Finding Me Novel Novels & Stories

Glad that I already strolled the house during the day, so I am familiar with the layout already. In just a few minutes of searching, I found the book that I was looking for. I picked up the book and hurriedly went into my room. My excitement was gone when I opened it. I don't understand what was written inside. I tried to search for it on the web but nothing came up. It looks like an ancient writing. I think I need to continue the plan of getting close to Fiona. I know that she can help me. I don't want to repay her kindness by betraying her but I need to finish my mission so I don't have a choice.

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He didn’t ask for her number, didn’t try to impress her, didn’t hint at anything. And yet… There was something about him that felt real. A rare thing in her world. Her phone buzzed. Tomi: Babyyyyy how was your day? I’m bored, entertain me. Amira smirked and typed back: Amira: I met someone. Three dots popped up instantly. Tomi: WHAT??? WHO??? HOW??? WHEN??? DETAILS NOW. Amira rolled her eyes and typed: It’s nothing. Just a stranger who helped me in the rain.

"Her name is Emma. She's sixteen. Richard found her through some private investigator. She lives in Portland with my aunt—my mother's sister who I haven't seen in years. Richard sent me photos of her at school, walking home, sitting in her bedroom. He knows everything about her. And he says if I don't help him destroy you, he'll..." She couldn't finish the sentence, but she didn't have to. Sophia stared at the woman across from her, the woman who had caused her so much pain—and saw something she'd never expected to see. Jessica was just as trapped as Sophia had been. "What does he want you to do?" Sophia asked carefully.

If he suspected Ethan was his, he wouldn't let it rest until he knew for certain, and the thought of him digging through Silverlake's past sent ice through my veins. "Well," I said, rising unsteadily from my chair, "good luck with that." I didn't wait for a response. I walked straight to the kitchen, gripped the edge of the counter, and told myself to breathe. Calm down. There is no way he is coming to take what I built. I pulled out my phone and dialed the only person who had survived every version of this story with me. My best friend, Caroline. Caroline picked up on the second ring. "Hey, girl. What's popping?"

Not on any of the countless mornings when I had been alone in my apartment standing at my window with nothing but the city and the silence and the particular weight of choosing carefully to feel nothing. Today. Thirty seconds after the six words. Like something that had been watching. Waiting for the exact moment when the damage it could do would be most complete. She found me. After two years of nothing. After the reports filed and the investigation that went nowhere and the name that produced no traceable records because Vivienne James was not a real name attached to a real person in any system that mattered. She found me. Right now. Right at this moment. I stood up. Walked to the wall.

ELIOT’S POV “I found her,” “Who? Who did you find, Eliot?” I raised my head, gaze solemn. Drained of any trace of brightness, just like this room right now. My face, nose and mouth, halfway trapped in my palms— the only thing keeping me sane at this point. “Her,” I whsipered, “I found her, Nicole. The blogger.” She sat up, interest piqued now. “You found- That was fast. You-

The hope of friendship still lingers in my mind. Despite my struggling life with my roommate my new novel gained momentum, which was focusing on the lives of wealthy individuals, I found myself caught up in the writing process. My editor, Henry, was pleased with my work, and it felt great. My new novel is based on my current situation. But picturing Haze to be more sweet, extraverted, and delicate. Each morning, I would wake up and head to the private gym in the apartment building that I had discovered a few weeks ago. Haze never mentioned its existence, and when I asked her about it, she simply shrugged and said, "You never asked," with an indifferent expression.

New Chapter Alert **************** ANNALISE I groaned as my eyelids slowly opened, I found myself in a large room with blanket draped over me. I sat up and squeezed my eyes for a minute to supress my headache. After that two minute activity, I got out of bed in search of Ace who could be anywhere. Walking down the stairs, I came to a realization that I am now living with Ace and I've been inevitable involved in whatever goes on in his life. Living together with Ace couldn't be that bad, right? Down the stairs, I began following my instincts, driving myself through the house till I came to the front of a huge door, not knowing what lies behind was scary but I needed to find Ace. I pushed the

’ as she dove in for another search. Taking the book, he realised it was a thinnish volume, in mint condition, and had Diamanda’s own picture on the back. Good God, it was her latest novel! One he hadn’t read but was dying to. It wasn’t even due out till next month. He studied the title - Watching Me, Watching You - then carefully flipped it open.