The Lady Vanishes Review Novels & Stories

Her head grew heavy, and she couldn’t help but drift off to sleep. She didn't notice the dark glance that flickered past in the rearview mirror. When she felt a chill and gradually woke up, she realized the car had taken an unfamiliar route, clearly not headed home. A wave of cold sweat broke out on Vanessa’s skin. She carefully asked, "Um, Mr. Land, did you take a wrong turn?" Mr. Land ignored her, continuing to drive. The feeling of unease in Vanessa's heart intensified. She checked her phone and saw several missed calls. Glancing at the app, she noticed that the previous ride request had been automatically canceled.

It's almost midnight as I head back to the motel, the moon is full and high in the sky, the motel is small and disgusting, I've heard these kinds referred to as a flea bag motel, never really understood why. The motel is surrounded by trees and bushes, perfect to blend in, suddenly I realise the familiar scent of tobacco and rum has faded, "oh shit no" I say to myself before sneaking around the back of the motel. I squeeze through the bathroom window this idiot left open, and quietly peek into the room. FUCK!!!....He's gone. TANSIA POV I've been running for days now, but it feels like weeks, I have to keep moving, I have to get away.

He looked scary, like a monster about to devour it's prey. I felt the slap before I saw it. It cut across one corner of my face to the other and I lost balance and fell. Before I could say "jack," he was done. His retreating figure moving so fast as if in a hurry.I didn't care about the ruining my mascara and Catherine's hardwork. I let the tears flow freely and didn't for one moment bother to pick myself up from where I was sprawled on the floor. A group of ladies walked by me, they were whispering things I could barely hear and their mocking laughter trailed behind them as they walked passed me. I was already blaming myself for my lack of discipline which contributed greatly to this partic

She tipped over and passed out right on the curb. Holy crap! Talk about the universe handing me an opportunity! Coming here tonight was totally worth it—I'd actually scored a beautiful woman. It was now 2:00 am. I looked around and didn't see anyone. Mustering my courage, I slowly approached the beautiful woman.

Yet she had made it a weapon to attack me. “What era are we in,” I lifted my eyes, my voice calm and unhurried, “that you still judge people by their looks? Your perspective is rather small.” After her disturbance, I lost all interest in choosing wine. I turned and walked straight to the counter. “I’ll take this bottle. Ring it up.” The associate hesitated, visibly troubled. “Miss… this is one of the store’s rare reserves. We always prioritize VIP clients.” Lily grew even more smug. She pulled out a black-and-gold card and slapped it heavily on the counter. “VIP status requires an annual spend of one million dollars. A pauper like you—who are you trying to impress?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips brushing lightly along the side of his face. In the past, their chemistry had been an unspoken understanding between them. But now, noticing Selena's poorly trimmed nails, Evan suddenly felt a flicker of discomfort. Shifting away from her touch, he straightened up and opened the document. He had only read one page when his brows drew together tightly. Aside from the formatting, the content was practically a mess. Moonleaf was even being mistaken for wolfsbane. Evan slammed the document down onto the table. His voice was cold when he asked, "Who prepared this report? Do they not even have a basic understanding of herbal medicine? A report l

Thankfully, it was sealed so well that she couldn't open it without ripping the entire thing apart, and so she didn't have to make the decision of looking into it, but that didn't stop her from obsessing about it. The place was forty minutes away, and she arrived at exactly 7:30 pm. The neon lights of the car wash flickered as she pulled up to the entrance, and her heart raced faster than the engine. She barely glanced at the sign offering basic washes and deluxe waxes—this place was about more than just cleaning cars. She rolled the window down slightly, enough for the attendant to ask, “Which one?” “Uh, the basic,” Susan managed, her voice shaking. The man nodded, uninterested, and waved h

We tore through the gap, the side panels of the van scraping against the brick wall of the warehouse with a shower of yellow sparks. "Are they coming?" Clara screamed from the back seat. She was holding onto the steel frame of her gurney as the van bounced over the rough train tracks. I looked into the side mirror. Director Vance was standing in the middle of the street, illuminated by the white high beams. She wasn't running to her car. She wasn't yelling at her agents. She was just standing there, her gun lowered to her side, watching us disappear into the gray wall of fog. "No," I said, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "She’s running out of time."

She knew it might not be right, but the urge to unlock it was overwhelming. Taking a deep breath, she carefully unlocked the box, ensuring to memorize the position of each item, silently promising to leave no trace of her intrusion. Vivian glanced back at Louis, ensuring he was still lost in his dreams, before allowing herself to delve into his secrets. Her eyes widened with curiosity as she discovered a series of photographs, each featuring a beautiful girl with lustrous golden hair, a face sprinkled with freckles, and ocean-deep eyes. Her hands trembled as she delicately held the photograph, her gaze locked onto the face staring back at her - a hauntingly familiar face, etched with the dis

I’m the best art forger and intel specialist in Chicago. And I fell for the man who owned it all, Don Vincenzo Russo. For ten years, I was his secret, his weapon, and his woman. I built his empire from the shadows. I thought I’d get a ring. After all, every night he was in this city, he was buried inside me, taking his pleasure. He’d whisper that I was his, that no one else felt this good. But this time, after he was finished with me, he announced he was marrying the Russian Bratva princess, Katerina Petrov. That’s when I knew. I wasn’t his woman. I was just a body. For an alliance, for her, he sacrificed me. He left me to die. So I destroyed every piece of the life he gave me. I made one