Vanishing Acts Novels & Stories

Growling, Persephone was about to attack Vera but smiling, she waved at her and jumped out of the cliff, astonishing everyone at her rash action but she was not known as the Deception for no reason. “Farewell.” Mouthing, with a tear rolling down her cheek, she vanished into nothingness. Disappearing thin into the air and within a matter of blinks, Vera stole their relic and disappeared thin in the air, marking their first try to stop Zadicus ended in… failure.

The haze of anger clouding her mind finally started to lift. Isla stared at her calm reflection. She then started ripping apart the entire stack of love letters. Then, she started burning them. Finally, she flushed them down the drain. … The club, which had been dormant for some time, suddenly announced a meetup over the weekend. Isla decided to attend as she needed to submit her club withdrawal application. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Emmett, who never attended such activities, unexpectedly there. She pretended not to notice him and kept her gaze straight. She sat in a corner alone.

At Harry's command, cold vapor enveloped Edgar, and he lost consciousness instantly. Goodbye, Jess. Congratulations on your wedding.

Then, we looked at the men we had beaten up earlier and started to notice something—they were disappearing one by one, not just by decaying, but it seemed like they were vanishing into thin air. "What is going on? Are they vanishing?" Ruth asked in confusion. I was the same way as her. "I don't understand either, but I think this has to do with clearing out evidence. They know we might be able to get something from them, so they planned this in advance." "Are you saying that these people are not real and they might be computer-based?" she asked me again.

“The convergence begins.” Then she smiled. And vanished—like smoke.

… After days of searching with no trace of Winter, Liam received devastating news from Sebastian that afternoon. "You're saying Winnie erased her identity records? You can't find anything?" Sebastian repeated carefully over the phone. "Yes. Mrs. Jager has deactivated her phone number and all social media accounts. Honestly, Mr. Jager, she's cut off every possible trail. She doesn't want to be found. This likely means—" Liam sat alone at a bar as he downed drink after drink. His phone buzzed nonstop on the counter. Regina's name kept flashing on the screen. He didn't even glance at it.

"That is a long time ago. People change jobs." "People change jobs. They do not disappear. Margot Vane vanished from all records after she left Sterling Global. No tax filings. No property records. No death certificate. Nothing." He paused. "I think she was paid to disappear. And I think whatever she was paid for is connected to David Miller." "Why are you telling me this?"

The rain hitting the panoramic windows of the Manhattan penthouse sounded like a firing squad. Vivian Montgomery stood frozen in the center of the room, her fingers dug so deeply into the fabric of her coat that her knuckles were stark white. Everything she had known an hour ago—her family’s name, their legacy, the millions sitting in their offshore accounts—had been erased with a single keystroke. Behind the massive obsidian desk sat Dominic Vance. He hadn't looked up since she was brought in by his security detail. He was methodically signing a stack of liquidation ledgers, the sharp scratch of his fountain pen the only sound breaking the suffocating silence of the room.

"As the dean of students, Mr. Myron Bradshaw was fully aware of the deceased's severe anemia yet still forced him to participate in the blood drive. After the incident occurred, he failed to render timely aid. "Although his actions do not constitute a criminal offense, his conduct was a grave dereliction of duty. The college has dismissed him, and he is permanently barred from working in education." Dad sat motionless in the gallery. His hair had turned much grayer, as if he had aged ten years. After that, Dad simply unraveled. At first, he couldn't sleep through the night and would spend hours flipping through my childhood photo album over and over again, saying, "Ronnie was always the most