I Found Me Novels & Stories

Lol. When I decided to write ‘Finding Us’, I told myself I was going to give it my all, despite the short amount of time I had to write it. Its former version, ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ a.k.a. ‘C. A. B.’, was a display of my amateurish writing and thinking — this, however, doesn’t mean ‘Finding Us’ portrays the highest level of professionalism or intelligence. This simply means I wrote ‘C. A. B.’ with my mind and ‘Finding Us’ with my heart.

He answered, and his expression changed almost instantly. "Sebastian." "What?" "We found the man." The room went completely still. Her heart slammed against her ribs. "Where?" Nathan looked over at her. "Three blocks from here." Sebastian's whole body went rigid. "How did you find him?" "He wants us to." A cold silence settled over all three of them. "He left something behind," Nathan continued. "What?" "A photograph." He handed it over. Sebastian looked at it once, his jaw tightening, then turned it slowly toward Zara.

My name came out of her mouth like a mistake. And for a second… I didn’t know what I felt. Not relief. Not anger. Something stuck in between. Like I was angry she ran away… But also relieved I finally found her. I hated that feeling. Because it meant she still had a place in whatever this was becoming. And that was when I said it. “Found you.” But even as the words left my mouth… I wasn’t sure if I had found her… or if I had just found trouble again.

I covered my ears but it still wouldn't go away…that laugh…that voice…'his' voice… "Finally…I found you…" Found you…found you…. He found me…he…found me…

Inhaling sharply, I treaded the well manicured bushes of my apartment building, just as I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. With my heart sinking in my stomach, I stopped and turned around. But to my utter surprise, I saw no one. I took a harsh gulp and clasped the straps of my bag tightly, before remembering that I had a can of pepper spray inside my bag. After the unforgettable ordeal that’d resulted in me discovering that Caruso was a mafia boss, I had gotten a can of pepper spray the next day to protect myself. Even though I had always hoped that I’d never have to use it, because I feared I would be too panic-stricken to spray it properly.

“Who found him.” Jamal looked at me. Washington looked at me. I felt the flash drive in my boot against my ankle. “I did sir,” I said.

I’d never been this happy before and, generally, I was really happy. As I got on the highway, I couldn’t wait to let my parents know that I had found her. I had found my mate. I got my phone out of my pocket and scrolled down to my dad’s number. I hoped he wasn’t out at Wolfe Ranch working with Uncle Owen today. I hated interrupting him. I pressed the call button and waited. He answered moments later. “Hey, Lacy. What’s up?” “I found my mate!” I said happily. “Congratulations! What's her name?”

I guess it’s that’s the work of the mate pull. She was about to say something when I turned back and left. I have to leave before I say or do something stupid. I entered my room and shut the door, I still can’t believe she’s the mate I’ve searching for all these years. I picked up my phone and dialed Alex’s number, he picked up after a few rings. “What’s up, man?” Alex says. “ I just found my mate,” I say. “Wow!” Alex exclaimed happily. “I’m happy for you man. And who’s the lucky girl?” He asks.

He looked like someone who searched. And found. I didn’t run. I don’t know why. Maybe because I was tired of running. Or maybe because a part of me wanted to be seen again. Really seen. I stepped out slowly. He turned. And for a moment, the world pressed pause. He looked like hell. Eyes sunken. Collar slightly askew. Like he’d been driving all night and never stopped to think of how ridiculous he might seem. “You found me,” I said quietly. His throat worked. “I’ve been looking for days.”

This was a trick or an illusion, I could feel it in my bones. It was him, it was really him. I had found him, I had found my Charlie.