The Missing Series Novels & Stories

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

I was shocked to discover that he was gone, vanishing just quickly and mysteriously as he’d shown up in the first place. I squinted, peering through the dark spaces between the trees, but he was nowhere in sight. It was as if he’d just vanished into thin air. Who is he? I wondered. Where does he live? I’m such an idiot. I didn’t even get his name. Shaking my head at my foolishness, I walked to the back door and opened it.

And while sitting on the toilet bowl, my mind came up with more questions for my abductor. But I need to ask Magnus when he is going to bring me back to Nika's house. If Alex finds out that I vanished in the room in the middle of the night, he will go crazy thinking about me. Alex and Lyn just recently encountered a life-and-death situation, and my disappearance will cause them even more worries and anxiety. I need to go home! I need to convince Magnus to send me back home. When I left the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror on the dresser table and brushed my hair. That's when I noticed that the magical bracelet that Lyn gave me was missing from my wrist.

In my previous life, I didn't understand until the day I died that the so-called Family Bond Fund was nothing but a sham. They claimed they deposited three thousand dollars every month, but in reality, only days after the money went in, each of them would find an excuse to transfer it back out. Once the money left the account, it never came back. This time around, I was determined to expose every ugly truth in front of everyone.

"Show me." He placed the device on the desk and we both looked down as a short message appeared on the screen. “Help me find my three missing friends. They worked for Stephanie and now they're gone. Find them and I'll tell you everything. I'm certain she had something to do with their disappearance.” I stared at the message reading it twice and then a third time. Three men had gone missing, the number bothered me. Questions immediately formed. Why were there no missing-person reports? Why were there no family inquiries, investigations, records, witnesses or nothing?

I bet he won't show. Stung by Alan's relentless digs, Jessica, in a fit of defiance, grabbed the cellphone before her and called Elliot. He picked up quickly, and she did not waste a second. "Elliot! Come save me!" ... The voice that came through Elliot's phone shattered all my baseless hopes. Alan was still the same Alan, but the mystery of why he did not love me anymore in my new life... I just did not care to find out anymore. Elliot's voice dropped to an angry hiss on the other end of the line. "Jessica! You're ruining everything!

“It depends on how thoroughly they scrubbed the tape, but I haven’t met anyone who can keep me away from something.” “Great,” I told her, unlocking my rooms so we could head inside. “I’ll send you a file in a few minutes. There’s about four hours worth of footage missing, so if we can get that back, that would be great.” “I’ll see what I can do,” Kai said. “Can I ask what this is about?” I hesitated for a second, but I knew I could trust Kai. “It’s Christian. He’s missing.” “Christian?” Kai sounded surprised. “Like, third heir to the Meridian Pack?”

“I mean if one of us disappears or goes silent, hearing this name means something’s gone wrong.” I laughed at how childish she sounded. But I still went along with it, thinking it through with her for a long time, and in the end, we settled on Fatcat Cook. Because the name sounded so ridiculous, no one would ever actually have it. In the entire world, only two people knew what the name Fatcat Cook meant. One was me. The other was Lena. And Lena had been missing for thirty-one days. She said she was going to Silverridge, in Valoria, for a few days.

A few seconds later, the girl from Unit 602, Demi, replied in the group chat: [It's mine!! My limited-edition Dior makeup set! It cost $200! I was literally about to go downstairs and grab it! How is it gone already?!] The chat instantly blew up again. [Another package missing??] [@management are you guys seriously not doing anything about this?] [Who keeps stealing people's stuff?] I messaged Demi privately and got straight to it.

At 2 p.m., I stood at the bank counter to report a lost debit card. I'd lost it the week before and hadn't gotten around to replacing it. Evie Reynolds, the teller, took my ID, pulled up my information, and suddenly paused. "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?" I froze. "What patent royalty payment?" She turned the screen toward me. I squinted at it for three seconds, my mind going blank.