Missing Piece Book Novels & Stories

Sia stood there looking at him for a few moments and turned to me, shaking her head. “Do you know anything about it, Alex?’ “Are you talking about the book You were gripping when you fell asleep? I had kept it on the headstand near the bed.” “ I found it Alex but the page with the information is missing.” “How can it go missing? You were clutching it tightly when I came to search for you. Then, I placed it on the headstand. It is quite improbable that someone would come into our room and tear a page from it and leave. Why not take the whole book?”

She has seven picture books wedged against her body at a structural angle that cannot last, and it doesn’t — the bottom two slide free and she catches one with her elbow and loses the other entirely. “I need all of them,” she announces. “You can have three,” Melody says. Mia looks down at the floor, then at the stack, then at Melody with the expression of someone doing very serious triage. Leo picks up the fallen book and hands it back without being asked.

And then again, who was he leaving a message for? The questions made my head pound as I eyed everything in concentration. But then I saw it. I saw what I was looking for. Everything in the small library was neatly positioned, not a book out of place. But in the corner sat a shelf with a section that had nothing but encyclopedias. However, stuffed between a book was a small book--a novel maybe. It could've been overlooked by anyone, but since I was so observant, I didn't miss it.

This continued until butler Che knocked on the door. ''Young miss, you received a parcel.'' I was curious who would send me something. I doubted my friends from Scotland would do it, and I couldn't think for anyone from China. Opening it, I saw my phone and purse with an attached note. I tried to suppress the bad feeling growing in my chest.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let a tear fall. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I repeated. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I breathed out. More bullets were being shot, and I immediately wiped my tears away in determination to get out. I took another deep breath and looked around analyzing the room. I squinted my eyes and noticed to door was slightly open. "How the fuck is it open Shawn slammed it shut?" I asked myself. I then remembered the door bouncing back open because of a piece of foam slightly sitting in between the doorframe preventing it from closing.

Pieces of lives she didn’t live, but could step into for a moment if she wanted. She paused in front of a small sign taped crookedly to a shelf. Stories for the Lost. Her lips curved despite herself. “Fitting,” she murmured. She scanned the titles, her eyes catching on a worn paperback with a cracked spine. The cover was faded, a sunflower sketched in uneven lines across the front. It looked loved. The kind of book someone had carried with them through seasons of their life. She reached for it at the same moment another hand did.

The page numbers, they skip and it’s not by accident neither was it torn out because they were never written. Page twelve then…Page fifteen. Again. Twenty-three…….Twenty-six. Thirty-one……Thirty-four. It’s a fucking pattern. Every third page is missing. No, Not missing but hidden.My pulse quickens as I run my fingers gently along the edge of the paper. The pages feel thicker as if the two sheets have been pressed together. A slow smile spreads across my face as the puzzle begins to unlock in my head…. “There you are.”I murmur more to myself as I reach into the drawer beneath my desk and remove a small bottle filled with clear liquid.

I push inside and start searching. Nightstand first. Nothing but lip balm and an old phone charger. Under the mattress. Empty. Closet. Just clothes. I drop to my knees, check under the bed. Dust. Then I see the wooden crate in the corner. The books Madeline sent. They’re stacked neat except one that’s tilted sideways, like someone dropped it in a hurry. I crawl over, pull the tilted book out. Old leather cover. No title. I flip it open. Halfway in, big black letters jump out.

its a missing puzzle piece waiting to be found and when you do find it you can finally figure out the picture life has to show you. END!

This isn't even the worst thing that's happened to me here, yet it feels like the most invasive, like I was just offensively strip searched. "Did you find a note?" Caden asks from behind me, peering into my locker from above my head, trying to figure out what it is I found that has me so ashen and distraught. Well, in this case it's what I didn't find. "There's no note Caden." I sigh in dejectedly, my temples drumming st my temple suddenly presenting itself and hurting. "Then what's the pr......" "Your book is missing." I snap, cutting him off.