Vanishing Acts Novels & Stories

Don't let her do something foolish. It turned out that the whole death hoax was cooked up by Jack. The guy had moves. When I got to Jack's swanky pad, he swept me off my feet, literally, before I could even blink. Post-bathroom break, he tucked me into bed and tossed me his phone for some gaming. Only after I sipped down a warm drink did he strip down and slide in next to me, his hands working magic on my belly. The light above cast a soft glow on his chiseled abs, each curve whispering secrets begging to be uncovered.

Was this the end of their vile act? ********

And the specific quality of tonight's dissolution, the chandelier's cold light and Evelyn's barbed question and Josiah's honey-voiced blade and the room watching and the woman in the navy dress who had seen it clearly and looked away, had clarified something I had been circling without quite reaching. He had never intended to see me. Not because he was incapable of it, though perhaps he was, but because my visibility was not the point. My invisibility was the point. A wife who had been reduced to decorative surface had no angle from which to observe her own diminishment, no remaining selfhood from which to resist. The vanishing was not a side effect. The vanishing was the architecture.

He was too blinded by the impending salvation of his failing company. He stepped closer, the smell of expensive cologne and stale cigar smoke washing over her. "Remember," Richard hissed, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "Alexander Vance is not a man you play games with. Keep your mouth shut, smile for the cameras, and play the part of the sophisticated socialite. If he discovers you’re the penniless twin, he will destroy what's left of this family, and your brother's medical funds disappear instantly. Do we understand each other?" Vivian swallowed the bitter lump of anxiety in her throat. She forced her shoulders back and tilted her chin upward, mimicking the exact, careless arrogance

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

Gabby stated. “Nicholai just bailed out on us again. I can’t believe this. He said he has an important business to attend to. He has been so preoccupied lately. It is not like his company would be on the verge of bankruptcy if he missed one meeting.” I stated upset after getting off a call with Nicholai. “He is just a responsible person unlike you. I mean, you are always just out there to have fun. You don’t even have a regular job.” Gabby teased me.

"It's okay, Mom. I can still enter the contest like this." Although Theo didn't say a word, I knew we had reached an understanding. At the event, every father tried their best to get votes for their child, but Theo ended up with zero votes. After the contest, I did three things. First, I withdrew Theo from school and severed his last tie to the pack. Second, I submitted a formal request to the Elder Council to break the mate bond. I even paid extra to expedite it. Third, I packed our bags overnight and took Theo on the next train out.

Scott's hand connected with Cindy's face, her words silenced mid-sentence. Vanessa raised an eyebrow. She didn't say a word, just watched. Cindy froze, her hand flying to her cheek as she stared at Scott, wide-eyed. "Get out!" Scott barked. "Don't come here acting crazy!" Cindy threw one last fiery glare at Vanessa, her resentment practically dripping off her. But Vanessa? She just smirked. Cindy turned and stormed out, slamming the door. Scott spun around. "Don't listen to her! She's lost her job and her mind. How could I not love you?"

GAVIN I’ve spent most of my life controlling narratives. Make it clean. Make it sharp. Make it disappear. But tonight? Tonight, I let it unravel. No regrets. Vanessa went down like the universe handed Parker a gift-wrapped opportunity, and she didn’t blink. Execution. Delivery. She tripped Vanessa like she was born to do it. Then she handled it like a pro. Kneeling beside her. Brushing her hair back. Asking if she was okay while smiling like an angel.

Sabatine’s disappearance was an artwork of negation. He didn’t slip out under cover of darkness; he dissolved. One moment he was a presence in the penthouse’s inner sanctum, the next he was a collection of fading digital echoes—a cancelled train ticket to Edinburgh, a blurry CCTV glimpse near King’s Cross, a single, encrypted data-burst to a server in Reykjavik that then self-deleted. To any observer, especially one gloating over a two-billion-dollar victory, it looked like a man cut loose, fleeing the fallout.