Vanishing Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

He pulled Wendy's hand and approached the driver that had just brought him. “Good day sir, I don't have money. My wife and I have to return home. Please can you take us to our destination for free.” Hilton spoke pitifully. Hearing Hilton's words made the driver dumbfounded. Nonetheless, he knew he had to play along. Wendy was embarrassed, she wanted to speak but the driver spoke. “It will be my pleasure. Hope your destination is not far because my boss is inside the club and will be out in the next thirty minutes.”

I shot up from the couch. “The fuck?” Nick was on his feet. “Vanessa, what did you see?”I looked around the room, my mouth gaping. “There was a man. He was right there, and then.”I glanced around the apartment once more. “And then he was just gone. He vanished.” A deep growl thrummed through Nick’s chest. “The Collectors.” i could feel the agitation and strain as Nick’s wolf fought to come forward. “No, I don’t think it was them.” Nick drew his brows in confusion. “Why do you say that?”

When Van recovers, he is now hanging on the tree trunk with his hands and feet acting like suction cups. “Thanks,” he said to the voice. “Don’t mention it, but what brings you here?” And Van tells his unseen companion how they ended up here in this crazy world by following a friend in a restricted area of their school. “Now if we could only find our way out here Mr…” “Call me Grizzlebark son.” “Ah yes Grizzlebark, but how come I can’t see you?” And Grizzlebark gave an almighty chuckle. “I’m already here son, you are not just looking,” he replied.

A new message from the unknown number. A short video clip. Lila being dragged into the back of a van, her face pale and exhausted, wrists raw and bleeding. Underneath the video, one line: You were so close. Better luck next time. — V I stared at the screen until it blurred. Then I turned to my men, voice low and deadly. “Find the van,” I said. “Now.”

The sound of the crane arm snapping was a jagged, metallic shriek that seemed to tear through the very fabric of the subterranean vault, echoing off the cold concrete walls like a death knell. Verina’s scream was lost in the roar of the machinery as she lunged toward the monitor, her fingers clawing at the glass screen as if she could reach through the pixels and pull her father back from the dark, churning maw of the Atlantic. Arthur Vance had vanished beneath the white foam of the wake, the heavy weights at his feet acting as a cruel anchor that dragged him into the crushing, silent depths of the harbor.

I step closer, peering inside only to find it empty except for a crumpled plastic water bottle and a torn piece of dark fabric sitting at the corner. The hood of the vehicle is still clicking, the faint, ticking heat of the engine telling me I missed them by mere minutes. They were here. They were trapped in this van and now they're gone. I lean against the van's metal panel… I was so close. I was right on their trail and I still couldn't catch them. “Fuckkkkk….” I screamed kicking the door and pulling my hair. I just took the slow way to slow to save her I pull out my phone and call Marcus. He answers on the first ring.

"Ellie made sure each of them was left with a scar on their wrist as a consequence for their indifference. If I hadn't been your friend, I doubt I would've been spared either." Mike made a show of being afraid, clearly hoping for my sympathy. I responded with nothing more than an eye roll. "There were plenty of reporters present that day, but the only story that went out was Sutton Group's bankruptcy. Every company represented there had its overseas business swallowed up by Ellie. "Some collapsed outright. Others were left barely standing. Ellie and the little monster are focused on finding Jenny. Jenny was originally meant to be thrown into the open sea as well, but she and Ronald must have

The van turned onto the main highway, merging with traffic, vanishing into the night like a shark in dark water. I closed my eyes. Lucian, I prayed. Please come back to us. --------------------------------------- ‘Meanwhile, 50 miles away.’ *Lucian’s POV* I stood in the middle of Hangar 4. It was empty. Crates that should have held military hardware were filled with sand. The trucks Vargo had promised were rusted hulls. The trap had been sprung. But the trap was empty. There was no ‘Il Pecatore’. There was no army. "Boss," Rylan said, lowering his gun, his face pale. "It's a wash. There's nothing here."

He felt the rot Mama believed was inside him pulsing in time with his heartbeat He had to go back. He had to make that woman undo what she had done, even if he had to burn her house down to find the cure. “I’m coming for you,” he whispered to the empty air. He grabbed his jacket and stepped out of the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. But he never reached the elevator. In the hallway, the shadows suddenly stretched upward, turning into thick, obsidian vines that wrapped around his ankles. Mitch didn't even have time to scream before the air around him folded like a piece of paper. With a silent pop, he vanished.

He didn't even glance at it. A waiter tried to stop him from drinking too much and was met with a furious outburst. "My wife is missing. Can you help me find her?" The waiter sneered and walked away. Drunk out of his mind, Liam stumbled into the master bedroom while mumbling "Winnie" under his breath. Thanks to the pale moonlight filtering through the window, he vaguely made out a figure lying on the bed with its back turned to him. He thought it was a drunken hallucination and rubbed his eyes.