Who Moved My Keys Book Novels & Stories

I interrupted "What is it" "I found this book under the bed," I said as I tried to open it but couldn’t "Damm it, it needs a key" I whispered "The key is here," Lyon said as he handed it over to me "Where did you get the key babe?" "It was wrapped on the piece of paper" "Is there something written on the paper" He turned the paper around before he spoke "Nothing is written on it" he said as he threw the paper on the floor I grabbed the key and unlocked the book before Liv spoke

I forced my legs to move, marching to the front door with shaking hands. Fumbled with the keys. Dropped them. “Shit.” I crouched down, snatching them off the ground so fast I nearly dropped them again. Then I shoved the key into the lock, wrenching the door open. I stepped inside and immediately locked it behind me. Click. Click. Deadbolt. Security latch. Alarm. Safe. Or at least, as safe as I could be. My body sagged against the door, a heavy breath escaping me. But the moment of relief was short-lived.

She stopped and stared at my father's favorite book, which laid on one of the arm chairs. "It's no coincidence, that his favorite book moved the shelf to reveal the false wall, and you said he always keeps a key close to the door, isn't that close enough?." She explained to me, as she grabbed the book. Scanning through the pages, I remembered he said his favorite chapter of the big book, was chapter twelve. "Try chapter twelve!." I said to her. "Please be there!." She said and swiftly found the chapter. Suprisingly the chapters title was... Key to all the answers you seek... Coincidence?.

I just focused on the weight in my arms and the silver key burning a hole in my pocket. I was moving out. And this time, I wasn't leaving any breadcrumbs for him to follow. *****

"Are you ready for tomorrow? The movers will be here at seven." "I'm ready. I already have my bag packed with my school stuff. I don't want that getting lost in the big truck." "Smart," he said. "I kept my lecture notes in the car already. I don't trust the movers with thirty years of economic research." We spent the next hour doing a final sweep of the rooms. We found a few things we’d missed—a stray sock under the bed, a bookmark I’d left in the library, and a spare key to the terrace.

I was vacationing abroad, half-heartedly entertaining the blind dates my mother kept setting up. As for Rob, I hardly thought of him anymore. My life was moving forward.

Kat cleared her throat which made Robert turn in response. “There she is the Queen of the castle!” He smiled and grabbed a bottle of her favorite champagne, Moet from the counter. He filled a styrofoam cup handing it to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Moving day is hardly worth a bottle of champagne.” She said sourly but something. But something in his step put a smile on her face. He seemed lighter today. Maybe he was just trying to make up for having to move again.

My heart slammed into my ribs as though Zach had just said he wanted to kill me, rather than that he was going to keep watching me. The tears started to fall, and I turned away quickly. “Stop looking at me,” I choked out. “I’m out of here,” Zach growled. His footsteps stalked toward the door, but he hesitated. “Where are your keys? I’ll bring your car back to the house.” “It doesn’t have any gas,” I mumbled. “Where are your keys?” I pointed at the bag I’d taken with me the previous night, the one still full of books. Zach snatched it from the floor and grunted. When he opened it, he let out a strangled grunt of disbelief.

He had to face the annoying emptiness he was currently feeling because everything he imagined about Hazel was just an illusion. No one was currently waiting for him at the door. There is no one in this house but him. The key to his house which he usually hid under the doormat had now moved under a pot of roses whose flowers had withered from not being watered. Months ago, before he towed the chevy over to the kind old couple's house, he moved his key hiding place in case someone suddenly came to his house. He had brought Hazel here before. He didn't want to risk Hazel leaking the secret if she wasn't a nice woman, so he purposely changed the key saving place and put an extra padlock in the c

But before I left for good, I looked at her over my shoulder and said, “Remember what I said. If we ever meet again, I won’t let you live.” ° ° ° ° ° ° ° I took a deep, calming breath before I inserted the key and unlocked the Book of the Damned. The second I heard the click sound, there was an earthquake. Or at least, I’d thought it was an earthquake until I realized that everything else inside my room was staying perfectly still except for the book and my hands that were holding it. The book was shaking, and I feared that it would burst at any moment. Luckily, the shaking ceased after a few minutes and the cover of the book swung open, revealing the first page.