today one person, according to reports four of them are female." "The fifth girl is missing in Vallie village, so the other four girls are also missing in Vallie village" - Marin raised the question she was wondering.

But for now, there were women who needed help. --- The hospital was a stark white building that smelled of antiseptic and exhaustion. Vivian sat in a hard plastic chair in the hallway, her mother beside her. They had been there for hours, watching as the rescued women were examined, treated, and questioned. One by one, the officers gathered their names, their ages, and fragments of their stories. Some had been missing for years. Their families had reported them missing. Search parties had been organized. Posters had been printed and distributed. But Richard's network had buried the evidence, silenced witnesses, and made sure the truth remained hidden.