He Found Me Book Novels & Stories

They traced from one end of the shelf to the other meticulously. "Are you looking for this?" a voice behind me made me turn and look at her. Seth stood there with the book I was looking for in his hand. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I found the book even though it wasn't on the shelf, and my eyes didn't misrecognize the place. I nodded and walked over to him with a pile of books in my hands. "Yeah, there's only one of those books here. I was worried someone borrowed it, and I came too late to get it." I walked towards my chair earlier while directing Seth to follow me.

“Oh, the one you liked the most.” “I wonder where it is.” “I’ll help you find it out. Wait.” They both searched throughout the room but were unable to find it. In the end, he found he found it behind the table. He picked it up and dusted off all the dust off it, then stared at the cover closely. A smile spreads across his face seeing the cover. “Mom…….”. He held onto the book tightly in his chest, as his emotions start overflowing. Suddenly he heard a voice calling his name.

"You could say that." I didn't appreciate his cryptic reply. "You found me, so obviously you already know the answer. How did you find me, by the way?" His lips curled up, satisfaction, back on his face. He walked around his desk and opened the top drawer. When he pulled out a small leather bound book, I inhaled sharply -it was my diary! My journal where I wrote all of my nonsense, little girl thoughts and where I drew picture after picture, all things I found beautiful. He must have salvaged it from the fire.

"You could say that." I didn't appreciate his cryptic reply. "You found me, so obviously you already know the answer. How did you find me, by the way?" His lips curled up, satisfaction, back on his face. He walked around his desk and opened the top drawer. When he pulled out a small leather bound book, I inhaled sharply -it was my diary! My journal where I wrote all of my nonsense, little girl thoughts and where I drew picture after picture, all things I found beautiful. He must have salvaged it from the fire.

“I kind of did.” “What does kind of did mean?” He sat up well, crossing his legs and folding his arms across his chest. “I found… I didn’t find the book, but then I found something glowing in the corner. And when I went over there to open the shelf that the glow was coming from to check the back, I found that it was glued shut.” “Well did you break it?” “I tried.” He then raised his hand up to show me bandages around his knuckles. “You’re not healing,” I said.

I felt slightly frustrated and deeply curious. “What is it? Find something interesting?” Liam’s voice came from behind me. I lifted the book slowly and showed it to him. “This is the cover I’ve been looking for all this time but I don’t know how to contact the person who made it.” Liam leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed. “I’ll find them,” he said casually. “Don’t worry.” I turned quickly, looking at him with hope. “You’ll really look for them?” He nodded lightly, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. “Yeah. You’ll need this for your book anyway, right?”

He came closer, and I opened the drawers and checked underneath the pillows, and the duvet, but the book wasn’t there. “I can’t find it,” I announced shakily. “I left it right here, and now I can’t find it anymore.” “What?” He also started helping me search the table and every other place the book could be. “Are you sure you left it here?” “Believe me, Nathan,” I answered almost immediately. “I hadn’t taken a step out of this room, I was reading the book, just this afternoon and now it’s gone.” “How is that possible?” He was also in disbelief. “Did the book suddenly grow magical legs and then escape?”

he raised his brows at me. "I hate you…" "And I love you too…" I was red after his confession. My throat got dried and I snatched the pass from him to enter the library. If not today then never. I was confident to get answers. So, I went inside and started to look through sections and find the one I was looking for. History, yep!! I was looking through the shelves to find the book I was looking for. But there were thousands of books and I got little time to look at what I was looking for?

I had promised myself right then and there that I would make him mine no matter what. The next time we saw each other was at a local bookstore, where I was working as a librarian. When I saw him, I was baffled as a few days ago he looked like death but seeing him again, how he was looking around scrutinizing books trying to find the perfect one to read made my chest feel warm. I finally summoned up the courage to walk over to him and ask him what book in particular he wanted. “H-hello. I saw you looking around for a book in particular. Mind if I help?” I shyly asked him, fluttering my eyes at him. He looked very bored and disinterested, but I could see the slight gaze he swept at my breasts.

I took a deep breath feeling thankful he left before anyone saw. “Oh yeah you were looking for slug’s right.” He walked back over to me, handing me a book and walking back off without another word. I fumble with the catch about to drop the book “The Ultimate Guide to Slugology.” I dragged my hand over the slimy, brittle cover shocked on how he even knew but on the inside I smirked. Pondering how he knew I was searching for it, he probably had Strange Magic too but… wouldn’t he need it as well.