The Vanished Novels & Stories

There was a pause on the other end before Oliver informed, "Mr. Hudson… Ms. Sloane has resigned." James couldn't believe his ears. "Find out where she went. Now," he ordered. "Sure, Mr. Hudson." James hung up and rushed home, still clinging to blind hope. "Celeste? Naomi?" Finally, the glimmer of hope in his eyes faded. The living room was empty. There was no sign of Naomi bustling in the kitchen, no hot food on the table, and no tiny figure running down the stairs. At that moment, it hit him. He had already gotten used to their presence without realizing it.

I’m the best art forger and intel specialist in Chicago. And I fell for the man who owned it all, Don Vincenzo Russo. For ten years, I was his secret, his weapon, and his woman. I built his empire from the shadows. I thought I’d get a ring. After all, every night he was in this city, he was buried inside me, taking his pleasure. He’d whisper that I was his, that no one else felt this good. But this time, after he was finished with me, he announced he was marrying the Russian Bratva princess, Katerina Petrov. That’s when I knew. I wasn’t his woman. I was just a body. For an alliance, for her, he sacrificed me. He left me to die. So I destroyed every piece of the life he gave me. I made one

Alexa The same balcony that father had fallen from ten years ago loomed over me. The same spot where they had claimed my father took his life. I can still picture his bloody, lifeless body on the compound waterfall that’s mounted below. It causes nausea to crawl up my throat. “You ungrateful brat, how dare you show up here?!” A lady with a bulb hairstyle just like mine, fair and pale skin tone just like mine, height a little taller than mine, marched up to me with obvious fury written all over her face.

Billie asked "What are you talking about?" Sarah.J asked and immediatly Lane came from no where and met us "Lane!" Billie esclaimed "Billie.. Adrian" Lane said "What are you doing here?" Adrian asked And Lane looked ahead..saying "I came here to give y'all a warning" "How is it..that you can see those people?" Billie asked and he froze "I'm not their target. Y'all are. They knew y'all will be coming now.. So they made themselves invisible.

“The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.” Lucian's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, he barked, “Elise—your summons. Hand it over.”

He couldn't think of anything at all. He got up and walked over to the table for a glass of water. But when he picked up the flask, it was completely empty. A knot began to form between his brows. Whenever he used to reach for his cup, the water inside had always been at just the perfect temperature. Then it hit him—I wasn't there anymore. Just as he was about to call for Bill, Katrina's cries echoed from downstairs. Ethan quickly materialized in Katrina's room. Inside was a mess, while she lay limp on the floor, her body covered in red rashes.

It is too unique to be anyone else's. Picking it up, I feel her warmth still present along the soft metal as I close my fist around it and push open the door leading outside. Looking left and right, there's no sign of her. She vanished like a ghost. Vanessa. "Bring up the cameras on the Debrassy's back exit," I holler through my connection to BLACKEAGLE headquarters and RoseThorne Tech "My wife has been kidnapped." "Sir," Katelyn's voice rings through a moment later holding the almost robotic cadence that signals her intense focus. "We have sights on a white van, heading West towards Manhattan."

"I promise you, Sylvia will give it back. In the meantime, go pick out another—something more expensive. I'll buy it for you." I didn't answer. Instead, I quietly picked up the divorce papers, slightly crumpled under the cake box, and handed them to him. "It doesn't matter anymore. Aaron, can you sign this?" He instinctively took the folder, puzzled even before opening it. "What is this?" he asked. "It's a div—" Before I could finish, his phone rang. It was a call from the hospital. "Hello, are you Sylvia Blair's family? She just collapsed in the street and was brought in by a passerby."

Deborah slid into cover with us, Director Vance’s sidearm clenched in her pale fist, eyes darting everywhere. I looked up through the thinning smoke. Everything had shifted fast and gone bloody. Director Vance was down near the flames eating up the old boathouse, clutching a blood-soaked shoulder while his team stumbled back toward the ferry dock. Helen—my mother—had vanished into the woods during that first blast. Gone. But Victoria King stood her ground.

The cold air bit at her skin. But the real cold wasn't from the room—it was inside her. Deep in her heart, spreading like frost, numbing everything. And just like that, every tie to Scott snapped. From now on, they'd go their separate ways. When Vanessa woke up, the IV drip was in place. Her hand instinctively drifted to her stomach, pressing lightly. Flat. Empty. Was it really over? Her pale lips curved into the faintest smile.