The Gone Series Novels & Stories

HE spoke. “Boss! You need to come to the office right now! There is a piece of bad news.” Said Jeremy in a hasty tone. “Where do I sit?” Asked Issac as he got off the bed. “The StrongHold Construction...It went bankrupt!” HE completed it. “What?! What nonsense are you talking about?” Issac felt like his heart had jumped out of his chest. “Everything was okay until yesterday!” “Boss, I have no idea what happened! Please hurry back to the office.” Jermy sounded worried.

Revenge Gone Wrong The house was so noisy. Marco was throwing a party. Everywhere they were women clad in bikinis and some even topless everywhere and some men she had not seen before. The women looked prettier and sexier than she was. When she came down in her own bikini, Marco had embarrassed in front of them all making it seem like she was a child and sent her upstairs. She had been so hurt at the way he spoke to her. He was not really different from Ricardo. They always had an issue with her.

The more opportunistic reporters had begun livestreaming. Zack looked at me in a panic. “She’s lost her mind. Those chat records must be fake! Someone, get her out of here!” I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, a man pushed through the circle of reporters and suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me. It was Mr. Benson.

It was the most disconcerting thing and yet it felt as normal and in place as a puzzle piece. He hesistated for a few seconds but then after probably a great internal battle, his hands slowly found their way to my lower back and that was when I truly, fully broke. My father was dead. My rock. The one person who had always been there for me was dead. He smelt of travel and a light hint of some exquisite perfume. His vampire scent was sophisticated. Like expensive leather in a forest that rain had just fallen in. Definitely noble. Pure blooded vampires always had a sophisticated scent to them. Turned had a less sophisticated scent and children of turned had an even diluted scent. Similar to th

“I told you to get out. “You’re the reason Eve is gone.” Molly looked at him in disbelief. “Are you putting this on me? “It was your choice to come to Slandsdeca with me. “You said that it was the pact we made at eighteen. “You told me that Eve would never find out!” Molly’s voice was shrill amid her outburst. Everybody in the living room heard her. Jordan turned deathly pale. Leaning over, Ben spotted the laptop sitting on the edge of the coffee table. The computer hadn’t been shut down.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

He gazed at me with a complicated look on his face. "Why can't you understand, Emily? Our relationship is already unsalvageable." I looked down at the ring. Silver light reflected a slightly blurred pattern carved into the ring. It was the wolf spirit totem Jayden and I had once seen in the northern forest. That year, he'd just broken up with Lina and was behaving like a soulless wolf. Jacob sought me out and told me that Jayden might not survive until the next full moon. I was afraid that he really wouldn't make it, so I tried everything I could to keep him company.

Easy to sink millions into one and make it vanish. Daxton planted his mistress smack in the middle of the project to work around the three-party oversight. No bank checks. No flags. He wanted to bleed me dry and call it "marital spending," so I'd have no legal leg to stand on. Too bad he banked on Mona being smart. She didn't even try to make the numbers look real. Those prices were laughable. Did she think I was an idiot? Maybe all those years abroad fried her brain. Mona huffed. "Can you hurry it up? That old hag's stuck abroad for at least two or three months. I've got a trip lined up with Daxton."

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

"I hope you're not lying. Because if you are, I won't forgive you. There are surveillance cameras at home. We'll check the footage and get to the bottom of this." Without another word, he turned and strode away. Sophie moved after him. "Sure, if there's footage, all the better. It'll prove I wasn't part of what happened that night. Zeke, you've got to believe me." Sophie was no fool. That night, she had deliberately severed the surveillance camera. No footage would help him find the truth. Yet when they returned home, something caught her eye. Hidden just beside the spot where the original surveillance camera once stood, several new cameras gleamed in quiet vigilance.