Finding You Lena Hendrix Novels & Stories

He knows exactly what I want. So I did what I always do I watched him. I planted listening devices in his office. I had his phone tapped. I paid someone to watch who he talked to, where he went, what names came up again and again. And Lena’s name never really went away that is how I knew. That is how I found the town and how I sent someone in first, not to hurt her, not to take her, just to make sure it was really her, just to let her feel eyes on her again.

“Then maybe it’s time you stopped running alone. The rain had ceased, leaving the city cloaked in a damp, oppressive silence. We navigated through the maze of deserted streets; Lena led us to a concealed entrance beneath a derelict overpass. The hidden door revealed a spacious underground chamber, remnants of a forgotten subway station. The air was musty but dry, a sanctuary from the perils above. As we settled around a makeshift fire, the flicking flames cast dancing shadows on the graffiti laden walls. Lena's gaze was distant, her fingers tracing the edge of a worn photograph she had retrieved from her pack. “Who is that?” I inquired, unable to mask my curiosity. Lena hesitated, then hande

"I'm Lirio Moretti, nice to meet you." Lenox looked up from the screen with a raised eyebrow, scrutinizing the woman in front of him who had interrupted him. She seemed apparently sweet and friendly, smiling at him tenderly, causing Lenox to give a sadistic smile. "Lenox Harris," he introduced himself. "It's a pleasure, Lirio." He returned his gaze to the screen without adding anything else to the conversation. He was friendly, but with an indifferent attitude. "Do you have a serious relationship with Athena?" she asked, interrupting him again. "You're very handsome."

"Xander?" Lena thought. 'Guess Keira's connections are hardly a mystery.' "You know as well as I do what Xander's position means," Lena said, her tone light but loaded. Sasha fell silent, the wheels clearly turning in her head. Lena didn't push. Instead, she checked her phone, which had buzzed earlier. A message from Nate popped up: [Lena, I'll be back next week for a couple of days. We'll finally get to meet again.]

Under the dress she was wired: a tiny transmitter between her breasts, a camera in the brooch her coat. Alexander heard and saw everything from a van two streets. Your phone vibrated. Alexander: “You can do this. I'm with you. As soon as something goes wrong, my Men. I love you.” Lena stared at the last line. It was the first time he wrote these words. You Heart pulled together painfully. She did not answer, breathed deeply, and entered the hall. Inside it was almost dark. Only a single lamp over an old wooden table burned. Raven already sat there – a slim figure with hood, the face in

I told him honestly. Once he turned our bodies, I saw the person that Nae pointed out from the corner of my eye. Thanks to Brody’s epic ability, I was able to see through her glamor. I was afraid that finding Lenora would be a difficult affair. She was a tall Latina woman this time. She was good, but luckily my five-year-old brother was better. ‘It’s Lenora. Xander and Papa, you need to get ready. I don’t want to waste any extra time on her.’

I was so wrapped up in Mick that I forgot about the mask, the live stream, Cameron, and everything else. I watched as Cindy typed in ‘L-E-N’, obviously searching for Lenny now. Something familiar flashed on the screen for a brief minute, but left as Cindy continued typing the rest of his name. Lenny didn’t come up, so Cindy deleted it to try his full name. Leonard. When Cindy got to ‘L-E’ what caught my eye before caught my attention again.

I asked my boss for the day off, intending to see my so-called brother. When I reached Gideon's hospital room door, I heard voices coming from inside. "Gideon, once you're feeling better, will you come to this concert with me?" Lenora asked, her voice playful, almost like she was talking to a lover. "I've wanted to see it for a long time." Gideon's voice followed. "Okay. Then I'd better get better soon." I knew exactly what concert Lenora was talking about. It was by a singer she'd liked for years.

Only the adults called me differently, but sometimes they would address me as Lena too. "Bryan," My brows knitted. The only Bryan I recall ever knowing was... I shook my head. There's no way it's him. "Who?" "Lena, it's Bryan from Hope's orphanage. Do you remember me? We were just six when I left. I gave you a necklace." He sounded enthusiastic and excited as he described himself. I was dumbfounded. "Oh my goodness, I do remember! How did you get my number?" "I've been looking for you, Lena. I've searched every city trying to find you, you have no idea how happy I am talking to you right now."

’ Lena read the t⁠ext four tim‌es, then shoved her laptop ope‌n an‌d started digg‍ing in a way she⁠ hadn'‍t let herself do since the fir‍st envelo‌p‍e⁠ arrived. She started with public records, prop‍erty f‍ilings, old business reg‌istrations, anything with Richar⁠d Hayes's name at‍tached going back twenty years⁠. Most of it was munda‍n‌e, d‍ealership paperwor‍k, real⁠ estate. But buried in a filing from sixteen year‌s ago, she fo⁠und s⁠omething that made her‍ stomach drop.