Rejected Lost And Found Novels & Stories

I frowned and waited for him to explain it a bit. “Yeah. You accepted the rejection and maybe you may have a second chance mate.” Finn answered. I sat in my position, thinking about what Finn had just said. A second chance mate? That was a possibility I never even thought of. So did that mean that I should look for my mate? I huffed and walked to the tree with low branches, where he had spent time with Carol during our first meetings. Being in this part of the woods was nostalgic. Those days may have been hard, but those were the memories that I would forever cherish.

So far, the move had been seamless, but I couldn’t help but feel a little sad that I was starting a new chapter without the love of my life. Check-in was painless. I had reserved two rooms that connected so that the kids would have room to spread out. I was exhausted from driving, and they were tired from riding, so I pulled out the room service menu and ordered burgers and fries for the kids and a sirloin Caesar salad for myself. I really did not have an appetite. Since Sterling had died, I had lost about twenty-five pounds, and I knew my mother was going to say something about it the minute I stepped into her house. “OK, let’s get some showers. The food should be here by the time we’re don

There was still plenty of time to go from door to door, and maybe I could wrangle a place to stay if I could find another job. As I checked over my shoulder for signs of Griff and found none, part of me relaxed. The other part, which was mostly Beki, sighed with a heavy disappointment. My steps slowed as I reached the row of rusty caravans, and it dawned on me that I hadn’t left myself a change of clothes. Finding the overgrown backyard empty, I darted into the space between the fourth and last vehicle. The case we’d taken from Hell stood outside the door with a note attached with sticky tape.

Her disappearance has ruined my lovely day—the day I planned to give her a nice treat. I called a police officer to help me with the search, which proved abortive. I never knew that she had left the city entirely. That was what crushed me. The fact that I hadn't seen Iris made me emaciated, and my business was going down gradually.

A stranger's kindness brought a trace of warmth back to my dead, disappointed heart. Perhaps this was the reason I was brought back in time. This chance allowed me to know the truth of everything that happened, and it also made me realize that this world was not just full of malicious people. After bidding Mary farewell, I followed the address to the apartment. I did not expect the lights to be on when I walked in. A soft and gentle voice greeted me. "Are you Joseph? Hi, I'm Wendy. I was cleaning the place up for you. Otherwise, there's no way you can sleep here tonight."

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.

And it was there that Emma first met Callum, who helped her. "You're coming again?" asked Derek with a sweet smile. "Derek, be honest with me. You must know about my parent's whereabouts, or you're the one who kept them captive." Derek squinted. "Why do you say that?" "I heard that both my parents have left Aberwood. They were lost in the forbidden forest, and so far, no human will be able to survive from there unless captured by your people and Callum. Currently, Callum has never patrolled around the forbidden forest area. Only you went there. It must be you who hid my parents."

"We'll have to worry about that once we’ll be there, come on let's go'' We went straight to the store she indicated. They welcomed us and retrieved their dress. We asked about the phone and the store manager went to check out. After a moment, he came back with the phone in his hands. He explained that the doorman found it on the floor yesterday so they kept it with the lost items, in case someone came back for it.. After confirming her identity Anna gratefully recovered her phone .And I could say, she finally calmed down.

I set the phone face down and don't look at it again. Then I gather everything, the archive screenshots, the restitution claim, the ownership chain documentation, all of it, and I put it in a folder and I get dressed to go see Professor Moreau, and I think about Bernard Allard sitting in Geneva with his respected collection and his museum donation and his careful documentation, and I think about Rachel Weis at twenty-two filing a claim for her father's stolen inventory in 1946 and receiving six of fourteen works back. Eight unlocated. One of them is located now..