Just Another Missing Person Novels & Stories

I want to go to him and comfort him but I know he'd not like that, not in front of everyone anyway. “Can I access the human internet now? There's some things I want to check about the disappearances,” I ask looking at Mr Collins and trying to shift the attention from Mason. “Eat more first, you've barely eaten,” he nods towards the food left on the tray. I grab another slice of pizza, rolling my eyes as I bite into it and walk around his side of the desk to use his laptop. He opens up a new internet search page and slides the laptop towards me. Shoving the last bite of pizza into my mouth I quickly log into my social media. I ignore the notifications and messages and open up the search bar.

“You don’t smell like a pack. You smell like... static. Like something unfinished.” Zerina snapped inside me. “He’s baiting you.” “I didn’t come here to fight,” I said, stepping forward. “We’re just trying to figure out what’s happening. Who that girl was. Why she’s—” I stopped myself. He nodded slowly. “People like that girl go missing all the time. Sometimes it’s rogues. Sometimes it’s worse.” “Worse than rogues?” I echoed. He didn’t elaborate. Just turned, already backing toward the trees again.

Panic tries to bubble up my throat but I tamp it down. Deep inside of me, I register that if they’d simply gone off course, they would’ve arrived at The Nirvana by now. I asked my men to call me if they arrived. I’ve checked the phone in my grip for hours, still no call. Missing person reports usually go out twenty four hours after a person has been declared missing, but Duke and I called in some favours and now, Amani, Zuri and Aunt Ophelia’s pictures have been sent to every single county police’s database.

It was obvious that they were not taken from the pack; they could have been in the city. I had to contact the only person that could help in the case. I tried calling Carsen again even though he had told me that he needed to attend to something. I needed his help on this one. How could our people start missing again, and who could be behind their disappearance? I called Carsen over and over again, but he still was not picking up his calls.

Instead, it felt like drowning. The news segment had aired three weeks ago, a feel-good human interest story about "The Woman Who Finds Lost People." They'd interviewed families I'd helped, shown footage of tearful reunions, and painted me as some kind of hero. The reporter had asked about my motivation, and I'd made the mistake of being honest. "I know what it's like to be lost," I'd said. "I know what it's like when people stop looking for you." The requests had started immediately. Hundreds of emails, phone calls, messages on every platform. Parents looking for runaway teenagers. Adult children searching for elderly parents with dementia. Spouses who'd vanished without explanation. Each s

If only you knew how much more than just another model you truly are. THE END <3 Stay tuned for 3rd story JUST ANOTHER NOTCH ANA AND WILLIAM

him for information, and there was always that tiny possibility they would help find her. Monkey nodded and left. The video ended there. After reading both sets of materials, Elisa fell silent. Scarlet couldn’t help but sigh. “Unrelated missing persons, and all the missing women have clean social backgrounds. Their movements were ordinary too. Where do we even start? There’s no due at all! “Who said they’re unrelated?” Elisa flipped open the first report and pointed to a line of text. “Isn’t this it?” Scarlet leaned over to take a look but still didn’t understand. “What do you mean?

“Do you really think that they bother with missing person cases, as soon as a person is shipped off out of the country? Thousands of people go missing every day, baby. You’re just one in a long line of victims.” I could feel bile churn in my stomach, as I came to the realization that he was right. I was nothing… In the eyes of the police, anyway. In the eyes of the British force… I was just another missing person. Asgjë. Nothing. Askush. Nobody. CHAPTER 14 AMBER “But regardless… You have a valid point,” Agron shrugged. “I considered every angle. Just in case anything did go wrong.” I narrowed my eyes, wondering what he meant.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

A part of me still wondered who she was. Since Jayden went missing, about 4 more cases had been reported, and unlike Jayden, these people were never found. Eventually, the mayor's office issued a curfew to keep people save. Everyone who'd gone missing was between the ages of 15 and 25 and they were all male. We were still trying to get leads related to Adam or the missing people but they'd all seemed to disappear without a trace. Mum was still barely at home during the week but she made up for her absence during the weekends. She still worked sometimes but she made sure to always spend sometime with me no matter how little. That effort was all that mattered. It was enough for me.