Rejected Lost And Found Novels & Stories

Voss was already moving before Lucien finished giving the order, which meant he'd started before it was an order at all. "Node 3B," he said into the comm, already at the door. "Decommissioned annex, east archive wing. That's where the ping lands once you filter out relay noise. I've got two on the ground now, ETA 90 seconds." "Decommissioned," Kaela repeated. "Fourteen years," Adair said, still at the screen. "Sealed after the claimant intake reforms went through the first time. Nobody's badge should even register there."

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging

“I’d be happy to help, Mr. Gallardo. I live to serve, after all.” I guide him to the front of the taxi depot and show him the small storage room right next to the customer service desk. Our lost and found room is piled high with all sorts of knickknacks—a wide assortment of jackets, a whole bin of lost sunglasses, a rat’s nest of tangled headphones, and a lifetime’s supply of umbrellas. It’s honestly a fire hazard. I make a mental note to have one of the office workers donate everything to a local charity.

Pamela approached the reception with confidence ‘Good evening ma’m, how may I help you?’ the receptionist asked ‘Evening to you too. I am wondering if you can help me, I was here the other night and I am suspecting that I left my jacket in one of your rooms.’ Pamela murmured ‘”No problem ma’m I am sure you will find it. We have a lost and found department were we keep all items that are left behind.’ He scrolled in his computer, ‘if you may please, may I have the date and the number and the room you stayed in so that I can check for you in the system.’ The receptionist asked

Alpha Nathan asked . My head turned towards him quickly as he gave me a confused look. “Yes, he’s a young orphan,” I whispered as I shook my head. “He lost his parents recently and now he’s dead.” “Who sent you?” I turned to the rogue that was caught. His eyes were red as he looked at us while biting his lip slightly. There were scratches and bruises on his neck where the collar of his shirt had been ripped. “I won’t say.” He answered me softly. “If it comes out that I mentioned who I work with, I will not be allowed to live.”

Not financial. Institutional. Lucien swallowed hard. "Okay... either this is a very weird coincidence, or" "It's not," I said quietly. My voice had changed losing its edge, flattening into something harder and colder. Rowan heard it immediately. "What am I looking at?" Lucien expanded the header. The file tag flickered into clarity: SAINT AGNES FOUNDATION, CLOSED RECORDS The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Rowan's eyes moved slowly to me. "Talk to me."

Destiny or chance had reintroduced her into my life, saving me from the prolonged ordeal my inefficient associate would have endured while attempting to gather information about her. "Crazy as it may sound, those records were initially lost due to technical glitches, but they managed to recover them after updating their system. Our insider also provided this information," Leo explained, revealing the situation. The news prompted me to realize that I would need to initiate a fresh investigation, recognizing the potential for uncovering new details that might have eluded me before. Their sluggishness in delivering this information, days after the fact, was both frustrating and concerning. Thei

But if it was… Why didn’t he remember her? Or worse—why did he pretend not to? She sat like that for minutes before tapping Jenny's name on her screen. Jenny picked up immediately. “Hey. You okay?” “I called Trenholm,” Fedora said without preamble. “He said they searched for weeks… found Judah’s ring. Nothing else. No body. No DNA.” Jenny was silent on the other end. “He gave me Mowe’s number. But Larson and Mika… they resigned.”

My phone wasn't just a phone; it was my lifeline, my connection to the outside world. "Lost something?" Liam asked, his voice devoid of sympathy. "My phone," I said, my voice tight with frustration. "I must have dropped it during… the kiss." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'll help you look." We searched the area together, our hands brushing occasionally, sending unexpected sparks through my veins. Finally, Liam spotted it, lying on the floor near a potted plant. "Here it is," he said, picking it up. As he handed it to me, I noticed his gaze fixated on the screen. A notification was flashing: "Rejection Email: Account Manager Position."

It was the first expensive item I had ever had, but I lost it just a few months after it was gifted. My mind wandered the following days due to disbelief. I tried asking Chloe and the others immediately when I arrived at the office during the working day, but they all said they didn't see it. Grace even reached out to the management of the event venue that our company rented and promised to try their best to find it in their vicinity. They only reported back a few days later, stating they couldn't see it anywhere in the facility, even in the room we used. I gave up at that point and tried to move forward. I no longer have any option but to accept that I have lost the phone for good. I did my