He Found Me Book Novels & Stories

My voice croaked, dry from lack of sleep, from panic, from something I did not want to admit. Silence. I swallowed hard, gritting on, shoulders tightened, snapped my neck to the side. And then— I found him. Standing in front of the fireplace that hasn’t been in use for ages. Relief slammed into me, sharp and instant. All of me unclenched, expelling a breath from me in a shuddering exhale. But it did not take too long. Because then I had a view of what was in his hand. My notebook. The lust went straight out the window. I could tell exactly what page had been opened.

He asked as I picked up the call. “I am where you are not". I answered him and he chuckled. “Bro, I found a book that might interest you". My ears stood on edge as I heard him. "What did the book contain?”. I asked because I wanted to know if the book was worth my time. "It contains information about the poison that you are desperately looking for”. "Where are you?”. I asked him urgently. "I am at home”. He replied "I am coming right away”. I drove towards Jake's apartment. I met him in the garden drinking a glass of juice.

I would have been more careful with it if I knew the book was important. I opened my mouth to talk, but ended up closing it back. Then I swallowed the lump in my throat, praying to the goddess for him not to scold me or be super mad at me for misplacing the book. “I’ll find it,” I said slowly, not meeting his gaze. “What?” He muttered in disbelief, and our eyes met. “I promise, I’ll find it.” I added again, then his expression changed.

No way he was talking about- "You asked me to find you." The room shifted almost as if it was just two of us ,every sound inside the bookstore faded into the background. My mouth went dry. Because buried somewhere in chapter twenty-three of Sensational Devotion was a line I'd written at three in the morning. A line nobody was supposed to take seriously. A line spoken by a heroine waiting for a man she couldn't forget. "Find me." My heartbeat slammed against my ribs. His head tilted, eyes never leaving mine.As if he already seen the realization forming,like he'd known exactly which book to bring.

"Don’t fight me on this. You don’t want the cash, fine. Take this instead. You ever need anything... and I mean anything—you call that number. Someone’ll answer. You say my name. That’s it." Adriano. God. I shot up, heart pounding, limbs shaky. I tore through the living room, flipping couch cushions, pulling open drawers I hadn’t opened in months, digging under stacks of unpaid bills and old textbooks. Then I remembered. My book. I rushed to the shelf and yanked down my favorite worn paperback, the one I read over and over when I couldn’t sleep. My fingers fumbled through the pages and there it was, fluttering out. The card hit the floor.

With a groan, I shifted in my seat, rolling my eyes as I muttered, “You’re the one who told me to go to bed. And now you’re calling me while I’m trying to do just that. What is it?” “I think I found something,” he said. His voice had that tone of urgency that made me sit up straight, my sleepiness vanishing instantly. “What is it?” I asked, my heart skipping a beat. I couldn’t help it—my mind raced with possibilities. “Come here. Look at this,” he urged, passing me one of the books. He pointed to a line of text, his finger tracing the words. I squinted at it, reading and re-reading the passage, struggling to absorb its meaning. It took me three tries before it finally clicked. My breath caug

More impossible to resist. More mine. I swallow hard, my restraint hanging by the thinnest thread as I close the distance between us. "Found you." My voice comes out rougher than I intended, hoarse with want and barely leashed control. The sound echoes in the quiet space between us like a gunshot. Her eyes snap up, wide and startled, the book forgotten in her lap. "How—how did you find me so fast?" I smirk, taking another step closer, watching the way her breath catches. "You're in a library, Sunshine. That was pretty obvious." My gaze drops deliberately to the watch circling her delicate wrist. "But I can't say I didn't get a little help."

Now, here I was with Henry and I on the same lane when I could have found the book before him in the first place. I glanced at the crumpled up sheet of paper containing half of the list of books that Alpha Derek had written and I looked at the title and author of the book. Glancing around, I wanted to begin my search for it, aware that Henry was already underway with his own search when I decided to inform him about finding my second book. "Henry! Henry!" I called out with glee in my voice. "I have found my second book!" When he didn't answer after about ten seconds, I decided to call him again, certain that he was deciding to ignore me.

He stared at me with teary eyes. “Why did you leave without listening to me? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” I was afraid, and a lot of thoughts rushed through my mind. I had no idea how he managed to find me. Perhaps he noticed my fear, so he explained, “You went to a bookstore once. One of my friends, who also came here for graduate school, works there. He saw you and told me. “Otherwise, I’d still be searching for you.” I felt a bit relieved, but I still stood in the doorway and blocked him from coming in.

pushing her chair away, Talia jumped up and bolted up to her room, leaving the others staring at her retreating figure. Grabbing the children's stoy book she had been drawn to earlier, Talia sprinted back to the kitchen, greeted with confused faces as they noted the book in her hands. "I knew there was something that was pulling me to this book.", she said as she flicked through the pages at lightening speed, knowing where to seek the information she wanted. Finding the page, she stabbed it with her index finger. "Here! Here it is!", Talia excitedly tapped the dog-eared book, her eyes darting back and forth as she scannned the words.