Finder Keeper Movie Novels & Stories

He was pacing, his claws digging into our shared consciousness. ‘Our mate is weeping! I can feel her soul breaking behind that bedroom door, and you stand here like a statue! Go to her! Explain that this obsessed girl is nothing!’ ‘Shut up, Fenris,’ I snapped back. ‘I am doing what I have to do. I am keeping her safe from the chaos of our bond.’ ‘SAFE? SHE IS IN AGONY!’ Fenris snarled. ‘You would rather let her believe you love this shadow from the past than tell her the truth? You are pathetic.’

Chapter 3: Nikolai’s POV – The Watcher The stables smelled faintly of hay and horse sweat, the scent lingering long after the lanterns had been extinguished. Nikolai stood in the doorway, arms crossed, silent, watching. The boy—Arlo—was frozen in the aftermath, cheeks flushed, hands trembling slightly. He had looked so small, so delicate, yet something about the way he had stiffened under Nikolai’s gaze had stirred a sensation he couldn’t name.

“But this is my ‘home’.” “Aren’t familiars supposed to follow their mast…” “You’re not my master.” “Anyways aren’t you supposed to?” “Summon me from anywhere and I shall appear. I am the Silver Beast. Don’t think of me like lesser yokai and beasts from folktales. I. AM. SUPERIOR.” “A-Alright. Then I’ll head back.” Says Akihiko and walks to the main door of the building. He opens the door and stands there. Fenrir takes a seat on his throne and asks-

Jasper made her sit on the bed. "You sit here on the bed," he spoke in a soft tone and then took out his phone to make a call. "Mohit, bring something to eat, fast," Jasper ordered on the phone. Nina was scared as she heard him talking. "No... No... Who is... That Mohit," Nina spoke with a trembling voice. Jasper immediately went to her and calm down. "Hey, hey, Nina, you are safe. Mohit is my best friend and my caretaker. He doesn't work for these people, you do not have to get scared from him," he tried to calm her down.

"How... How did this happen... I thought it was just..." "Sienna, please wake up..." Dad kept repeating my name through choked sobs, tears streaming down his face. "Daddy's here to bring you home." He looked at the dark red stains covering the floor, his whole body shaking. The storage room was filled with nothing but my parents' anguished cries and broken sobs. Danny knelt beside them in a daze, reaching out to hold my hand. "Sienna, I saved up for so long to buy you that teddy bear you wanted. I only hit that kid because he tried to steal my money.

Arriving at the entrance, he barely comes to a stop before he hops off and runs around the side to the back, where he knows the weak-glass windows to the basement are. Running across the football field, he comes to a halting stop when he looks in the direction of the storage shed at the end of the field and sees the shadow of a person crouching in front of it. In their hands, it seems to be a piece of fabric on a stick that is set ablaze, and they are fanning the smoke into the crack under to door of the shed. What the hell is going on? Harken wonders and walks closer. As he approaches quietly, he hears the faint yelling of someone and the banging of their fist on the door.

Then he walked away. Skye watched him leave, only then did she realize her hand was still holding the camera, and shaking. Kai noticed. His expression softened slightly… only slightly as he stepped closer then reached out. But, before she could react, he lowered the camera and covered the lens with the cap. Skye looked up at him. "What are you doing?" His blue eyes met hers. "Final warning." His voice was calm, but serious. "Stop following me." he looked at her all over and said, “You weird obsessive girl.”

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

Aurora. That name is the only thing keeping me grounded as I scan the darkened monitors before me. Every second that passes without seeing her face feels like a blade twisting in my gut. "Gotcha! I found them, boss," Lorenzo calls from the other side of the room. I'm at his side in an instant, my pulse hammering as I take in the grainy footage of a dark sedan crawling through city traffic. It turns off toward a high steel gate—the entrance to one of Riccardo Agosti's warehouses.