Finding You Novels & Stories

Rufus interrupted, his jaw set with determination, "and you'll finally be able to activate this gift. We'll get you strong enough to face whatever comes next." "There are many ways to find him. We'll look for clues, anything that might lead us to him. People don't just disappear without a trace, there has to be something." His words sparked a flicker of hope within me. Maybe he was right. Maybe there was still a chance. "What kind of clues?" I asked, a sliver of determination returning to my voice. Rufus grinned, a rare sight that lit up his face for a brief moment. "That's what we're about to find out. Now, let's get started."

"I can call the king and find out. However, I am worried that your sister might not want to have anything to do with us. Otherwise, she wouldn't have disappeared without a trace." Isla sighed, "Dad, Luna is my twin sister, and I wasn't here when she chose a man over the family. So, I don't believe she would have anything against me." After saying this, Isla turned towards her brother and said, "Ryan, please come with me. Let's travel together to Phnom and find our sister. Now we have a clue. We have someone who might be her daughter. This could be our only chance." "I would have loved to, but there's a lot going on at the company. I can't just leave. You can see Dad is old already and...."

Okay, CONCENTRATE. I shook my head...... I'm looking for you, Mr. Adonis, but I can't find you. I needed your help with your phone, but I can't find you anywhere and I think you're already downstairs. So if you are there and can hear me, please answer or tell Laura to help me with... If she has one and brings it upstairs, with a tampon? Okay?

“You’ll find her, Al, I know you will. She’s probably out there looking for you too.” Or maybe she just doesn’t exist.

I laughed at myself at first. It sounded insane. But the more I watched him, the less insane it felt. So I called my mother. She answered on the third ring. “Damien,” she said, surprised. “Is something wrong?” “Maybe,” I replied. “Or maybe I’m finally right about something.” She sighed. “You don’t call unless it matters. Speak.” “I think I’ve found her,” I said quietly. There was a pause. Then, very carefully, “Found who?” “The one you’ve been searching for.”

“Find who? Looking for who?” “Him.” I reply briefly. That wakes her fully. “Oh,” she says. “Mr. Boring Savior and the guy who lectured you.” “Exactly,” I snap. “Who does that?” I grab my laptop again. “I can’t find him anywhere.” She leans closer, squinting at my screen. “Marcella… what exactly were you expecting to find?” “I expected to see him there,” I say sharply, tapping People You May Know again. She blinks. “There?”

"I'm not asking you to leave." He held her gaze for a second, then nodded once. The man watched the exchange with an unreadable expression. "You trust him." "Yes." "Completely?" She looked at Sebastian. "Yes." Something that looked almost like disappointment crossed the man's face. "Then perhaps I was too late." "Enough games," Sebastian said, his voice sharpening. The man finally looked at him. "Three years ago, I found her because someone was searching for her." Zara's breath caught. "Who?"

If they were still underground, they had to emerge eventually, and if I could find where that was to happen, then I had them. Letting out a howl, I extend my senses, searching all around me, pushing myself beyond my limits, until finally I feel—the smallest tingle of Roger’s energy. ‘Found you!’ I growl as Fabian starts to snarl with excitement. ‘I’ll be damned if I let you get away.’ Zoning in on the place he should be located, I move while my men follow behind me. ‘MEN!’ I call through mindlink. ‘THE ENEMY IS LOCATED HERE!’

"You need to come back here. Your apartment is a mess, and I'm afraid he's looking for you." My fingers go numb and the phone slips from my grip and clatters to the ground. It's him. He found me.

Where are you? A voice echoed through the air, and my heart practically leapt in my chest. Simeon. It was Simeon. He was here, searching for me. Finally. “Yes! I’m here! Simeon, I’m right here! Can you hear me?!” I shouted, spinning in place and trying to find the direction his voice was coming from. But there was no reply. “Simeon!” I called again, louder this time. “Lily! I can’t hear you, but just follow my voice. Keep walking, you’ll find me!”