Lost You Found You Novels & Stories

I didn't find those spiritual eyes anyplace I didn't find that glowing face anyplace Neither I found those heartfelt talks Nor that fresh youthful attractiveness anyplace I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You I didn't find that romantic laugh at anyplace I didn't find that pleasing fragrance anyplace I didn't witness that colourful style/grace at anyplace I didn't find that lovely innocence at anyplace Always remain as you are I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like you I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like you I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like you

He pecked my lips before continuing, "Yeah, I'm happy that I lost you the first time because if I hadn't lost you then I wouldn't have known your worth but I'm I found you again because I needed you and I will always need you." I wanted to feel touched by his words but at the same time, I felt angry at it. "So I'm just some kind of a lost but found girl to you?" I spat, glaring at him. He tickled me and I started laughing. "Nope, because I found you after you left home before another guy found you and made you his during my absence." He explained and I understood what he meant. I cupped his face and squished his cheeks together. "I love you so much, baby. You stood by me. You fought for us."

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…

Every turn I took, I felt your love, Did you got lost, For me to find you, my love?' Enjoy reading and leave your thoughts about the chapter in the comments section -T

He tried to reach out to your Mom, but he couldn't find any trace of her. You see, your Mom had so much money of her own, but when we tried to trace her account, we realized that all the money in her account had been wiped out. We thought she had changed her identity and gone to a different country, probably because she didn't want to have anything to do with us.

I was like a woman possessed, driven by a fierce determination to find my husband. Kaye watched me with a mixture of amusement and contempt, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. She seemed to be enjoying my desperation, reveling in my misery. As I searched the apartment, I couldn't help but feel like a kid who had lost their favorite toy. I was frantic, searching every nook and cranny, convinced that Gael was hiding somewhere, waiting for me to find him.

He gave me the romance I used to think just wasn't in the cards for me. The old pain? It faded. Resting in his arms, I brushed a hand over my swollen belly and finally understood something simple. Sometimes you have to lose the wrong guy to find the right one. Some people aren't meant to stay. They leave so something better can show up. And this time? I got lucky.

He feared outsiders would know he was involved with the girl he'd raised since childhood, that it would hurt his reputation. So their relationship had always been confined to this house, and he'd found any excuse to push her away. Samuel gripped the couple's shirt on the hanger, his tears fell on it. Only now did he realize how much love he had missed from Ophelia. Now, not only was Ophelia gone, but their baby was gone, too. He didn't even know where to find her. But he had to find her. He knew he could lose anything in this world but her.

I pressed my thumb—just once—at the base of her spine, a touch meant only for her, and felt some of the electricity bleed off—the kind that cooks or kills depending on where you ground it. “Then I’m afraid your return was for nothing,” I said, and raised my voice half a notch so the room could stop guessing and start relaxing. “Because I have found my fated and true mate. If she chooses me, she will be the Luna. I don’t wish to have any relations with you, and I hope I’m making that abundantly clear.”

“You are the Kings. You have so much to lose. You will see soon enough.” Above us, in the ancient, twisted streets of Prague, the gears began to turn. The evaluation was over. The hunt had begun.