The Gone Series Novels & Stories

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

I turned to Nathan and said awkwardly, "Sorry, Mr. Granger. I used you." He slid his hands into his pockets and smiled. "Well, since you've already used me, Ms. Salsbury, you might as well go all the way." There was a hotel just a few blocks away. Harvey showed up about thirty minutes later, soaked to the bone. His hands trembled as he passed me the things I'd told him to buy. "Jenna, do you really have to get back at me like this?" I took them from him and sneered. "Get lost. You make me sick."

His friends were angry on his behalf. "We thought you would be doing well after leaving Howard. Who would have thought that you'd end up being a cleaner?" "That's right. If it weren't for Howard helping you, you were destined to end up being a cleaner anyway. This is what you get for running away!" Howard furrowed his brows, seemingly affected by the comments. "Nina, how have you been the past eight years?" I clutched the red safety vest on me, feeling a sudden wave of emotions. After leaving Howard, I lived in the draftiest of basements, drinking the dregs of others' meals, and laid on the operating table feeling desolate and uncared for.

She waited and waited, but when I did not appear, her patience snapped. "Where's Matthew?" she snarled, glaring at dad. "Where is he, you old fool? Bring him out! "Still playing games, even now?" she seethed. "You dragged your whole family into this, and all for what? I'm here. So where's he hiding?" Dad stood by my grave, his shoulders slumped and his eyes brimming with sorrow. His voice trembled. "I told you… he's gone. We buried him here, right here."

Like the adage says, there is no rest for the wicked. Not even in his own house. Or his office. Andrei markos. The multibillionaire who thinks the world should crawl at his feet if he so much as take a breath. He was good at taking charge_I could give him that, but now I wanted to end it all. I would get everything if he was dead anyway. I guess it's the perks of being married. To say a man like him, was deadly allergic to garlic was hilarious. Got me thinking he might be a vampire after all since he was so cold-hearted and emotionless. I wonder if I place my ears against his chest, would I hear a beating heart? Or just emptiness.

Even the faint scent I used to leave behind had completely faded. Carlo found a crumpled piece of paper in the corner of an emptied drawer. It was an operative report, clearly documenting my miscarriage and what happened after. "Emergency abortion due to blunt abdominal trauma. Partial hysterectomy performed." Next to it was an ultrasound image. In the image, he could see a tiny shadow. Carlo's hands started to shake as memories of that night came crashing back. He recalled Serena's fake stumble, my scream, his forceful elbow strike, and the pool of blood on the ground.

The toll of prolonged domestic violence severely fractured her mental health, and when her son tragically died in an accident, she lost her remaining sanity, descending into complete madness. Following his bankruptcy, Brian had plummeted into total despair. He filled his days with nothing but alcohol and gambling, turning violently abusive toward Olivia during his frequent blackout rages. Eventually, he racked up astronomical gambling debts. When the loan sharks finally tracked him down to his dilapidated home and found nothing left of value to seize, they brutally broke his legs. No one could have ever predicted that the once-mighty Brian Stanton, a man who had stood at the pinnacle of high

"You can't take her home, Elina. She's a murderer." My mother was in disbelief upon hearing his statement. "What are you talking about? The murderer is Melissa! You got the wrong person!" "Melissa is dead. She killed her," Officer John said tiredly. My mother was stunned. Then, she slowly turned to look at him. "You hung up before I could finish my words," he continued. "Her DNA is different from both Angel's and Melissa’s. However, she shares 95 percent of her DNA with them. The killer is neither the real Angel nor Melissa. Eight years ago, did someone named Vanessa die in your family?"

"If we're breaking the bond, have Gianna come talk to me herself." He strode past the others, his boots thudding heavily against the floor. The entire wall shook when he slammed the bedroom door shut. Only when Jack stood with his back against the door did he realize how terrifyingly empty the room was. The wardrobe only held his warrior uniforms, and there wasn't a single strand of hair remaining on the vanity. Even my skincare products had vanished from the bathroom. Only a faint, lingering scent on the pillow proved I had ever been there. Jack huffed. "What is she even upset about?"

Our fingers moved skillfully across various instruments, each movement affecting everyone's nerves. It was not until we heard the "System Restored" alert that our colleagues erupted in cheers. Everyone hugged each other with expressions of immense relief. "It's done. Fault resolved," I said, letting out a long breath as I prepared to leave. Suddenly, my legs gave out. It felt like my body turned to cotton—numb, weightless, no control. Everything became blurry before my eyes, with only a buzzing roar in my ears. My consciousness gradually faded, and my last thought was, 'The data is safe.'