The Lost Causes Book Novels & Stories

He was always uncomfortable talking about his work, and specifically the money he made from it; it felt too much like bragging. “You working on anything now?” Bias asked. “Yeah, I’m about two thirds of the way through a new book called Disappearing Act.” “What’s it about? Or is that top secret information?” “No, it’s actually a historical piece about the Lost Colony of Roanoke and what might have actually happened to them.” Bias’s shoulders slumped a little. “Oh, interesting.” “You don’t like it?” “It’s not that, seriously that’s a cool idea, it’s just . . . well, I was sure you would be writing something about your house.”

he said, "never thought we'd meet again." It was Pate, Bertrand's former business partner. Years ago, he betrayed Bertrand by selling confidential company documents to a competitor for money. I had uncovered the scheme in time and saved Bertrand's company. But that only made us targets of Pate's vengeance. We had nearly died because of it. "What do you want?" I asked coldly. "Oh, nothing much," he said. "Just a little game with Bertrand." He pulled out his phone and made a call.

Out of nowhere, I say, “I’m curious about…the lost heirs.” “Pff. Probably some dumb kids that got lost in the woods or something,” he says, and adds, “I think all the answers we need to know about our… distant relatives are all in that house. Even though it’s not on display, they have to have a storage unit where they keep all their albums and whatnots.” I nod and turn my eyes back to the manor, a mischievous look infringing on my expression. “Race you back?” I grip the reins readily.

"Ready?" I nodded, and together we headed out the door. After the attack, the man who stabbed Samson was arrested and jailed, awaiting trial. During questioning, he admitted he had acted out of unbearable grief over losing his loved one. It was a reckless impulse that led to tragedy. I could understand his pain, but I could never accept such a reckless act. Because of it, Samson lost his life in a foreign land. I contacted Mr. Sylvester of the Leslie household. He was so shaken by the news that he could barely stand, but he still did his best to handle Samson's affairs.

He showed me nothing but respect and support, celebrating every success and pulling me into a warm hug whenever I was worn out. With him, I felt a kind of peace and happiness I'd never known before. We rarely talked about the past, but every so often, Lily would mention news about Tristan and Winnie. After Tristan had her dumped in the red-light district, Winnie endured a period that was nothing short of a living hell. In time, she managed to offend someone she shouldn't. Her legs were broken, and she vanished for good. Tristan, too, paid a steep price. Losing me, the former head of intelligence, together with the blow of the Winnie affair, left the Spallones severely weakened.

NORA POV The only thing keeping me here was my son. If Liam weren’t burning up with a fever back at the hospital, I would have torn off this ridiculous, tight black uniform vest and walked out the door the second I arrived. But instead, I stood at the edge of the room, holding a silver tray of champagne flutes with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. My friend Sarah had practically begged me on her knees to cover this shift for her. I had been so desperate to make extra cash that I hadn't even asked details about the event. All I knew was that it was a wedding.

No negotiation, no reframing, no counter-proposal. I looked at him. “Okay?” I repeated. “Yes.” He held my gaze. “I’ll go.” I picked the book up and turned it over in my hands and looked at the cover and thought about the boy who had failed his business law exam and hidden it from everyone and the man sitting across from me who was slowly, haltingly, learning that hiding things didn’t make them smaller. It just made you carry them alone. “Good,” I said. And for the first time in a long time I meant something by it.

Sorry. I've lost track of this story and am putting it on hold for now. maybe I'll come back to it at some point.

Where did they all come from? "Laina! Come here!" I hear Hazel yell from the opposite corner of the room. Walking over, I see her staring at several older books that look like they contain some official manuscripts. There are no titles on the books so without opening them up I have no way of knowing what is in them. Hazel is holding onto one with tears in her eyes. "What is all of this? What is that one that you are holding?" I ask her confused.