Vanishing Acts Novels & Stories

Hints about leverage, about mafia ties, about a girl who climbed too fast and slept her way into protection. I had expected chaos. What I got was erasure. Every post disappeared within hours. Not flagged. Not argued with. Gone. Accounts vanished. IP traces wiped clean. One of the girls who helped me, the loud one who loved attention, did not show up to school the next day. By evening, her name was in the news for an unrelated crime involving stolen funds and falsified records. Her family’s business collapsed overnight. Unrelated. I laughed when I first saw it. A sharp, brittle sound.

“They dealt with arms for hire. Quiet jobs. Messy jobs. Some for a crime family down here.” “Still active?” I asked. “Very. He handles personal extraction contracts now.” I felt my jaw tighten. It was a term I hated more than any other in our world because it meant someone paid money to make a person vanish. There would be no questions or noise. They just vanished. When I returned to the suite, Victoria and Clark were waiting. The tension around them was thicker now, like both of them felt the danger closing in. I dropped my bag on the table. “This wasn’t a stalker. It wasn’t someone following you around for attention either. It wasn’t romance or even jealousy.”

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.

At the thought of this, I dried my tears, and a steely gleam shone in my eyes. I found Callum early the next morning. He was making phone calls from the living room. Upon seeing me, he frowned and hung up. "What are you doing here?" "Let's dissolve our bond, Callum," I said coolly, my eyes devoid of any emotion. "Mia's gone missing, and my mom's passed away. Grudges are all that's left between us. There's no point in being bound anymore." Callum stilled. He probably hadn't expected me to bring up the bond dissolution again.

All that was left in the vast house was himself as he waited alone for the day to break. … The next day, Evan didn't even bother changing out of the robe that still reeked of alcohol before heading straight to the healing center. When he pushed open the door to the apothecary room, my workstation had already been cleared, leaving nothing behind. A thin document sat on the desk. Evan opened it with trembling hands, and a bold line of text came into view. "Due to multiple irreconcilable differences between both parties, the mate bond has broken beyond repair. By mutual agreement, both parties voluntarily dissolve their mate bond under the following terms—"

Then she walked out. --- Later that night— Adrian sat across from Vanessa at her apartment table. The financial reports were spread between them. Numbers. Transaction logs. Transfer routes. Adrian studied the data carefully. “This is clever.” Vanessa looked up. “Explain.” “The withdrawals were routed through three shell accounts before disappearing.” “That makes tracing them harder.” “Yes.” “But not impossible.” Vanessa leaned forward slightly. “You think we can find the source.” Adrian nodded slowly. “I think whoever did this assumed you’d panic.”

That woman, usually so fragile and dependent, who probably couldn't even settle a bill without him, had vanished like a drop of water evaporating into thin air. That woman, usually so fragile and dependent, who probably couldn’t even settle a bill without him, had somehow vanished into thin air. “Mr. Barrett…” His assistant, drenched in cold sweat, pushed open the door, holding a freshly printed industry newsletter. “Did you find her?” Timothy looked up sharply, his emerald eyes glowing with a terrifying cold light. “No, it’s not about Mrs. Barrett… Zoe, the top interior designer who disappeared three years ago, just officially announced that she will participate in this year’s Fleur Interna

Vivienne coaxed in an overly sweet tone, a faint crooked smile filled with hidden political schemes appearing across her pale face. Deep within her heart, Vivienne celebrated with overwhelming satisfaction that night. She allowed Tristan to sink once again into the illusion of imaginary love while her eyes returned to the digital screen, watching the financial foundation of the Vance clan crumble little by little from within, without a single monster in that house realizing it.

Then, David vanished. He had vanished into thin air while dozens of people watched… Moreover, the head of the Nichols family, Franklin, had vanished alongside him. “Huh? Where are they?” “Where did they go?” “How did they vanish so suddenly?” “The head of the Nichols family is gone too!” “How did two larger than life humans just vanish into thin air?!” “That’s terrifying! Quick, everyone, start looking!” Suddenly! Someone yelled. “Quick, look! They’re in the sky!”