Finding Me Novel Novels & Stories

Fuck I miss them too, I hope they don't hate me. "Well I'm back to work now. I'm actually in Paris, first time that I've been back since we were here together, and my god the whole fucking town reminds me of you. I even went to that little bookstore that I took you to, trying to find a little piece of you to keep with me. I found a book that reminded me of you. It's called 'Finding the joy in the smallest things'. That's what you do, you're grateful for the little things in life, you made me grateful for the small things. I found joy in your laugh, your smile, your presence, even finding this stupid little book. But now that I've started reading it I've realised it's one of those self help b

I hesitate for a moment, my mind awash with memories of Author Agness and whatever kind of witchcraft she’s done to me. With trembling fingers, I gather my courage and tap on the app, my heart starts to race once again as the familiar interface loads before me. I quickly type in ‘Author Agness’ on the search bar. Afterwards, her author profile appears. And there it is, in all its glory— her masterpiece, Bonded, the very book that has thrust me into this surreal nightmare.

I say to Liam, "Do you want to come over to my house later for dinner? Everyone is dying to meet you since they have not seen you for years." Liam laughs, "Really? Your family is really funny." I nod my head in response and am about to ask him what his deal is with Zach, just as Melissa walks into the class; I almost forget that she is also in my class and I notice her red eyes. When she sees me looking at her, she looks around to look for a seat and that is when I realize the only empty seat is the one next to Zach. I feel another knife through my heart when I see them making small conversation but decide to divert my attention to Liam by asking him, "What is your deal with Zach?"

On the sixteenth step it widened out, leading me to think that I was at the top. Tentatively, I held out a shaking hand attempting to find a door or an opening. The tips of my fingers touched another cold surface but it felt different. It wasn't like the stone of the wall, it was smooth. I moved my hand over, feeling nothing but air, then there it was again. Bars. What I had felt was metal bars. The excitement grew within me as I acknowledged my newest discovery. This room must be a cell of sorts. I ran my hand one way then back again. Only then did I realise my mistake.

She was over joy at their sight, atleast her daughter will be save not until they look for her. She froze the two couples and blow a blue light around her as she whispered, "FIND ME IN YOUR MEMORIES" and Immediately she disappear. ***** T b c

Slowly, my eyelids felt heavy and I started closing them slowly. When I woke, I was in a strange room alone. A white sheet draped over me and the thing under me felt vaguely like a mattress. Searching my brain for a plausible answer as to where I am, the crush suddenly flashed in my mind. Seating up on the bed, I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and scoot forward to stand. The pain in my ankle is still evident as I slowly walk around the bed searching for the bathroom. The first door I open instead leads out to the hallway and faintly I hear someone talking. Relief floods me at the realization that I got my hearing back.

While Pandora was not at work, she was trying to use all her internet stalking skills to try and find out who and where Nemo was. Still, after weeks, she was drawing up a blank. Just as she was about to switch off the laptop, Bean and Curd started moving around. “Hey, you two, I am not giving up. I just don’t have enough information to find him right now,” she said as she rubbed her belly, but they kept moving around. "If it comes down to it I'll make a stupid tiktok and ask the internet to find him. I swear to you I will find him." For some ungodly reason, she ended up on Craiglist, the holy grail of ads and ‘find my mystery person’ posts.

"I just didn't know what New York had in store for me. I met my Brown-eyed brute, The one who found me!" New York, here I come!

Abigail I didn’t hear the library door open. Curled in the wide armchair by the window, a thick blanket tucked over my legs and a mug of lukewarm tea long forgotten on the little table beside me, I was too deep in the roaring chaos of 1920s London to notice anything else. The novel I’d found, The Blood of Mayfair, was a fever dream of a book with gangsters in bowler hats and singers with too much rouge and too many secrets. I had stumbled across the book purely by chance this afternoon while scanning a high corner shelf. What began as idle curiosity turned into a feverish need to unravel the killer’s identity before the protagonist, a fashion journalist moonlighting as a private investigator

The brunette girl follows her friend down the hallway to their room. Great, first time I meet nobles and I end up on the floor already. Better yet now half the dorm know who I am and I’m sure they will follow her example. This sucks already and term hasn’t even begun. I gather my thoughts and collect my belongings, walk to the end of the hallway and take the stairs to the third floor. At least I’ll be out the way of dumb and dumber. I reach my room number 38. I go to use my key to open the door but it opens instead. Inside a girl is unpacking her stuff, she looks up to see me and smiles. “Oh hey, I’m Lila, you must be my roomie” she walks towards me to grab my bags and help.