Missing Pieces Twilight Novels & Stories

The warm liquid tasted of metal and burned her throat. Nate’s eyes fluttered open, she saw the blurred outline of a face. “You are mine now,” it said. He released her, Nate dropped to the floor with a thump. The man, the shadow, was gone. Nate’s hand reached for her throbbing neck, she felt two small punctures in her skin. This is when the real pain started.

Reid asks, glancing at Dawson. “Yes, thank Selene,” Dawson replies. “I triple checked. The only one unaccounted for is Dominic.” We fall quiet again, surveying the damage as tires crunch on the gravel behind us, signaling the other two vehicles from Crescent Lake arriving and parking. Haven’s eyes widen as she exits the vehicle, and she surveys the damage. Even Wesley’s facade cracks, expression pained, and I know he’s thinking this could have just as easily been his pack. They join us, standing between us and Dawson and Blake, Wesley pulling Haven into his side. She glances at me and reaches her hand out, and I take it without hesitation, grateful for the lifeline of her comforting aura.

The files screamed as she cranked the handle. Rust and old grease protested the intrusion, the screech echoing like a dying animal in the Sub-Level 3 tomb. Lina ignored the noise. She pulled drawer 404. Inside, the missing piece of the manifest sat in a clean plastic sleeve—Thorne’s last middle finger to the city. She laid the two halves together on the cold steel. The fibers locked. It was whole. Lina’s flashlight beam trembled. It wasn't Dominic. It wasn't the old patriarch.

My parents reappeared, their faces stern, and without a word, they followed the crowd. I stood alone, surrounded by the silence of the abandoned hall. The once-joyful decorations now seemed mocking. My mind wandered to Henry, wondering what had driven him to crash my wedding, only to vanish into thin air. Thoughts swirled in my head, with a mixture of confusion and guilt. We were supposed to be together, but I had broken his heart, choosing an arranged marriage over our love. The memory stung, and I hesitated, my fingers hovering over my phone to call him.

She needed to get the crystal pendant. But as she searched, she couldn't find it. Halsey asked, "Are you sure you left the pendant here?" Wendy was certain. "I put it right here. I don't misplace things. I know it was here. But now, it's gone." She searched again, but still no pendant. The crystal pendant was crucial. How could it have just disappeared? Glinda eyed Wendy with suspicion. "Do you think someone might have taken it?" Wendy froze. Suddenly, she remembered—Jessica had been in her apartment just a few days ago.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

he said calmly. She nodded as her head clipped the handle of the car door. “That makes sense.” She muttered to herself. “What makes sense?” He queried. She turned her gaze to him. “Don’t mind me. I bet, you will have to figure out who is behind all these.” He nodded solemnly. “Yes, we have to do that.” That was the last thing that they said to each other throughout the journey. Clarissa's mind was filled with so many thoughts. The nightmare showed werewolves' hearts being stripped away from their body. She was also a part of the coven.

And by this time, she was seeing dreams, too. I took my phone from the nightstand and opened G****e. Without thinking about anything, I searched for the McCoy siblings. Thousands of pictures came in front of me. Some were individual, some were all of them together; however, Lyra wasn’t any of them. I clicked one where Brain and Owen were standing while Viola was sitting on a chair in the middle of them. I gazed at the picture for a long time, then I looked at Lyra.

After this man left the scene, the fire thing happened as the alarm started ringing at the same time he entered the elevator. The fun thing is, he is nowhere to find. I am using all my resources after this man, still nothing, and now, like a dog, I am after this man, but he just disappeared in the smoke. I can’t find him or Nathan at all. This was all a plan, a long-decorated plan. Nathan was just waiting for the right time to execute the whole script, he got the perfect opportunity. I was in London, Viola in New York. Owen was busy with his personal life. All of us were a little sidetracked. He saw it and, bang hit it right on the spot without making any mistakes.

Twilight paused at the word love and suddenly looked for someone. Twilight's eyes roamed, before they landed on Jerald who was leaning on the wall, his mouth open and closed, and beside him was the teen girl named Nicky. They seem to be conversing, though Jerald wasn't laughing, he looked happy. Twilight couldn't believe how quickly it was for the youngsters click it off. She nudged Gracea beside her and pointed to the two. “Let him. He's growing. The girl looked mesmerized by him anyway.” The latter shrugged it off, making Twilight chuckle. They both have completely forgotten that the girl they talked about was the same girl they were extremely suspicious of earlier on.