He Found Me Book Novels & Stories

“She went down toward the cafeteria a short while ago.” I took the stairs instead of waiting for the lift. The movement sent fire through my ribs, but the need to find her burned hotter. The ground floor opened in front of me, bright lights and the low hum of visitors. I scanned the open space near the café. Then I saw her.

Ending up here was a mistake and I also needed to leave. “You think if there was a book with that spell I wouldn't have found it?” He looked into my eyes with his light green eyes. Beautiful yet sad at the same time. “I spent the first year of my life after the old man left me, searching for a way out. I tore every book down, desperately turning page by page of every single book.” He paused and looked over all the books on the shelf. “I found nothing.” he mumbled.

“Right. So, are we gonna make a title right now?” “Wait, mind telling me what is that book you are reading?” He flash a little grin on his face before scratching the back of his ear. “It’s nothing. Just a book I wanted to read a long long time ago but I haven’t got the chance to find one in the bookstore.” I flip the cover page and saw the very familiar book cover so I chuckled. “You haven’t found one? Glad I bought one last Friday. My friend recommended it to me before!” “You read Looking for Alaska?”

I must go to the Manga Official Bookstore to buy the limited edition book. AS USUAL, when morning came she did her morning routine. This day is her last day staying in Japan. She felt sad but what can she do? She's destined to flew another country to hide—well, not completely hide since Yvrozz already know her location no matter how hard she tried to hide it. The only thing that left is to train her legs for the running. As long as Yvrozz can't touch her and say 'Found You' she's still safe but if she caught her in his arms while uttering the words 'Found You', she's doomed.

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I got to admit, he has whistling skills. “Why do you look so devastated?” The old man noticed me and saw my defeated face. He raised his brow and put his headphones down. “I can’t find the book I’m looking for.” I complained “Hm, what book is it? Maybe I know it?” He rested his chin on his hands holding the mop and faced my way. “How can you know it sir? Even the web didn’t have answers.” I replied. I just lost hope at this point, my eyes were strained already.

what else would he have expected from me? "I told you already that I found the book in the bungalow near the centre." He said casually. "And you shouldn't have hit me like this over a silly matter." I think I hit him slightly. Shit! I should have broken his nose. "Huh!! Actually, I didn't find the book. Blake found the book from there and asked me to give to you. And... I thought why don't switch the place? You were like Tom and Jerry so I thought to grab this opportunity to gain a place in your stone... Hmmpp.." He cleared his throat dramatically. "Your pretty heart." He rubbed his head once again.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

I finally found it and made my way to it. I looked for a particular book. A Clockwork Orange—that's what he said its name will be. I sat down and looked at the bottom rack but there wasn't any book by that name, I looked for fifteen minutes and still couldn't find it until I caught a glimpse of some book laying under the rack. I slid my hand under it and pulled the book out. I sighed in relief as I read the name “A Clockwork Orange”

“What are you trying to hide… or find?” “Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just curious.” When she left, I didn’t waste a second. With help from a guard, I made my way to the mansion’s library. It was grand and silent. Shelf after shelf towered around me, thick with dust and forgotten knowledge. I ran my fingers along spines, reading titles, flipping pages, losing track of time. Then I found it. A book that didn’t look like it belonged. It was old, dusty, and tucked high up on the shelf. The title was etched in faded red ink: