Please Find Me Novels & Stories

Well, I found none. I stood up looking at the mirror, I took my phone and called Jason. “Dum!Dum!....Dum!Dum!”….”hello the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later. Thank you!”….a soft feminine voice responded. I need advice, I need help. What do I do?

God if you can hear me please help me out. I get up from bed, then I went to make me some coffee so I can continue my job hunt. I opened the newspaper, then boom right there I found it. They are looking for a personal assistant for a Mr Melendez in M. D headquarters he answered my prayers oh thank you. Beep beep!! Beep beep!! 'just a few more minutes' muttering in my sleepy state. After a few minutes my phone rang for frickin sakes who's calling me so early.

PING. The sharp sound of Miller’s phone buzzing on his desk cut through his laughter. He picked it up, sliding his thumb across the screen. I watched as his smile slowly faded, replaced by a look of confusion. He looked up at me. “Hey, Calix... did you lose your phone?” My hands instantly flew to my pockets, Empty. My heart flipped inside my chest. “Shit. Yeah, I can't find it. Why?” “Some unknown number just texted me,” Miller said, squinting at the screen. “It says… ‘Tell Sinclair I have his phone. If he wants it back, tell him to meet me at Halo Café first thing tomorrow morning.' Who the hell is that?” He frowned.

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Sam explained. “Genius plan” said Mika. “Its genius but we don’t know if Juma will agree to meet with her.” I said. “But its worth a try.I only need her full name and possibly the name of your previous school.” said Sam. I gave Sam all the information he needed and he began his search, using an app he found on the dark web that could find anyone from around the world. It took only ten minutes to find her. “Aha! There she is. Come have a look. I need to confirm if it’s really her.” said Sam.

Will it answer all my questions and grant my wishes? What's the harm in trying though? It's not like I have anything to lose. I put on my glasses, and take my seat. I click on the link, and all I find is a phone number displayed on a red background. I raise a brow and keep scrolling till I get to the bottom of the page. But that's it. Just... A phone number. I scroll through again, just to be sure I didn't miss anything. But I find nothing but this number. Is this some sort of prank?

Zara frowned, watching the crowd for a moment before shaking it off. She wasn’t a child. Chloe would return. Another drink arrived. Then another. And somewhere between the noise and the lights and the fading edge of her frustration, her phone buzzed. Zara blinked at the screen. Unknown number. She frowned slightly and opened it. One line. “Resume by 9 a.m. tomorrow.” No greeting. No explanation. No congratulations. Just instruction. Zara stared at it for a long moment. Then let out a slow breath, leaning back slightly as the meaning settled in.

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“How did you find me?” He smiled, slow and unbothered. “Good afternoon to you too.” I crossed my arms. “Nikolas.” “It wasn’t hard,” he said lightly. “That’s not an answer.” He shrugged. “You’d be surprised how easy it is to find someone when you actually want to.” I narrowed my eyes. “You didn’t have my number. Or my address. Or anything.” “And yet,” he said, glancing around the street, “here I am.”

“Found her. Sending you the address now.” A slow smile spreads across my face as I watch the location pin drop into our message thread. Found you, Georgia.