The Of Lost Things Novels & Stories

She had no idea that the joke was the truth. . Steve hasn't gotten any information about the lost blood. He was more worried that Elon would find her first. One of his men walked in. Steve was happy for some seconds that he has come with good news. "What is it? Talk to me, have you found her?" He asked. "There are so many girls in the city. There's no way we can notice her" he said. "Darn it! F*ck! Steve groaned and angrily kicked into air. "I'll find her myself. I just don't know what characteristics she has. We need to find the key" he said.

"June's bracelet is missing. Please check if you have anything missing, too." Lulu's vision normalized again. Hearing that there might have been a thief, she quickly got up to check her belongings. She cried and mourned after a while. "My necklace is missing, and my crystal hairpin is not in the box. The thief is too much, taking two of my most expensive stuff at once."

“You’re going to get bored. There’s nothing to see there.” “And you think being stuck in your house makes boredom any less?” she rebutted. He chuckles before rolling his eyes and sighs in defeat. “Fine, finish that up and get ready in 10.” She turns to him with her face gleaming in excitement the she remembers almost all of her items are stolen. Artemis saw the change of her expression. “What’s wrong?” He asked worryingly. “I forgot, I don’t have my things anymore.” She said before sighing and returning back to her chore.

he says, and even Lucifer looks skeptical. "How?" Lucifer asks, crossing his arms. "I don't know what it was, or what I saw, but the thing pointed me in the direction of where the book is hidden at. It's in a place where there's no name, or even people." Loss explained. I looked at him with a confused expression as I racked my brain to think of such a place. "There's a place like that?" I ask him, and Loss nods. "Yes, we just don't know it." he replies, and he takes my hand as his wings pop out.

Sarah's P.O.V... The bell rang and one could easily hear the excited screams coming from outside. Mr. Lennard's voice was easily drown by everyone in class as they all gathered their stuff. It was finally the beginning of our summer vacation, and nobody was in the mood to listen to what Mr. Lennard was actually blabbering about. I'm glad he realized it, cause he simply rolled his eyes and left the classroom. I tried as fast as I could to stash away all my books in my bag. But the faster I tried to put them away, the faster they fell and scattered on the floor. With my trembling hands, I could hardly grip anything... I felt pathetic... This is pathetic.

Alexa pov Hurt , hurt , hurt was the only feeling I was feeling. I was not someone to loose but today I lost something really big. I lost someone who was really close to my heart. I lost my love. My Freaking first love. I'm happy for Alesa but I'm sad for myself. I lost someone really precious to me and I just can't accept it. Im regretting whatever I did yesterday. I behave impulsive But no one even tried to understand that just how I'm. I act and then regret. I don't think before doing something and then regret.

With a long look and a sigh Mera finally said, “There has been nothing in the Histories about being able to See your Other. We aren't even sure how they communicated with each other.” “Then why did you look scared when I told you how we communicate?” Lex asked. “Because those Histories seem to be missing. We don't know how or why they are gone. Maybe they were never here.” Shex said. “Maybe Aeden and Dean can help with that. Those lost Histories could be somewhere on their side.” Kar suggested. “That's possible.” Mera admitted. “But we need to know the last names and place where the Creators lived. It might even help to know where they worked.” Lex said.

She was pointing her fingers to herself and pouting at the same time. He didn’t say anything to her but he stayed there and to his surprise, she started to cry. “I don’t know who I am. I can’t remember who I truly am. Why do I forget things, why do I do things I am not sure of, why do I have to lose my only best friend.” She was shedding tears and it seemed like she had been having a hard time with what is happening to her.

He could start crying, but would it help? Thaddeus remembered several other boys who had been caught up in this dark, rat-infested alleyway alone with the older boys. It was a saga he was quite familiar with, you either end up losing your money or you cry home with a scraped knee and a broken nose. If he stayed, similar fate awaites him. If he ran, he might get lucky. "Too dull to pause, or make an end..." A line from a poem whose title seemed fuzzy in his head.

“We have to.” He hums in agreement but doesn’t answer. His gaze is fixed on the shadowy tree line, and even the sunlight seems dimmer today. “I used to think the worst thing that could happen to me was losing control,” he says after a long pause. “But it turns out the worst thing is realising I’ve finally got something to lose.” My chest tightens. “You mean someone.” He doesn’t deny it.