Vanishing Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

She said quickly, afraid of getting hit again. When Harris and Richard heard Matthew’s name, they clenched their fist with a cold look on their faces. Harris stared at her and said with an icy voice, “Where did they take her?” Vivian shuddered, and with a trembling voice, she told them what she accidentally heard when she went to meet them. “They had a white van with no plate number. They said they would switch cars outside the city, an abandoned industrial zone, near East Wharf. I don’t know exactly where, but they had another black SUV waiting there.” She said,

The chandeliers swung wildly, candles flinging red wax everywhere. Then pieces of the floor **vanished**. One second, there was marble under a group of players near the left wall. The next, there was a yawning chasm—black, bottomless, hungry. They screamed as they dropped, fading too fast, swallowed by nothing. The edges of the hole frayed like torn cloth. The main staircase twisted, steps warping into a spiral that led up to nowhere and down to a door that hadn’t been there before. Railings stretched like taffy, then snapped back, flinging a player across the hall.

Blood ran down his face and dripped onto the tiles, but his back stayed straight. I stood over him, breathing heavily. “Answer me,” I repeated. Hawk swallowed. “We were looking for her,” he said. “That night, she vanished. There were no cameras or witnesses. None of the exits triggered. It was like she stepped out of the continent because we swept the city twice and came back empty.” I scoffed. “And Brazil,” His throat moved again. “Elix Vescari,” he said carefully, “sent her people. They followed the trail all the way to Brazil, but it stopped there.”

As I struggled to regain my bearings, my attention was drawn to the commotion unfolding above me. One of the men, swiftly opened a hatch on the roof of the van. With skilled agility, he hoisted himself up and disappeared from sight. Within seconds, the sound of gunfire erupted, echoing through the air, followed by the screeching of tires before the sounds of an explosions “AHH!” The man who’d climbed through the hatch fell to the ground before me. His face dismembered and missing an eye. But the thing that caught my attention, were the claw marks that ran down his body.

He said focusing on Sniffia’s body then looked at Peirce. “Could you prove me wrong, Pierce?” He asked and concluded. “Nevermind. We can’t promise that to each other… What was lumping us together… sadly she is gone.” He shoved his black hair back then put his hand on his face as he stared at Peirce. “There is one thing that kept bothering me ever since I found my self caged at the hands of the beasts… where is Vanilla?” Peirce’s body immediately shivered as he shut his eyes and slightly clenched his teeth. Node watches as he did so.

Screaming, Big Jim empties his pistol into the prone furry. If he wasn’t dead before, Angry Fox sure is now. Breathing loudly though his nostrils, Big Jim ejects his empty clip and reaches beneath his jacket. How many reloads does he tuck under there? The correct answer is “too many.” The driver of the van, realizing that Big Jim means to riddle him with holes, leaves a burning-rubber cloud as he reverses out of the parking lot. He’s framed momentarily in the passenger window: a chipmunk with a huge overbite and wide eyes that might have been comic under different circumstances. The van stays in reverse as it ping-pongs down the alley, smashing trashcans and fences, before disappearing from

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 Six months of living with Vanessa, and I’ve learned a few things. One, she steals the covers while pretending to be asleep. Two, she does not like staying put for too long, she needs excitment. Six months and she’s gone to three different towns chasing the story of danalle, a four year old witch child who’s gone missing. Did she find the girl? Yes she did. Did she find her alive? That’s a sad answer but at least the parents got some closure. And three... I’m crazy about her.

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.

It didn't take long before a deathly silence descended upon the room. The lights were switched on again, revealing the empty spot between Tiffany and me. There was a slight indent on the couch where Rosalie had been sitting. It was still warm when I touched it. Rosalie's body heat hadn't even dissipated yet. Tiffany and I exchanged fearful glances. "Where's Rosalie?" Tiffany asked. Rosalie had disappeared from right under our noses. My teeth began to chatter as a wave of despair washed over me. The commenters were actually capable of making us disappear into thin air!

“Which one of you crazies was up working at four in the morning?” “Her,” Hijack says, sliding the van door closed. “Strap in Sphinx.” I do and we take off. Once we’re over the bridge, I see what Hijack meant about hoofing it. Without a paved road, the van begins bouncing all over the landscape as Cipher struggles to keep us steady while continuing to move toward the coordinates where I found the person.