Vanishing Acts Novels & Stories

Candice told them that I'd been hurt so deeply that I would never bother with them again. Only then did they finally realize how cruel they had been toward me in the past. But it was too late. No amount of regret could ever make up for the hurt they'd brought me. Later on, I bought a bond-breaking potion from the healer and forcibly severed my mate bond with Ethan. To avoid being further harassed by the Volkovs, Candice and I went on a trip to the northern grasslands. The meadows there were breathtaking. While searching for new flower suppliers, we also took the time to enjoy ourselves.

I didn't need his brothers' help; I knew exactly what to do, and I was going to drag this out all damn day long. I set my phone up on the table and pulled my stylus pen out and turned the camera on. I then pulled my shirt over my head and took my bra off and my pants. I was left in a thong and then I began taking pictures with nothing showing but things were very provocative and I tried to make them sexy as hell. When I thought I had enough pictures for the day, I put my clothes back on and sat down and scrolled through them. Some were great, others I looked like a damn blob. Those got deleted immediately.

Tonight, the drivers are perfect shields, unaware that I’m darting through their shadows. Zoey would already be panicking. Filing reports, calling me endlessly. The police would wait twenty-four hours before they even started asking questions. I have time—but not much. Every step forward feels like rebellion. Every breath, a fragile victory. And then I feel it. A presence. Heavy. Too real to be imagined. Footsteps. Behind me. Too close. I don’t dare look. I sprint. Maybe it’s stupid to wear a heavy hoodie and a stuffed backpack, but I don’t care. I need to vanish. I tell myself I’m fast enough. I have a head start. That they won’t catch me.

They did not rule the world the way vampires did, through fear or spectacle. They did not need to. They shaped outcomes instead. They decided which players stayed standing and which ones quietly disappeared. Later, I learned the truth about my disappearance all those years ago. It had never been an accident. It was the result of a complex struggle over strategic resources, one that involved multiple factions operating both within and beyond legal boundaries. I had not been targeted for who I was, but for what I represented. A means of retaliation. My father wiped out the people responsible. Entire networks collapsed overnight. But by the time he reached the final link in the chain, I was al

There were no innocent victims or sincere brotherhood, just three people who became entangled with one another because of their own secrets and gains. One of them was a spoiled brat who spent extravagantly while being funded by a middle-aged businesswoman, while another was an obsessed man who resorted to self-harm for the sake of twisted beauty standards, and another was an overly supportive brother who lied and scammed for money repeatedly to repay the debt of his gambler elder brother. The three of them coordinated this act of going missing, while I was the perfect shield, which they pushed under the bus to attract all attention. As I listened to the police officer's explanation, I observ

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The I’ve-picked-my-target kind. Five minutes later, she “suddenly” clutched her stomach. “Oh no,” she gasped to her group. “I feel terrible. I can’t perform today.” Cue the overacted wince. Fake. So fake. Then one of her hench-clones turned toward me with a wide grin. “Hey, fatso. Could you be a total lifesaver and fill in for Sienna today? Just for today.” I blinked. “What?” “You don’t even have to act,” she added, sweetly condescending. “Just read the lines so we don’t fall behind.”

After my wife, Talia Rosenthal, becomes pregnant with her mentor's son, Lucas Hawthorne's, child, she asks me for a divorce. "We can get married after the baby's born. It's just for show, so don't read too much into it." To make matters worse, our daughter, Joyce Rosenthal, takes her side. "We need to repay those who help us. Besides, that's my mom's child too. Stop making things difficult for Mom, Dad." Instead of causing a scene like everyone expects, I nod quietly, swiftly finalize the divorce, and marry Sonya Silverstein, the woman who once saved my life. In my previous life, because I adamantly refuse to get a divorce, Talia and Joyce abandon me and leave for a distant land. I beco

I could say with certainty that I was the only one in the nation who could perform it with confidence. As for Cedric’s “successful” surgery, it was just smoke and mirrors. The moment her symptoms flare up again, she wouldn’t survive. He was desperate to shine in front of Mr. Burr, but he didn’t realize what it meant to play god with someone’s life. After sending Cedric off, Sydney finally came back to me. She looked irritated—a completely different person from the one who used the gentle tone with him moments ago. “I told you this would happen. But no, you just had to play the hero. Now that you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of the director, you can forget any chance of promotion.

Everyone stared in shock. Natalie looked at her hands and screamed. "No! Please! Help me! I don't want to disappear!" "Karma," Sonia whispered, frozen in place. "No! Don't let this happen!" Natalie cried, turning to Jason, then to Emily. "Please, Emily! Forgive me! I didn't mean it! Please! I don't want to vanish!" But it was too late. Her arms, her face, her legs-they were all slowly fading. Her voice started to echo like a ghost trapped in the wind.