Search A の小説・ストーリー

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” We walk into the library hand in hand and Cameron smiles like the cat that got the cream. “What’s wrong with you? You’re acting creepy.” I smirk. He winks. “I am creepy.” He walks up to the reception desk. “Hello, I want to search for some records. How do I do that?” he asks the lady. “Just go to computer twenty-two, type into the search bar what records you are looking up, and it will search for you.” “Thank you.” He smiles and we walk to the station where all the computers are.

Through all of it, I searched for Aaric. Where is he?!

"I am. I do believe the sooner I mark her that it shouldn't be a threat to her any longer." "Then I suggest you do it sooner rather than later. We must get to work on our options for our daughter. She has not had as much luck as you in finding her fated, so we will need to find a suitable candidate before anything happens. I will have Luna Marigold, Luna Riley, and Penelope start the search now. There are guards outside to escort the three of you to the Luna's office. We need to formalize a plan to keep the rogues away and send out notice to all packs regarding the matter. There may not be any time left to find fated mates." "But daddy! I don't want just anyone."

I was sitting in my wheelchair, fidgeting with the rod in my hand, in this hollow cave that echoed every single movement. This cave somehow represented my life, hollow and full of darkness and hatred. The men in front of me, huge and muscular, were shivering in their pants. That was nowhere near the least of the power I held. "What have you found?" I asked, my voice dripping with authority. They shrivelled under its weight. "Ma... Ma'am, we haven't found any yet. We're still searching," the five-foot-tall man in front of me said.

He sauntered to the small cubicle at the left corner of the room and flipped the laptop on the desk open. "No one is hard to find," he smirked, smugly satisfied with the intelligent idea. While holding his breath, he punched her name on the search bar on iMessenger, a social media app developed for instant messaging. It was the next thing to air in Empire City. "It's only a matter of stable Internet connection and an electronic device." Nil. The search brought nothing up about Avery Sallow. "You've got to be kidding me!" He inclined forward, pushing his face into the screen. "She's not on iMessenger? What kind of human is she?!"

"Mister Thompson, you don't have to go through so much trouble! Honestly, I have an even better way to track Asmodeus. No matter where he is, I'll be able to find him!" Leon quickly walked over. He was prepared earlier and placed his Soul Searcher on Asmodeus and Roanne. He never expected that it would prove useful! The Soul Searcher was able to find someone within a thousand kilometers. As long as Asmodus was still in the Southern region, he would be able to find the man easily!

he said in panic and the two of them immediately rushed inside leaving Aura and her brother in turmoil. “Call Malcolm again” she ordered. Everyone who was standing at that place that moment could feel the fear emanating from her, even the chief nurse could feel it. Deep in her heart, aura was praying for a miracle but do such miracles exist? “Still no answer” “Call Angeline, I have her number saved on my phone, she could know where he is” Luckily after two rings, the woman answered. “What do you want now, nurse?” Angeline asked from the other end in an uninterested voice.

"can't you please give me thirty more seconds? " I asked the siren and she shook her head negatively. I closed my eyes in annoyance. Somehow I missed him. A lot. "here is a human and soul seeking compass. It will lead you to whoever you want to find without a lot of suffering. All you need to do is activate the compass and type in the name of the person you want to seek. NOTE you must follow wherever the compass leads you to without going back if you really want to seek that person.

she said, “you may step aside and allow the next participant to register.” A woman waiting behind me released a quiet, irritated breath. I tightened my fingers around the pen. “I don’t need more time.” That was a lie. I had needed more time for the last three years. More time to find Mara before it came to this. More time to prove Alpha Ronan Caine had taken her. More time to discover another way inside the fortress he called a pack house. I had searched every neighboring territory. Bribed messengers. Followed rumors into rogue camps and abandoned villages. I had questioned traders who passed through Caine land, warriors who had once served under Ronan’s father, and servants dismissed after