Zebb Quinn Missing Novels & Stories

Nina saw he was deep in thought and did not wait for him, walking into her apartment complex. Nash watched her go, not getting out of the car. He was caught in a loop, unable to find an explanation. "Did we miss anything in Nina's records?" Nash asked. Quincy had handled this matter, spending a lot of time trying to find Zac. "No, we didn’t miss anything. If it’s something known, it should be correct. Maybe she just forgot because it was so long ago?" "Do you remember things from when you were sixteen or seventeen?" Nash asked.

"I've arranged for people to search. You've done your part too, right? She'll be alright." "I owe you one, Xavier." "I'm helping voluntarily. You don't owe me anything." Quinn didn't argue further. During the ten hours of flying, Quinn couldn't make any calls. She had to endure her worry. … Back in Jipsfort, Araminta learned that Quinn had gone to the borderlands. "What's going on? Are you sure the information is correct?" "Yes, Ms. Axtell. Lisa Gatrell is missing." Araminta was elated. With the shareholders' meeting tomorrow, Quinn's absence was an opportunity for her.

Only when his back disappeared into the crowd did I finally let out the breath I'd been holding. For the rest of the night, I kept to the shadows, avoiding people as much as possible. I didn't touch a single bite or sip from the banquet tables—anything to stay out of trouble. But as the evening wore on and the last guests began to drift out, I realized something strange: Aaron still hadn't shown up. As much as I disliked him, I knew one thing for certain—he never joked about business. Tonight's event had gathered half the city's elite. A major business banquet like this should have demanded his presence. So where was he?

The female officer slowly exchanged another look with Detective Cole. Mallory checked again desperately. Different spellings. Zena Hayes. Zena Haze. Zena Norman. Nothing. Not one account, neither any pictures, not even one. Not one trace. “This makes no sense,” she muttered quietly. Detective Cole finally spoke. “People don’t usually disappear completely online anymore.” “She’s real.” “Then where is she?” Mallory looked up slowly. For the first time since her arrest, she genuinely looked unsettled. “She was with Jace.”

Martinez, knowing he was related to Darvan. She quickly left the sitting room and headed to meet Kiara in her room. "Girl, you need to see this..." Quinn said, sitting beside Kiara, who was lying on the bed. Kiara glanced at the post, her expression darkening. "And Cassia never mentioned this? It must’ve been really tough for her," Kiara murmured, grabbing her phone to call Cassia. However, the call went unanswered. Quinn returned to the sitting room and turned on the TV, and to her shock, the same contest appeared on the screen.

“Miss Cooper, you have to save Miss Norris…” Chase looked her up and down and noticed that Elaine only suffered from minor physical wounds. She was not seriously wounded. “Don’t get agitated.” Bianca quickly stopped her and said, “Tell me exactly what happened. How did Quinn go missing?” She had just returned home when she received news of Quinn going missing after an accident. She immediately informed Chase about it and rushed to the hospital. Elaine wiped away her tears and told Bianca everything that happened during the accident. Bianca’s expression changed after hearing what Elaine said. “Are you telling me that Quinn had disappeared when you woke up?”

“But I think you love me too. Even if you don’t want to. Even if you don’t know what to do with it.” Her breath hitched. For the first time… she didn’t have an answer. I opened my mouth to say her name— My phone rang. An American number. I frowned and picked it up. “Hello?” A frantic voice spilled out. Sabrina. “Anthony—oh God—Anthony—Zane’s missing. He’s gone. He hasn’t come home in days and he was acting really weird the last few days, and now he’s—” The kitchen spun. I gripped the counter.

I winked making her giggle. After that we talked about everything. Her high school, her friends, the fact that she hadn’t found her mate yet. And me, the kids, Caleb, anything we could. Two hours later my phone began to ring like crazy. I sent Marina an apologetic look before pulling out my phone. ‘Quinn? What the hell, are you okay?’ I frowned. Quinn had left to New York again about a month ago and she hadn’t called, texted or anything! ‘He figured out where you are!’

No messages from Serena. Simon approached as the room cleared. "Sir, is everything alright?" Before I could answer, my phone rang - Serena's driver. My stomach dropped. "Mr. Blackwood," his voice trembled, "Mrs. Quinn is missing. I left her at a coffee shop while getting gas, and when I returned, she was gone." "What coffee shop?" My voice came out razor-sharp. "The one across from her studio, sir." I was already moving toward the door. "Send me the exact location. And check if she returned to the studio."

I wasn’t overly surprised when it went straight to voicemail. The next call I made was to my brother. “Troy!” he gasped down the line. “I’ve been trying to mind link with you for-” “Where is Quinn?” I interrupted him. “How long ago did she leave?” Sebastian didn’t ask me how I knew that she was gone. “Three, maybe four hours.” “Why didn’t you let me know at once?” “I was gonna, but I had no idea what…it’s utter chaos. Elize drugged the entire mansion with Missus Lowry’s sleeping draught.”