At The End Of The Hidden Greenery Novel Novels & Stories

I picked up Bella and Lily-Belle, then charged into the shrubbery with not a single look over my shoulder. My lungs strained with every stride. A golden hue colored the sky with the sun setting in the horizon when we finally stopped to catch our breath. We settled in the cover of an abandoned cave, hoping the strong smell of its previous inhabitant would cover our own long enough to keep hidden from our pursuers.

The story made headlines in newspapers and Tv. Because people knew that Emma and Trish were friends, Trish found it hard to remain in the city and she decided to start a new life faraway in a new country, a move that her parents supported. *** The End***

Everywhere I gazed, I saw an expansive sea of green trees that seemed to stretch for miles and miles. Inanna and the other vampires join us as we move along. The dense woodlands provide a sense of security. The trees reach high in the sky and cast shade and shadows over the land. It might have been the reason Bryer chose this Kingdom to hide in–the cover it provides allows him to slip away without being noticed by unwelcome onlookers or listeners. “Well, this is massive,” Harbin whispers beside me. He insisted on coming, knowing the underground trove of books in Owusu.

I jerked and opened my eyes only to see the amusing Blake watching me intensively. "I'm sorry," I mumbled while rubbing my eyes to let go of the remaining sleep in my eyes. "Here! He handed me a book where the word "THE HIDDEN SECRETS" written over the girl's naked back along with some random lines, but the line was too small to read. "Yes! Yes! Yes! We did it!!" Unconsciously I kissed his cheeks and we both froze on our spot. It's just a baby kiss, he won't mind, right? But his eyes say otherwise.

“We want to go to the carnival, Alpha Verya. Please accompany us.” Verya turned her gaze to me, her smile widening, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Of course,” she said smoothly, voice low and teasing. “It would be my honor. Something tells me… today is going to be really fun.” ••• Author's Note: Good morning everyone, I just want to say a heartfelt thank you for all your support and understanding, it truly means so much to me. I also wanted to let you know that the story will be coming to an end soon. We’re entering the final arc, where all the tension will unfold, secrets will be revealed, and you’ll finally find out whether the Alphas survived and if this story gets its happy ending.

Before I could fully catch my breath, I heard someone yell. “Check the ally!” Thinking it was one of the men who had chased me, I peeked around the dumpster. Two men in tuxedos were standing at the end of the alley. Turning my head in the opposite direction, I realized I had entered an alley with a dead end. My only option seemed to be to try to get past the men chasing me. Taking a deep breath, I prepared to run but stopped when I noticed a ladder above the dumpster. I should have known that escaping wouldn’t be easy, but I wouldn’t give up.

The moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across the page, pure, frigid ice shot through my veins. I know what you're hiding, Eloise. My blood ran cold, and I sucked in a breath as I read the last sentence. You can't hide her forever... xoxo CL

Chapter 117 – The Green Star’s Embrace A soft breeze stirred the nexus, carrying the scent of earth and blooming vines, a stark contrast to the sterile voids of past battles. Jessica stood on a path woven from living roots, their surfaces pulsing with emerald light under the glow of the green star. Its radiance was warm, inviting, yet it prickled her senses, stirring the hollowness in her chest where her spark once burned. The golden glow of her will held firm after defeating Vorath’s hunger, but the green star’s whisper—“You weave with strength, but I weave with life. Come, Jessica, and grow with me”—felt like a hand extended, not a blade drawn. Yet its warmth hid a shadow she couldn’t igno

“My grandfather built the greenhouse to hide it. Said he wanted a place where secrets could rot in peace. I always thought it was just metaphor.” Anita’s grip on her mother’s hand tightened. Patricia sat in the back seat, pale but alert, wrapped in a thick coat. She refused to stay behind. “I’m not letting them use me as leverage again,” she’d said, her voice lined with steel. They slipped through a hidden gate on the east wall, through ivy-covered archways and along the crumbling cobblestone path leading to the greenhouse. Moonlight filtered through cracked panes above, casting an eerie glow over the dried husks of forgotten plants and broken tools.