Me Looking For Who Asked Novels & Stories

These men were thorough. I watched them from my peripheral vision and kept eating. I was Lisa Mores here, a native of this country. Get that into your skull, Elara! They reached our table. I looked up. "Sorry to interrupt," the man said, in a way that communicated he wasn't particularly sorry. "We're looking for someone. Mind if we ask you a few questions?" "Of course," I said pleasantly. He looked at me, Kate, and then back at me. "Your ID?" he said.

I gasped in disbelief as I looked around to emphasize exactly where we were. “Yep,” he replied. “Good luck with that,” I said mockingly as I picked up my pace. I was about twenty feet away from him when I heard him say, “You look like you might fit the description of who I seek., Are you Casey Merker?” I stopped in my tracks. “What do you want with Casey?” I asked nervously, while refusing to turn and look at him. “She’s who I search for,” he explained impatiently. “Why?” I continued, still not looking at him.

the voice said. “Who are you?” I asked looking around without caring that i looked crazy. “There's only one way to find out, come” the voice said

A serious expression overtakes my face. “This changes everything.” I state. “I know.” He replies. I bite my lip. “I seem only to find more questions the more I uncover things about myself.” Lionel smiles ruefully. “There is one person who might have the answers.” “Yes.” I say softly. “I think we should call Mr. Holder.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: THE SHAPE WE DON’T FORCE Lena's Pov The question came from someone who didn’t know me well enough to be careful. “So… where is this all going?” It was asked lightly, over coffee, the kind of curiosity people dressed up as interest when they wanted a neat answer. I didn’t take offense. I’d asked myself the same thing once only with more urgency, more fear. I stirred my drink slowly, watching the surface settle before I answered.

He queries, squirting his eyes at me. This question caught me off guard. I didn’t think he would ask for a name and right now no name is popping into my head but I have to say something. “Stacy,”I said. “Who’s Stacy?” He asked, confused. “You asked for her name, her name is Stacy.” I repeated again.

“Someone is outside, says he wants to see you,” I look up, confused. “Who?” “Hunter Steele,” That name drains all color off my face.

I asked, not missing a beat. Just as I finished my question, a friend request notification popped up on my phone. The sender? Cole.

April's pov "April," I almost jumped out of my seat startled when I heard my name being called out in the loudest voice. I looked up from my phone to look in the direction of the person who called me. I raised my brows at the person questioningly. "Why are you looking at me like that? You do realize that you are in a group discussion, right?"the guy who called me asked. His name was Marcus. "Of course, I do Marcus."I told him with a confused expression on my face.

Surprisingly it was only Nick who was shouting my name over and over. “What are you doing here?” “Nothing… What about you? Why’d you have to yell my name… You could’ve just walked up to me like normal.” “Ah sorry, I just finished my classes, do you want to go to the clubroom? There’s someone asking for you there.” “Someone asking for me? Who is it?” “I don’t know, Alex just messaged me to tell you if I see you… Come on…” Hmm, there is someone asking to meet me at the clubroom who it might be.