I Need Someone Novels & Stories

" I hear you." Fuck. I can't believe I just fucked this up. I sigh deeply and unlock his car and get out. I shut the door and started to walk towards my apartment without looking back. I need to talk to someone. I seriously need to speak with someone. My friends, Tanner and Roxie can definitely help. I pull out my phone and shoot Tanner a text. ME: You wanna grab a cold one with me and Roxie later today? I really need to talk to someone.

She picked up her phone and stared at his caller ID, eager to press the call button but at the same time, not wanting to seem easy. Sighing, she locked her phone and set it aside, leaning to rest her head on her desk and letting out a dry sob. "If you miss him that much you could just call, you know" Becky suggested, watching her friend in amusement. "It's not that easy" she mumbled, sighing into her arm. "I can't just call him, he'll think I'm an easy fix" "And this is why I don't do commitments" she sighed dramatically. "I just need a break" she sobbed.

I don't want to need it. I refuse to even consider that at some point in my life I will need someone. I cannot afford it because simply nobody has been there for me in the most difficult moments. I have had to survive alone for too long, I have had to fend for myself and pull myself up to move on. I feel like chasing after him, following him and telling him everything that comes to mind. I want to yell at him that I am not that anyone he thinks, but the problem is that I am.

“Is that everything?” “Uh… No, I need some help with contacting people and arranging for them to meet with me. Can you recommend someone to me for the short term while I search for someone to take over permanently? Heck, for all I know, I’ll need more than one.” “I’ll send someone here as soon as I can. There’s someone I think that will fit the bill.” “That would be so helpful. It’s not funny. I just want to get this right and not look like a foolish bumpkin who doesn’t know a thing about anything.”

I forced out a smile before focusing on making cookies. “My lady, could it be that you are not happy here?” Cassandra carefully asked. I laughed. “I am happy to be here, except that I’m missing something.” “What is that?” “All I need is a friend, to be with me, making memories and having fun, someone who I can meet, and try to express myself to, someone who knows my true personality, who is with me through my happiness and sadness and with me in my time of need. Someone who would stick with me through thick and thin. Someone who would be with me through the good and crazy times that we become a part of each other's lives,” I smiled at Cassandra, hoping that she would understand what I was tr

“What do you need me to do?” “I need you to find her. I want to see her again, I have to see her again.”

“Okay, what do you want to do then?” I could only think of one person that could explain everything to me. The same person who had promised that he would meet me and explain everything. “I need to meet Eros.” I hit the speed dial and put my phone against my ear, waiting for him to pick up the call.

So I ended up paying a witch heavily for a spell to summon the moon goddess, and now here I am- asking her for my mate. "I know what you mean, my child, but everyone has their time," she assures me. "When will mine come?" I ask her, impatient. I don't care how I sound at the moment. I am desperate for a mate- just someone to cling to in this empty life of mine. I have no family and no friends. Only some associates that I work with once in a while. It doesn't help that my work is somewhat solitary. I am done with this. I need someone, or else I am going to lose myself.

"I need to make a call. Please, let me call a friend. I just need to tell her that I'm all right." "Her?"

I reached the window right in time to see his tall, dressed in red, figure as he walked across the street to his home. The warmth of his soft lips and the gentle way his tongue touched mine was intoxicating. I wanted more. So much more…and tomorrow was a day with Matt again. I sighed both with longing and with sadness. “Adrian?!” I shook my head and my eyes flew to my mobile. Should I call him back? Must I? Is he deserving of my calling? I massaged my face with my palms, closing my eyes at a loss. I had no idea what I was going to do, but there was this heavy, overwhelming sensation.