Lost You Found You Novels & Stories

Ashley: You know me always caring Me: Yes but only for me Ashley: Yes only for my best friend Me: Well I need to go Ashley: What Y? Me: I’m probes close to my locker Ashley: K, but u better text me when u go to lunch Me: I will, I’ll even text u if I get bored in class k? Ashley: K ttyl. Bye Me: Bye

“What happened?” Zara tried to speak. She failed the first time. Her breath hitched instead. “I lost my job,” she said finally, voice cracking halfway through. Silence. “What?” Zara shook her head slightly, like she still couldn’t believe it herself. “He sent me home. He said I wasn’t… present. I made one mistake, Chloe. One.” Her voice rose slightly, then broke again. “And now it’s gone.” Chloe stepped closer, her expression shifting instantly from confusion to concern.

Before my mother passed away, she often told me, "You must first learn to love yourself before you can love others." Looking back now, she was absolutely right. I had already lost sight of myself, which was why I ended up losing my lover and child as well. After the meal, I heard a buzzing coming from the couch. When I walked over, I realized the buzzing came from Serene's tablet. It had been buzzing nonstop with notifications from her messaging app. In the past, I would never touch any of her devices. According to her, all her messages contained company secrets, since she was in charge of a major company.

the city where I lost myself, found myself, and found happiness again. "Goodbye, New York." I mumbled under my breath.

Things that are lost are meant to be found. But is it true always? No. Maybe at tomes you loose something but there is no way you can find them. Or maybe you could but it is not worth it. Maybe it is better that its lost. Ariadne lost a part of herself but that was for good. The part she lost could be found but she would hate that. She wont want her back old self back because that's gone for good. It took her years to be someone she never thought she could be. And that was going to be worth it.

she added, nudging my shoulder and winking. I smiled, even though I didn’t have the words to explain what it felt like with Jayden. It wasn’t just butterflies. It was something deeper, like... I didn’t want to imagine life without him. “I’ve found my person,” I said quietly. “I won’t mess this up.” “I hope not,” she replied, her voice low and serious. “Just don’t let your attitude ruin it. Hold yourself.” “I won’t.” “It’s not easy to find a guy like that,” she said, softer this time.

She picked it up, marveling at the smooth, opalescent surface and the subtle, rich texture—it was clearly priceless. I quickly raised my voice. "Put that down!" Vivian jumped in surprise, letting go of the hair clip. It slipped from her hand and shattered into pieces as it hit the floor. The rest of us froze, our faces changing instantly. Zeke and Hendrick rushed over in panic. "Vivian, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Vivian opened her hand, revealing a deep cut across her palm, likely from the moonstone hairpin. Zeke quickly took her hand in his, worry filling his voice as he shouted, "Where's the first aid kit?"

Losing Joy was a heavy blow for Damian, and the loss changed his life profoundly. One day, Joy suddenly disappeared without a trace. Damian and his family, along with the authorities, conducted an extensive search. They put up posters, contacted the media, and searched every possible place that could be Joy's location. However, despite all their efforts, Joy was still nowhere to be found. During the months of searching, Damian felt as if there was a deep emptiness in his life. Anxiety and longing for his best friend plagued his daily life. He felt disconnected from the world he once knew, and everything seemed bleak without Joy.

I said again, this time barely a whisper, “despite the discomfort I was feeling in my belly. I… I kept telling myself to hold on, that I just needed to see you, and everything would be fine, because you…” My voice broke, then my chest cracked open, and everything I had buried for years spilled out. “I found you,” I choked, tears flooding my face. “I found you… and you were holding another woman in your arms. Kissing her. Touching her. As if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.” His brows knit, his mouth opening in confusion and disbelief. “Wait… m-me? Ele…” “Because of you!” I screamed, the sound ripping from my lungs, “I lost our pup! My baby!”

Just the truth — raw, heavy, and real — between us. And when his thumb brushed away my tears, his words were barely a whisper. “I lost six years,” he said softly, “but somehow, I still found my way back to you." His hand tightened weakly around mine. His eyes softened, tired but full of everything we’d lost — and everything we still had. “We found our way back,” he murmured. I leaned over him, tears spilling freely, and whispered, “And this time… I’m not letting go.”