Who Moved My Keys Book Novels & Stories

The most unguarded version. “Okay,” he said. “Okay?” “Yes.” He picked up his wine. “Okay.” She stared at him. “You’re very calm about this,” she said. “I’ve been leaving things here for three months,” he said. “The key has been in my pocket for six weeks. My books are on your shelf.” He met her eyes. “I’ve been moved in for a while, Mia. We just made it specific.” She stared at him. Then she laughed. The surprised kind. The best kind.

The book disappeared inside with a thud, followed by the sharp click of a lock. He slid the key into his pocket and stormed off, leaving me standing there with an unspoken tension weighing on my chest.

“I thought so too, but there have been a lot of car thefts lately. Where are your car keys?” "My key?" Harper squeaked like a mouse. She was really stupid for forgetting the car keys in the car. She hadn't thought about pulling out the car keys because Alex was there. “Looks like it was left in the car. You take it easy, after you leave, I will move my car to the yard.” "No, no, no. I'll check it out now. Wait here, I'll park your car." "No Chase. You don't have to." She reacted quickly, gripping Chase's arm tightly before she could go any further.

Chapter 124 Jessica Hemsworth When Liam came to pick me up, I thought he was taking me to the library, but the direction seemed different. “Where are we going?” I turned to him and asked. He glanced at me and smiled. “Oh, I forgot to tell you… I moved the book from the library.” I blinked. “Huh?” “I heard the library would be demolished by the government soon, and I didn't want such a special book to be destroyed, so I moved it to my apartment.”

’’ he said more like he was thinking than telling me. Then it dawned on me Melissa must have taken my key the day she came to the office and caused a scene, I had left the key on my desk but couldn’t find it anymore after she left. ‘’I think she stole my key.’’ I said to Drew who looked at me and nodded like he already knew this before I said anything. ‘’We will be moving to my other apartment while I change the locks of this apartment, get dressed and park your stuffs we are leaving in an hour.’’ He replied swiftly getting up as well to begin his own parking.

‘I can’t get lost in the moment’ I told myself, I had to find the book now. It has to be in the shelve on the wall. So I had to find the key first. I started searching the bedside drawer but then I got confused, first I found a single key and then I found a bunch of keys. They all looked the same. Well I had to figure out which of the keys belongs to the shelve. I started trying all the keys one after the other, starting with the single key which proved abortive. I tried and tried but virtually all the keys failed, but I still had one left. I closed my eyes and said a short prayer before I tried the last one.

“They’ll deliver it tomorrow. It’s already leased. You’ll be her next-door neighbor. It’s furnished and everything.” “Perfect,” I replied with a half-smile. “I’ll be moving in soon. Too bad the neighbors are a bit touchy.” Bob laughed, but without humor. “You’re crazy.” “Not crazy, Bob. Calculating,” I put the key in my jacket pocket and started walking. “Swap with Ícaro. I’m going up now.” “Good luck, boss,” he said, but the tone was more like “good death.” I ignored it. I crossed the building entrance. The key worked perfectly, and I dragged the door closed again. The elevator went up slowly. When it reached her floor, the hallway was empty.

I don’t move. I just lean against the wall, smiling faintly, waiting for him to leave. Eventually, he turns away. Slowly. Like it costs him something. That’s when the word echoes again. Keys. I fumble through my bag, fingers clumsy, touching everything except what I need. Then I notice him. He’s opening the door across from me with a key. My heart drops. Isn’t that my room? My eyes lock onto the number. 214. Oh God. He has my key.

I pushed it away with effort after my fingers touched the oak frame. The safe’s black iron door stood looming behind it. Cold, invincible, inviting. As Julio had mentioned the keyhole was concealed by a tiny metal plate. I opened it with a sliding motion. I gasped as the key slid into position. Then—. Click. There was a groan as the mechanism moved reverberating in the quiet like thunder. As the safe door creaked open my heart skipped a beat, there was just only thing inside. A book with a leather binding.

It was with Kevin! I was so stupid. Stupid enough to have given him my keys on the flight home. Maybe it wasn't my fault, but I should've remembered. Oh fuck! Chase and Dave waited patiently for me to take the keys out, as I pretended to severely rummage my bag in search of a key that was fifteen minutes away in Kevin's house. I thought long and hard, but came up with nothing. I could either lie that I'd lost it, or tell Chase the bloody truth