Missing Piece Book Novels & Stories

Mia's POV Today’s lack of a call from Mayor Pippins is a good sign. A sign that I still have a job, and that I still can make things work here. I pray the heavens I can stay away from trouble from now on. There was a book missing. Samuel Richardson’s famous Pamela was nowhere to be found. I checked the library’s log online to see who had last checked it out, but to my surprise, it said the book had been returned two weeks ago. So where was it? I scoured the classical novels section, hoping it was just out of place.

And truth is stubborn. One notification stayed longer than the others. Peaches ❤️ The heart beside the name was quiet but loud. Diamond’s breathing slowed. Not panic. Just awareness. She stared at the screen. It lit again. Peaches ❤️: I miss you already. Already. Miss usually follows presence. Not friendship. Diamond’s fingers moved before fear could argue. She unlocked the phone. Not aggressively. Gently. Like someone opening a door they already knew would hurt. The chat opened.

He was watching her with the specific attention of someone who already had a theory and was giving her the chance to offer a different one. "It's armor," she said. "The handshake. The coat. The system." She looked down at the book in her hands — she'd been holding it this whole time without registering what it was. She turned it over. A Field Guide to Getting Lost. Of course. Of course, that was in this room. "I had my life very organized and then it wasn't and I've been rebuilding. Carefully." "I know." His voice was quiet. "I can see it."

Rachel said. "Not with the way he looks at me though, there's definitely affection in his eyes," Tasha said smiling bashfully. "Get over it girl" Rachel said and laughed out loudly. ** Jordan, Minx, Gabriel, and Oliver searched for the book all over the place but they didn't find it. "We've been looking all over, if it was here we would've found it already," Oliver said as they been searching for the book hopelessly for hours. "I know right, I'm starting to think that there's a puzzle embedded in the note she gave to me"

That and that none of them saw through my ruse of a ten-year-old girl at that time. Two cells held prisoners and I wondered what they were in for. They didn’t even glance at me as I silently tiptoed past them. How was I ever to find the stone when so much renovating had been done? It was possible Queen Lamia, Hunji, and even Travis had already found the stone and it was no longer in MacTire’s castle. I sigh as I come to the last corridor. Empty. And no sign of a hidden passageway or anything to indicate a hidden item would be stored down here. This is as far as I had always gone. The end of the line.

The silence, broken only by the mournful chirping of crickets, felt thick and unnatural. I circled the wreckage, my gaze scanning every detail, searching for anything out of place. A flicker of movement caught my eye – a glint of metal half-buried in the soft earth beside a shattered wheel. Hope, a tiny ember, ignited within me. Could this be a clue? Kneeling down, I carefully brushed away the dirt, revealing a small, leather-bound book. My pulse quickened. This wasn’t something that would have belonged to the Duke or Duchess. This was something Spencer had dropped in his haste.

“What about it?” “The Reflection Game,” Anna said, her voice quickening. “What if it’s still here? What if… it’s not done with us yet?” Ryan frowned. “That book disappeared the night we woke up in the hospital. The doctors, the staff—no one found it. It’s gone.” “Maybe not,” Anna insisted. “Books don’t just vanish. What if it’s still in the library, waiting for someone else to find it?” Mia’s face went pale. “You’re saying it could happen to someone else? That we weren’t the only ones?”

I asked looking around and finally noticing what was out of place. "Why would I be messing with your stupid books? " Asked Hayden taking a seat in a singular chair staring up at me. "I have to ask though, why the hell would you buy Belle a book about the three little pigs?" My jaw grew tense as I leaned against my desk running my hand on the words I'd written the last time I had gone through the book. There was no mention of Yuuki anywhere. None. As if Victoria only just came into existence. No past. Something was definitely not adding up.

It smelled of rank B&O and stale fries. When he got to his feet, he was a little dizzy, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He had found some old books and a few blades stain with what looked like blood. He started digging around on the desk hoping to find something, but he didn’t know what. That is when he came across an old leather-bound book with strange writing across it. He saw the pictures of a crystal cross that had emeralds lined down the middle. Well, that helped Thomas understand why the cross ended up being very important but why did he have a piece of it?

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.