Who Moved My Keys Book Novels & Stories

If I tried, the truth would tumble out. His eyes lingered on me a moment longer before he grunted and moved away. The sound of his footsteps faded toward the kitchen, then the fridge door opened with a hollow thud. I let out the breath I’d been holding and rushed through the rest of the shelf, my hands moving faster than my brain. The moment the last book clicked into place, I stood, wiped my palms against my skirt, and hurried to my room. Lock. I turned the key, leaned back against the door, and slid down until I was sitting on the floor, my chest heaving like I’d just run for miles.

But then something else caught my attention. A glint of metal, half-obscured by a document on the desk. It was my key , My damn room key. I paused. “What the fuck?” The words left my mouth before realizing it. Adrian’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?” I pointed at the desk. “Why is the key to my fucking room here?” Adrian looked at the key like he had just noticed it himself. “ Oh, Mika said she saw it outside your door,” he said slowly. “She brought it to me just minutes ago.”

She shifted the work table, and I saw the safe keep underneath. No wonder I had missed it; it was the last place my mind would be willing to go, but it had been found by a maid after I'd searched the whole house. Well, it was still good because now she has a lead. The maid handed me the book and said, “I assumed you forgot about this because of the accident; I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, madam." I told her it was alright, and she looked rather relieved. “But how will you find the key? Perhaps you need extra hands?" I kindly declined the offer, telling her that I'd be fine and that if I needed anything, I'd be sure to call her, so she bowed slightly and left the room.

I slip them on quickly, shaking as I move. I stay low, moving through the shadows toward the house. My heart is pounding so hard that I’m sure someone will hear it. Keys, I think suddenly. Where are my keys? I pat my pockets frantically until my fingers close around them. Thank the stars. My hands are trembling as I unlock the back door. The key misses the hole twice before sliding in with a click.

“Do you remember where the key is? It has to be connected to something. Let’s start there.” I moved over to my desk where I hid the key inside the dairy Aunt Eloise had gifted me. I went still. My body went cold as I flipped the book upside down. I could barely control the shaking of my hands, flipping the book over again, and again. It was empty. My blood boiled, someone had gone through my things. “It’s gone.”

"Where are they going?" "I don't know and I don't care." I moved. Elder Marlow's chambers were dark. The fire had burned down to embers and the room was cold and still and the air smelled like old paper and old wood. I crossed to the bed and knelt on the floor and reached underneath. The chest was still there. I pulled it out and set it on the floor and took the key from my pocket. The same key. The one I had stolen and then replaced. Kade had called me reckless. I had called it planning ahead.

“I’ve been through that circle carefully.” “And?” I said. He turned from the window and looked at me directly. “You were in my study.” Not a question. I held his gaze without responding. “The keys on the shelf,” he said. “They were moved. A small thing. I noticed it three days after it happened and I told myself it was Mrs. Carter cleaning. But Mrs. Carter does not move things on that shelf because she knows I prefer them undisturbed.” He paused. “You went into the drawer.”

I tapped on the send button before proceeding to book a taxi. I got to my apartment and picked the things that belonged to me which were my closes and it fitted into one luggage and a travel bag. Every other thing in the house belonged to the owners of the apartment, I got a message from an unknown number telling me that he was sent from my mom to pick me up. I took one last glance at the apartment before moving out, I dropped the keys with the security guard at the gates and told him that I won’t be staying till my rent expired.

I lifted up the soft mattress and retrieved my red velvet journal with a gold lock. The matching key was always hidden in my favorite book on the bookshelf. I ran over to it, removing it from the dark shelf and lifting the cover. It lay in a dent of cut out pages that matched its shape. I took out the gold key, put the book in its respective spot, then unlocked my precious journal.

Just my husband. "Is it over?" Bryan asked, looking at the house. "I think so," I said. But then I felt a weight in my pocket. I reached in and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. I hadn't put it there. I opened the book. Every page was blank except for the very last one. On the last page, there was a single sentence written in fresh, red ink: 'The sequel begins when you turn the key.' I looked at our new front door. There was a key in the lock. It was made of solid gold, and it was carved into the shape of a wolf’s head.