Finder Keeper Movie Novels & Stories

Henry Though it was nice to be in the country again, the reason was not. It was late. I walked in the front door and the guards even looked at me with pity. I just met this girl and somehow she has already turned my world upside down. I felt the need to save her more than anything I had felt. I had a hard time going to sleep, and I didn't sleep wrong. I woke up and got some coffee before I walked slowly through the foyer, heading for the room I set her up in. I was going to put her in my room, but considering how she had been treated by the Peak Crew I figured she could use her own space. I put her in a room down the hall from mine. I walked slowly towards the door, crossing my fingers, pray

He knew he had done nothing wrong, so he was mostly angry toward Megan and Sophie. I knew what would happen in two days, and even now, I still couldn't understand why the fetus was supposedly his. It wasn't until the latter half of the night that I finally managed to close my eyes and rest for a while. Early in the morning, I was woken by my phone vibrating. Marco, the private investigator, was calling. "Vivian, I've pretty much wrapped up what you asked me to look into. I'll send you a package with some photos and videos.

Mary acted incredibly fast. The storage room door was shoved open from the outside in no time. Mary strode in with two bodyguards at her side. When she saw the blood at the corner of my mouth, my disheveled clothes, and the mess I was in on the floor, she was genuinely shocked. She rushed over and helped me up. I shook my head, signaling her not to say a word. Then, I took the bank card from her hand with the password taped on it and tossed it to Jessica.

They destroyed the kitchen, the living room, would have leveled the house if James hadn't arrived with pack warriors. "Enough!" James's command froze them both. "Aria, the phoenix is waking." I heard it then – my father's inhuman shriek from the basement where we'd contained him. The sound of reality burning. "We need to find Sarah," I said. "Now." "I know where Celeste took her," Kieran offered. "The Shadow Hunters have been tracking Chain Keeper movements for months." "Why would you help me?" "Because you're my mate." He said it simply, like it explained everything. "Both of ours, apparently, which should be impossible. But then, you're carrying the Reality Breaker. Impossible is becoming

“One guard mentioned helping an elder move old boxes near the restricted area. Could be nothing… or cover.” Mara added details she recalled. “They called the Keeper ‘the heart that beats against us.’ I thought it was poetic nonsense at the time. Now it makes sense—he’s trusted, loved even.” I kept my grip on Jordan’s hand, feeling the tension in his fingers. “We’ll check every elder, every longtime resident who lived through the Old Fracture. Quietly. No mass accusations.” Jordan nodded. “And we protect Mara. She’s a target now. The Keeper knows she talked.”

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

I know I should not be so concerned, especially with someone who had kidnapped me, but I could not help but feel like I had to fix him and his beautifully broken heart, whatever his demons may be. Outside of the door, a terrible screaming sounded throughout the castle, causing me to jump and Leo to growl. I placed my journal down on the table, as he rose to his feet hastily. I followed him slowly, as I could hear footsteps making their way towards us. Leo pulled me behind him as we moved backward towards the fireplace. He crouched lower, as if ready to attack at the intrusion. The footsteps got closer, and the door slammed open. His clawed hands rushed to the door and grabbed the intruder by

I clutched the approval documents for a public welfare project and waved them at Clayton, who was seated on the couch. "This is a surprise." He set down his book and leaned in, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. His chin brushed against my head as he asked, "What kind of surprise has you so happy?" I turned and nestled into him, my voice low. "The vendor who sold you to me, the operation running the arena, and the whole illegal supply chain for venting beastkin… Haven't they been rounded up?"

Many years ago, I suffered a head injury in a car accident and ended up brain-damaged. Only my godmother, Fenelle Porter, remained to care for me after my parents' long-ago divorce and relocation. As my mother's closest friend, she possessed a mature elegance, a striking figure, and a complexion that was both fair and smooth. My feelings for Fenelle ran deep, leading me to frequently lose myself in late-night fantasies about her. A recent accident changed everything. While Fenelle was out shopping, I fell from a cabinet and struck my head. Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition.

Or would he just laugh that cold, mocking laugh? “Clara?” Liam squeezed my hand gently. I snapped back to the present and smiled at him. “I’m fine. Just… so happy.” Later, after the reception, the guests had gone home. Liam and I were getting ready to take a sleepy Leo home. “Mrs. Parker.” A courier stopped us. He was holding a long, narrow wooden crate. Almost the size of a coffin. "The sender was very specific about the time," the courier said. Liam tensed immediately.