Missing Piece Book Novels & Stories

The missing piece to my mysterious past? But where the explanation should have been, there was only a jagged edge—the page had been torn out. “No,” I muttered, frantically turning to the next page, hoping for some continuation. Nothing. Just more artifacts with no connection to my necklace. I leafed through the entire book again, checking for loose pages or notes that might have fallen out. Nothing. Just that clean tear where the information should have been. Frustration bubbled up inside me. After years of wondering, the answers had been right at my fingertips—only to be snatched away by whoever had removed that crucial page.

Phobos pipes in telling me of his doubts about my accomplishment of his exercise. Grinding my teeth I claw on it and adding pressure to it has a piece pop up from the page. I startle dropping the book to the grass floor, caught off guard. Peering in I see fur peeking from underneath the piece. Time is running out. Taking a small breath I slowly tear the piece from the book. It comes off easily as if it was meant to whilst uncovering a small picture of four baby wild hares sleeping in a basket. There weren't merely four hares but eight.

MIA It took Magma and I five hours to search through the entire room from top to bottom, looking for the book. We found necklaces, diaries, and brooches. Everything apart from the boom. At some point, we took a break so we could refresh ourselves but we still couldn't find it. Magma was the only one who even knew what the book looked like so I was basically a blind man in all this. It didn't feel like I knew what I was doing.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

he replied smiling back. “Forget it. Right now…I have Varcolac to think about…” in a soft voice, “sorry.” She continued, “I have been reading this book for the last two hours now and nothing. It has nothing about his whereabouts so far. Just much history about Blood Moon and him…history that we are both familiar with,” she complained. “You should have known the minute I showed you the missing pages part. They are missing because someone did not want anyone reading them. Those are the ones you should be reading,” he suggested.

"I was looking for a necklace I saw in my tribal college book. Years ago, I discovered a similar necklace in my mother's jewelry box. I came earlier to look through her belongings in the storage unit but couldn't find the necklace. I believe it may be the answer to your soul's purpose. I wanted all the facts before coming to you because I knew you'd grill me." “See, we are related.” I laughed, trying to eliminate the tension between us. She forced a weak smile onto her pale face. "Did you bring the book? And this necklace you're referring to doesn't happen to be gold with a key attached, does it?" I wasn't sure if I was prepared to hear the response. "The strangest thing happened, I made sur

Abdullah asked. “Yes Sir.” replied Eliza. She doesn’t know what drama this is but based on the tension in the room, it is very private. The office is just 2 blocks away and she can reach it by foot. At least she had the presence of mind to go change first before coming here so she was wearing casual clothes and sandals enabling her to move swiftly. Who knows what could’ve happened if she was still wearing the dress and her heels, maybe fall flat on her face. That scenario made her chuckle earning her curious stares from the people walking in the park. The park was a faster route to the office. She knows it is an urgent matter so she hastened her steps arriving at the office in record time. S

Like it knew I had missed my chance. The book was gone. But I wasn’t giving up. I couldn’t. That book was the only thing that felt connected to everything strange that was happening to me. My dream. The white-haired woman. The silver flame on my finger. It wasn’t just a book—it was a clue. Maybe even a warning. And I needed it more than ever.

He just didn't want to give it to me. I turned and walked out of the jewelry store, stood at the end of the corridor, and texted my friend. "Book me a ticket to Deniro. I'm leaving the Blackstone pack." She replied quickly. "Are you sure?" I stared at the screen and typed back, "Yes." Ten minutes later, the flight information came through via text. Then I printed out the mate bond dissolution agreement and went into a coffee shop on the street. I ordered the bitterest black coffee they had.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto