Keeper Finder Novels & Stories

Emmy paused and blinked before drawling. “He’s a total package.” Miss Curls spared me another glance. Nevertheless, she quickly looked away and exchanged pleasantries with Emmy. Moments later, I learned that Miss Curls was Hannah Lovely, the owner of Villa No. 3. It was mostly just her in the villa. I couldn’t take my eyes off Hannah as she walked away. Standing beside me, Emmy noticed my staring and asked with a smile, “Is she your type? Do you want to get to know her better?”

Or would he just laugh that cold, mocking laugh? “Clara?” Liam squeezed my hand gently. I snapped back to the present and smiled at him. “I’m fine. Just… so happy.” Later, after the reception, the guests had gone home. Liam and I were getting ready to take a sleepy Leo home. “Mrs. Parker.” A courier stopped us. He was holding a long, narrow wooden crate. Almost the size of a coffin. "The sender was very specific about the time," the courier said. Liam tensed immediately.

“Put her bill and anything else she wants today on me.” The waiter bowed. She blinked. “I’m Krystal Hunter,” I said, offering a sleek, embossed business card Tomas had made. CEO of Hunter Holdings—a shell company, yes, but with silent legitimate shares spread across the world's most profitable industries. No one knew it yet, but I owned pieces of the next decade’s future. Real estate, technology, clean energy, luxury brands, food chains—even shares in her husband's political PR firm. Quietly, I had purchased them all.

They destroyed the kitchen, the living room, would have leveled the house if James hadn't arrived with pack warriors. "Enough!" James's command froze them both. "Aria, the phoenix is waking." I heard it then – my father's inhuman shriek from the basement where we'd contained him. The sound of reality burning. "We need to find Sarah," I said. "Now." "I know where Celeste took her," Kieran offered. "The Shadow Hunters have been tracking Chain Keeper movements for months." "Why would you help me?" "Because you're my mate." He said it simply, like it explained everything. "Both of ours, apparently, which should be impossible. But then, you're carrying the Reality Breaker. Impossible is becoming

Someone in the western pack. "Nana," I said. Kade was quiet. "The sensitivity she carries," I said slowly. "If she is a keeper. A trained keeper reads bond states in people around them. But an unshielded keeper who is medicated and restricted. The pull might still be working underneath the medication. Still reaching. Still looking for its compatible frequency." I paused. "Who in this pack is it pointing toward." Kade held my eyes. "Charlotte," he said. I sat very still.

Grandma May replied, “Oh well, your request puts me in a difficult situation. The psychicdiviners I know are competent. Where can I get you a liar on such short notice?” Kevin ended the call. He left his nana to worry about it since she was the one who picked Hayden as his prospective partner.

He had to know that I was a Hunter and he was trying to stay alive. Yea, that's what happened. He definitely knew, and he was smart enough to keep himself alive. That's what I told myself at least, it made me feel better. I finished blow drying my hair and slipped into a simple black dress, which was something I wore often. Then I got back into the bed, throwing pillows behind me so I could lean against the headboard as I opened my laptop, which was sitting next to the bed on the nightstand. "Jarvis, show me available contracts in our area." I said. "Of course, ma'am, here you are." He replied, and the screen of my laptop opened to a window with multiple contracts I could scroll through.

His phone rings and he answered it. "Tell me." Kyhe said to him. "The plate doesn't exist. Do you want to tell me why you ask me to ask someone to do a search thinking it's illegal?" Kuwain said explaining and asked. "I'm at Jhonia apartment this biker was called by the caretaker "her Guardian Angel" She then explained as we come that he has waited until she was safe home every night before leaving but she doesn't know who "he" or “she” is and wishes to find out. You always show up when something happens or when she's in trouble friend, is something you are not telling me?" Kyhe explained to him telling him what he now knows, but quickly reminded him he's similar to this person time to time

This is getting ridiculous. He’s tired. That’s all. Too much work. Not enough sleep. That’s it. He pushes off the wall. Maybe finding Kevin will help. End this night faster. He moves through the crowd, weaving past bodies, ignoring the occasional brush of hands and shoulders. Then he sees him. Kevin. Across the room. Not alone. At first, it doesn’t register. Just proximity. Someone standing too close. Leaning in. Then— It clicks. Kevin’s hand is on the guy’s waist.

“I don’t know if I can give you this information, Sher…” I stop him, quickly pull him by the shirt colar over the counter. “I suggest you tell me now, my woman is in danger, Kevin, you don’t want to see me lose my mind or do you?” Hunter made a fist and Kevin with panic in his eyes, stuttered when he talked: “Apartment 403 sir, but I think it’s better…”