The Vanished Novels & Stories

The second those words left my mouth, two officers stepped out of the elevator. They looked straight at me. "Chloe Sanders, regarding Lily Walton's disappearance, we need you to cooperate with our investigation." I frowned but still invited the two officers into my home. Once seated on the couch, the older officer fixed me with a sharp look. "Chloe, are you really telling me you have no idea where Lily is?" I rolled my eyes internally, exhausted beyond words. From yesterday until now, I'd been asked the same question over and over again. I explained everything from start to finish.

Vincenzo… He hesitated but ultimately stayed at home. "Got it." My voice was steady, almost flat, but tears came without warning anyway. I knew it. I'd lost the gamble. "Stick to the plan." I hung up, letting the "abductors" steer me into a van parked by the curb. We headed straight toward the abandoned docks on the edge of town. There, I took the vial of chicken blood Giuseppe had prepared and smeared it on my silk scarf. Then, I tossed it into the churning sea.

"All I want is for us to dissolve our bond and go our separate ways after that." "No way!" Callum looked stormy. "Let me make this clear for you, Ayla. We are not dissolving the bond. You will never get rid of me in this lifetime!" "Is this fun for you, Callum?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "My daughter's gone missing, and my mom's dead. I've lost everything. How much longer do you want to keep me trapped?" Callum stared at me. He opened his mouth, but words seemingly evaded him. This was the first time he saw complete desperation in my eyes, and it made him inexplicably anxious.

I watched from the couch, confused, my mug of tea untouched and cold in my hand. The Woman who stepped in looked like someone who belonged on the cover of a luxury Magazine. Clipboard. Pearls. Glossy red Lips that curved with effortless command. “Good Afternoon,Mrs Johnson. I'm Vanessa, service manager of the Vogue gallery”. Mrs Johnson. The name still sounded foreign, like someone else's fairytale. Like something I had borrowed, not earned. Before I could react, She gave a polite nod and turned slightly towards the door.

Vanishes. It's as if someone has taken a pair of supernatural scissors and severed the golden thread that connects my soul to hers, leaving behind nothing but a gaping wound where her presence used to be. The absence hits me with such force that I actually gasp out loud, my hand flying to my chest as if I could somehow physically locate the missing piece of myself. "Mr. Van Allen?" Mr. Robertson's voice cuts through my panic, drawing the attention of every student in the classroom to my obvious distress. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

They were thicker than fog and didn’t look normal. My eyes stung and I coughed. My heart was pounding. “Jake!” I saw her body through the haze. It flickered. Too sharp at the edges, too thin. She vanished, like nothing I’d ever seen before, as if she was never there in the first place The smoke cleared and she was gone. Jake’s growl vibrated in the air, deep and angry, Griffin bleeding through his voice. Marcus cursed under his breath, staring at the open space where the woman had been.

She was behaving restlessly as she could feel that her father might be in some kind of danger because the suspicious-looking men made her doubts stronger! "Let me see!" The Senior Officer spoke with some tech officers who were observing the screens. They followed the van in some footage. But at a point, they lost it as if it vanished in the air! Eleanor was observing at the same time and it left her surprised. "There wasn't even a tunnel…." Eleanor murmured while thinking about the suddenly vanished van. She was dumbfounded and her heart skipped a beat in fear. "But there's a possibility!" The Senior Officer had a serious look on his face.

she had said. In a sudden and shocking move, Horann had dragged Carine round in front of her and put something sharp to her neck. “She dies if you make a move,” the thing at her back said. The one who seemed to be in charge nodded to one of the others, who, to Carine’s utter shock, had simply faded from existence. He reappeared half a minute later, whole and there once more. Can Vanadine do that? She had wondered oddly. “We are to allow it access,” the vanishing Elf had told his superior.

If anything, it felt stronger now, because I finally knew just how much he'd been hiding. We ended up curled together on his couch again, our foreheads pressed together as we caught our breath. For a few seconds, everything felt quiet. Then his phone lit up on the counter, bright enough that we both noticed. It was a headline. A photo of us leaving the club that first night, grainy but still unmistakably us. Underneath it was a question mark followed by his name. Who is Rowan Archer's mystery girl — and is she about to cost him his season?

Yet somehow, Project Helios continued. "Claire." "Yes, Ms. Carter?" "I need everything we have on James Clarke." Claire hesitated. “Most records disappeared after he left Carter Holdings." Elena looked up sharply. “They disappeared?" Claire nodded. “As if someone erased him." Vanessa closed her eyes because erasure felt familiar. Her mother had done the same thing. No photographs displayed. No stories shared. No explanations given. James Anderson had become a ghost while still alive. MARCUS Marcus sat alone in his apartment. The city lights reflected across the study windows. His phone buzzed. Elena.