Vanishing Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

Short-Short-Short. It was the universal code for help: SOS. But Adrian didn't stop there. He needed someone who was actually watching: "The Disconnect." They were a group of hackers and students who lived in the cracks of the system and spent their lives looking for "ghosts" in the machines. Adrian sent a specific string of numbers into the weather data; it was a coordinate and a link to a hidden "dead man's switch" he had uploaded weeks ago. "What are you doing, Mr. Vance?"

"I used every connection I had just to get a trace of you. I've been looking for you for a year. Do you have any idea what that year was like for me?" He broke down, sobbing like his whole world was falling apart. "Wanda, I'm begging you. I can't live without you. I'm falling apart without you." "Let go of me!" I struggled, but his grip was too strong. I couldn't shake him off. Suddenly, Edgar was yanked back and collapsed hard against the pavement. Gavin stood over him, looking down with cool, unbothered disdain. "Grabbing a woman without her consent? That's not exactly gentlemanly."

“Maybe for you, but if I have nothing, that means I’m just some orphan girl in a maze with kids that were dead to the rest of the world.” “I’m sorry about your parents.” “It’s fine there’s nothing that can be done about that.” The ground started shaking as if a giant thing was walking. “Amanda?” Sarah said. “What was that?” “I don’t know stay close and stay alert.” There was another thud. Each thud got closer to our position. The sky started to light up and as soon as it was bright enough for us to see, we ran. I never looked back to see what was chasing us. It took about another ten minutes, but we managed to get out of the maze and into an open grassy area. While everyone else got themselv

fragments that were trying to tear the structure down. "Kaima, come with us!" the boy shouted from high above. "I have to stay until the last one is across!" I yelled back. The white wall was inches away now. I could feel the heat of the "Deletion." My legs were already vanishing, turning into white static. One by one, the children crossed the "Event Horizon" of the bridge, disappearing into the blue light of the System Restore point. Finally, only I was left. I turned to look at the Shredder.

"They didn't track him through corporate surveillance. They were physically tailing him. ​I cross-referenced the van's plate against the regional traffic logs. It hadn't traveled far. It was currently parked in a disused subterranean level beneath an abandoned construction site on the outskirts of the city. ​It was almost too easy. A chill went down my spine. Why would the Vances leave such a sloppy trail? Unless... they weren't the Vances. ​JUSTICE ​The air in the bunker was stagnant, smelling of mold and recycled ozone. My left arm, the one the broken bottle had carved into, throbbed with a dull, rhythmic pulse. The blood had dried into a thick, crusty layer against my skin. ​I was tied to

The hoodie figure exits the terminal through a side door marked for staff only, moving quickly but not running, blending seamlessly into the flow of passengers and crew. They approach the curb outside where the pickup lanes are busy with taxis and rideshares, and slide into the back of an unknown gray van with no visible plates or markings; no company logo, no rental sticker, just a plain vehicle that could belong to anyone. The van pulls away smoothly, merging into the airport traffic within seconds and vanishing from the camera’s view. I feel a chill run down my spine despite the warm air in the room. “They are gone,” I say, my voice steady but urgent.

“It appeared to be an abandoned vehicle blocking their path. Standard procedure was followed, they assessed the situation, cleared the vehicle from the road. But when they returned to the transport van...” Fitz paused, his eyes finally meeting mine. They were filled with something I hadn’t seen before: fear. “She was gone,” he said. “The van was empty. There was no sign of her.” I gripped the armrests of the chair, my knuckles turning white. “Gone?” I said, letting my voice crack just enough to sound authentic, “What the hell does that mean, gone?” I asked. “Viviane, I need you to stay calm—”

The vampire, Wilkes Milton, was partially carried—in the middle, with one of his arms around Harold's sweaty neck, and the other wrapped the way an anaconda will encircle a prey before devouring, around Trisha, who was greatly disturbed with thoughts of Catherine who had ‘disappeared into thin air’ and left no clues or trails or hints that she'd ever existed. They hobbled and staggered out of the swimming vicinity like soldiers who had just fought—and won a war for their motherland and were returning back to their families bruised and in dire need of medical attention.

| The Encounter | TIME PASSED by without you even knowing it. The more you ignore the time, the faster it ticks. First day in College gone better as I expected. No hassle at all. I even meet new girlfriends which share the same interests as mine—Nena, a black American girl who loves coffee and books, Trix, a foodie blonde girl, and Evette, the fashionista. Though I was a bit left behind by being a sassy lady like Evette, still we share the same interests when it comes to putting light retouches on our faces.

it's her the only Keerthi Kyler because she had many weird habit which made her extraordinary . After coming to her cabin ...she connected chip with laptop and started searching something....Adam came and gave tea to her...she took a sip and said "Minion ...see this...the rate of vanishing people who were connected with the group V.H. ...all vanished from many bar...and the leftover normal people who were found death in many places at morning or night they are having one problem which was their all blood was drained fully...even their body became white ...in their body they got one kind of saliva which was similar with Bat...you can understand what I meant ...what say???" 🤔