The Missing Novel Novels & Stories

I got up to look for it, but it was clearly missing. Shit. I must have forgotten it at the cottage. There was a whole bookcase of novels I forgot, and just figured I forgot them for a reason. It was a healing book on how to bring someone from the dead, and I assumed that I would never have the skills nor the desire to learn how to do that.

I checked his browsing history, folders, and download records one by one until I opened the cache of a ticket booking app. My hand froze. One month ago. Tristan told me he was going to Northaven on a three-day business trip. I had even helped him pack his suitcase. But the booking record showed he hadn’t bought a ticket to Northaven. He had bought a ticket to Valoria, to the city of Silverridge. The departure time was one day earlier than Lena’s. The return time was two days after Lena went missing. The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. I quickly shut down the laptop, walked back to the living room, sat on the couch, and picked up my phone, pretending to scroll through videos.

But in Bryer’s chest, it was thunder, loud and chaotic and impossible to ignore. He shifted his weight, glanced down at the book again as if to reassure himself it was still real. The Sky Beneath Our Feet. That was the one. The out-of-print novel Raegan had mentioned weeks ago over lukewarm coffee and crumpled napkins at the diner down the street. He remembered the way she’d leaned forward as she talked, elbows on the table, hands moving animatedly like she was trying to pull the memory closer. She’d lit up, eyes bright, voice warming as she explained how she’d stumbled across a battered library copy in high school and had been chasing that feeling ever since.

Where’d they go? I remembered how it ended in the novel, but now everything was different and those girls - the girls from Noir Village weren’t even mentioned in Elaine’s novel. They were girls Elaine didn’t even know were missing, so... how could she find them? It was obvious... everything Elaine had discovered - it was part of Azrael’s plans. Parts that he allowed her to see, parts that would help her have Callisto at her feet and that pissed me off. My blood was practically boiling when I finally returned to the carriage.

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

My hands were shaking, and I almost dropped my phone on the floor. "Sis, are you still there?" Brother Alex asked. I cleared my throat. I have to inform my brother that Lauren is missing too, and we can't find her. I gripped the phone hard with my shaking fingers. "Bro, there is something you need to know. It's all about Lauren. She went missing while I was sleeping in my room for an afternoon nap. One of the servants saw her going to the garden at the back of the house, and when they checked on her there, she was nowhere to be found. We already checked the house from top to bottom. We can't find her! I'm so sorry..."

The Spark Beneath Her Silence The Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary was quiet in the early morning, not empty, but intentional. The halls pulsed with unspoken purpose, like a heart beating softly in prayer. Nova stood on the third floor of the archive library, her hand tracing the spine of a dusty book titled How Empires Remember. It was old, handwritten in places, and full of insights she’d read a dozen times, but today, it felt different. Something was shifting. In the air.

"Who on earth started those outrageous rumors? Look at Ms. Minnie's family, her husband and daughter are outstanding!" "She went missing for over 20 years. Upon her return, she still received such high regard from the Garrison family in addition to living a good life on her own too. That's remarkable." "Mindy Harrison? Is she the author of 'Seven Days?'" "It must be her! The top-selling mystery novelist!" "Oh my god, is it really her? My dad is always so busy, yet he has her novel on his desk." "Just by the fact that he's a graduate of Queenstone College proves that her husband is amazing too."

Gwen By the time breakfast ended, nobody had much of an appetite left. The atmosphere inside the villa had changed completely. A few days ago, we were chasing suspicions. Now we had evidence. Not enough to expose everyone. Not enough to understand the full scope of what happened. But enough to know that the missing years contained far more darkness than we originally believed. The notebook sat at the center of all of it. A simple black notebook. Nothing remarkable about it. Yet everyone seemed to orbit around its existence. Because it represented something precious. The truth. Or at least a piece of it.

Not even the man who wasn’t my mate but seemed to own my fate. I didn’t know if I sat there crying for minutes or hours. Time meant nothing anymore. Eventually, I forced myself up, walked into the room, and tucked myself into bed—where I stayed the entire day. The Next Morning Lazily, I moved around the room, trying to pack the last bag meant to contain the books from the shelf. As I dropped in the final book, I realised something was wrong. One was missing. The novel Professor Silas had gifted me when we were still on good terms.