Without A Trace Book Novelas e Histórias

I’m currently texting Ian when Dre sighs quietly for what seems like the thirteenth time since she started studying. My laptop buzzes with another text from Ian. *The anonymous text is untraceable. It’s a burner number.* My brows pull together, frowning hard at the screen while my fingers fly swiftly over the keyboard. *Burner number, like untraceable?* I steal a glance at Dre, who currently has her elbows pressed against the table, staring hard at an open book in front of her. Ian texts back. *Yes, untraceable, because it’s not linked to anything— no emails or social media, not even bills or purchase trails.*

I should have been preparing for the banquet, freshening up, making sure no one messed with the food—but this rare opportunity was more important. I flipped page after page of dates, locations, and battle strategies. There was nothing that confirmed what really happened that night. My eyes absorbed every word concerning my pack. Nothing. There was nothing about my parents. No names. No mention of their deaths. My jaw clenched. They weren’t even acknowledged as casualties. Frustrated, I ripped the page from the book and folded it, tucking it into the hidden pocket of my pants. He took everything from me and left no trace.

Chapter 16: Traces Mary stared intently at the photograph in her hand. Her expression did not waver, yet her lashes dipped for the briefest moment as if she were weighing something in silence. After a few still seconds, she set the photo down on the table. Her voice was soft, but edged with such chilling sharpness that the entire room seemed to turn colder. “Let them keep searching. As long as every trace connected to Mary Salvaria is erased, they will never be able to imagine the truth.”

My Hello Kitty collections remained intact, ranging from stuffed toys, clothes, mugs, shoes, slippers, and anything else with a Hello Kitty design. As I approached Doraemon to pick up the stuffed toy, my attention returned to Trace. I never expected to find Doraemon in his room. Despite his rough and bad-boy image, it was evident that he had a childlike side that craved attention. However, as I continued to gaze at him, I noticed a dried streak of blood near his eyebrow. What happened? Why was there blood? The last thing I remembered was drinking heavily the previous night because I was irritated by Trace flirting with Denise and Malori. When I went to the washroom, I even ran into Malori th

She didn’t have to. ‎ ‎I turned to Enzo. “Trace it.” ‎ ‎His fingers flew over the keyboard, jaw tight, eyes locked onto the screen. Seconds stretched into eternity as I waited. Tick. Tick. Tick. ‎ ‎Then— ‎ ‎“Nothing.” His voice was clipped, tense. “Call was routed through a scrambled line. It’s untraceable.” ‎ ‎I forced a slow breath through my nose, trying to shove down the murderous rage clawing its way up my throat.

Gone was his sleepy demeanor, he was actually alert for once, “That's the only explanation why they managed to leave no traces.” Luciana, the triplets, and Eamon sit with the Alpha at the head of the table. A day has passed and they used their army and resources to begin the investigation but it was to no avail. They couldn't trace them right away. They had almost no clue to begin at. It was done neatly.

“Not hacked. Hunted.” The trace curved south. Masked. Muddled. Brilliant. A signature appeared…digital fingerprints unlike anything I’d seen before. “Not from any pack server,” I whispered. “Not even Darrak.” “Then who?” Tessa asked. I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know. And that terrified me, because the trace was bouncing too fast. My fingers flew over the keyboard, splitting into two screens. One ran the packet dissection on the IP trail. The other…footage scan. I needed to know how much they’d seen. If anything at all.

Unknown Pov. Damn it ,I lost Trace of them at the Madonna pack ,I really do not know how to Trace her and get to her at the moment,all I know is I needed to get through to her ,Make sure I hold her hostage before the meeting and also ,I should have kill her when I jave the chance to but I let her slip away from me . I couldn't fathoms what was going on anymore,the way she bad stares at me back then ,perhaps she must have remember something about me earlier.

They were pressed so close that she could feel the buttons of his coat digging into her chest. Liam and Rowan walked into the Restricted Section. "The book is missing from the shelf," Rowan noted, swinging the lantern. "Someone has moved the Apotheosis file." "Maybe Father took it," Liam suggested. "Father is busy overseeing the interrogation," Rowan replied. He walked toward the table where Tristan had left the book. Tristan held his breath. He had closed the book, but he hadn't put it back. Rowan stopped at the table. He ran a gloved finger over the cover of the black tome.

Just perfect as she thought. “Nice meeting you, sir. You can notify Lora if you have removed that part and we’ll arrange some time for that,” said she. Author's Note: Hello, I hope you enjoyed the story. Trace of Ink is about to end and I would love to hear your insights and critics. Please drop a comment, that would be much appreciated. Thank you :)