He Found Me Book Novels & Stories

I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. “Were you able to find them?” He asked. “Um... yes,” she said, pretending like she hadn’t been thinking something else. “Wow, that’s amazing!” He said excitedly. “How did you do it?” “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you and Dana when we get back home. I’m guessing she told you I found this.” “She then brought out the book and gave it to him. He collected it and looked through it, flipping the pages.”

he admitted, his voice tinged with curiosity. I leaned forward, my eyes locked with his. "Well, Alpha Dante, I happened to come across this book in the hospital," I began, relishing in the suspense. "And I couldn't help but wonder if it belonged to Aurelia. I have been searching for her everywhere I could, to ask her if this was her book but I didn't find her." His brows furrowed, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "You've been searching for Aurelia and didn't find her?" he questioned, his tone laced with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

He asked pulling me out of my thoughts. "How did I find what?" I asked don't caching his question. "The secret library. How did you find it?" He repeated looking at me. "Chance." I said. "I mistakingly stumbled upon it's secret pathway." "There no pathway." He said to me looking confused. Was he saying that there was no secret Library or that there was nothing like a pathway to the the secret library? "The book." I said. "The book that was the key to the library." Looking at him to see his reaction. Then his eyes widened a little bit in realization.

I could the confusion plastered on his face. I chuckled, "Yup. He gave me a book, told me that lycanthropes do exists and told me that my favorite author, Priam is one." I said, smiling from ear to ear like a fool. "So how did you find out?" he said, "if he only disclose about Priam, how the hell did you find out about me?" he asked, pulling me back, stopping me from walking.

He grabbed my hair and snapped my head back, coming within inches of my face. “You’re gonna run out of jokes soon enough. The laughs are gonna dry up quickly around here unless you tell me where I can find Cutter’s book.” “Sorry, still doesn’t ring a bell.” I smiled. I saw something catch his attention from inside the kitchen. He sheathed his knife, walked away, and then returned with a dusty phonebook. “Maybe this will help ring a few bells.” He grinned, before blowing the layer of dust into my face.

Tammy's POV "Where is it?" I mutter, rummaging through the pile of books on the ground, hoping to find the book with the symbol. I woke up at the crack of dawn, with finding the book as the first thing on my mind, and it's been hours since I started searching, but to no avail. If anything, I managed to find that papa had a large collection of books, and he also stored my books from fourth grade. I had shed a few tears upon discovering them, and went back to my mission

I blew on the dusty leather, so that I could see it better, causing more dust particles to float around. Opening it up, my eyes skimmed over the pages, drinking in the words. My eyes widened when I realized that this was what we searched for. 'Darian!' I called out to him through a mind-link, 'I found something!' Darian was at my side before I could even blink. He ripped the book from my hands and began reading the words more closely. "Are you sure this is them?" he asked as he reread the page. I nodded my head. "How do you know...?"

she r; heed. I was so disappointed by that reply,he I do not know how to deal with disappointment. “Alright, thank you.” I walked away. I nibbled with my fingers until I got into the car. I do not know what exactly to do. “Now that's where my gift comes in. I always plan ahead, he must have taken the book with him because wants to stare at it every second.” I smiled at this. I switched on my phone and put on tracker to know where to find them. I looked carefully until I got what I was looking for.

My eyes went down to his hand, to notice the book. "You found it.” I muttered. He nodded, before stepping closer, “It fell when you bumped into me.” From my perspective, it looked like he wasn't sure if to invade my space at that moment. "I wasn't sure where to find you. I checked the library first.” His voice came out, and I realised it was something that was truly pleasing to hear. “It's okay. Thank you for bringing it, I thought I lost it.” I said with a small smile, before taking the work from his hand.

"No title? Where did you find this book?" I don't answer him because I have no way of explaining how I found the book on my bed without him thinking I'm lying. So, I keep my lips sealed while he opens the book and goes through it very briefly. It doesn't take long for him to eye me over the edge of the book and snap it shut. I have the feeling something bad is about to happen.