The Vanished Novels & Stories

I pushed through immediately. Left. Nothing. Right. A woman in a dark coat, wrong height, wrong presence. Another veil near the exit, ivory not white, and the woman beneath it was already outside. A figure in white near the shattered display cases, but the movement was wrong, the weight of the steps was wrong, and I knew before I reached her that it was not her. Gone. The word arrived and I refused it. She could not be gone. I had just held her. I had felt her heartbeat against my chest and heard her breathing and had my hand an inch from her face. She could not simply be gone because a crowd moved.

It didn't take long before a deathly silence descended upon the room. The lights were switched on again, revealing the empty spot between Tiffany and me. There was a slight indent on the couch where Rosalie had been sitting. It was still warm when I touched it. Rosalie's body heat hadn't even dissipated yet. Tiffany and I exchanged fearful glances. "Where's Rosalie?" Tiffany asked. Rosalie had disappeared from right under our noses. My teeth began to chatter as a wave of despair washed over me. The commenters were actually capable of making us disappear into thin air!

At noon, I returned to my workstation, ready to move everything out. Liam was the one who'd given me the asteroid ornament on my desk. He'd even sworn sincerely that I was his entire world back then. I smiled self-deprecatingly as I looked at the ornament. In the end, I still took it with me. Just as I was about to leave with the box of my belongings in my arms, Vivi suddenly walked into the office, looking anxious. "I'm sorry, everyone. I seem to have lost the necklace I was wearing today. Could I please ask all of you to cooperate for a routine inspection?" she asked.

"This user isn't accepting messages from people who aren't friends. Send a friend request to continue chatting." The glass shattered completely in Evan's hand, and the hangover tonic spilled across the floor. Frowning, he hurriedly opened the healing center's internal network and scrolled through the Apothecary Department list. He couldn't find me anywhere. Evan scanned through the hundreds of werewolves in the internal network, yet the familiar profile with the herb-leaf icon was nowhere to be found. He couldn't help but wonder if I had left the healing center's internal network but quickly discarded that thought. After all, there was no way I would leave the center's network when I hadn't

I shot up from the couch. “The fuck?” Nick was on his feet. “Vanessa, what did you see?”I looked around the room, my mouth gaping. “There was a man. He was right there, and then.”I glanced around the apartment once more. “And then he was just gone. He vanished.” A deep growl thrummed through Nick’s chest. “The Collectors.” i could feel the agitation and strain as Nick’s wolf fought to come forward. “No, I don’t think it was them.” Nick drew his brows in confusion. “Why do you say that?”

“Because deep down… you already know what you are.” Vivian’s voice dropped. “And what’s that?” Katherina’s gaze didn’t waver. “Someone who already lost… and is just too angry to admit it.” FAVINO PENTHOUSE – SAME TIME Amelia sat behind her desk, flipping through a thick file. Reports. Updates. Dead ends. Everything from Viktor Santos said the same thing—no trace of Vivian. No trace of Harrison. No trace of Katherina. It was like they had disappeared into thin air.

He pulled his hands back from me and with a blink of an eye, he vanished in the thin air. I was flabbergasted and rubbed my eyes and then again looked in the place where he had vanished. But it was not my dream,it was real. He did vanished in front of my eyes. But how was it possible? For a man to vanish like an alien or devil. Was he anyone of them?

“You think tonight was your victory.” Her lips curled into a dark smile. “But this is only the beginning.” She picked up her phone and dialed a number. A rough voice answered. “Yes?” Vanessa’s voice turned cold. “I have a job for you.” There was a pause. “What kind of job?” Vanessa’s smile widened. “Someone needs to disappear.” Silence filled the line. Then the man asked quietly, “Who?” Vanessa’s eyes darkened. “Sylvie Hart.” And far below the mansion… In the quiet garden… Two glowing eyes were still watching the house. Waiting.

Yet unwillingness gnawed at me, and I began to quietly follow him. After discovering that his so-called client meetings were actually visits to Ruby’s home, I had already been waiting for him to confront me. Hence, when he did not show up for our wedding rehearsal, I did not ask. When he texted me saying he was registering his marriage with Ruby, I did not object either. “Please move aside.” I had no interest in arguing with Ruby. I just wanted to leave. Just as Zach came out holding the first-aid kit, Ruby suddenly grabbed my hand and fell backward into a pile of shattered glass.

With a heart drumming with joy, I reached out to the file and opened it. I retrieved a white paper inside and stared at it , my gaze scanning on it, grasping the content. The smile on my face faltered, replaced with a deep frown. “Divorce agreement?" I looked up, my brow knotted as confusion flashed in my eyes. Maverick nodded gently and said. “Just like you see. Sign it. I'm quitting the marriage." He simply said, his words hanging in the air. It was as if everything around me froze.