Book Concealed Novels & Stories

’ Stuart uttered sharply ‘What are you two busy talking about, what is it that I do not need to know?’ Lora asked casually Connie and Stuart looked at each other as panic hit them. Connie put in quickly, ‘Oh mom, you will blow the surprise if we tell you. It’s_________’ Stuart interjected ‘A surprise and it must stay like that until time.’ Stuart added, ‘Let’s go and have some fun.’ He spoke as he closed his laptop putting it in his backpack

Luna stood and was ready to attack anything that threatened Ruby. “I smell blood! Ruby you need to hide.” Luna pulled Ruby to the basement. Someone was banging on the door. **Haven** I finally made it to Ruby’s house. My house! They still have all of my stuff. My phone, my keys, everything! I have to tell her! “RUBY! Let me in, please!” I hear a dog growling, that must be one of the guard dogs. The door opened slowly, Dez answered the door. Everything was getting dark.

Brent muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Wait," Everest said suddenly, his gaze fixed on the bookshelf before him. "I think I know where he might have hidden it." He moved towards the bed in the adjacent room, deftly lifting the mattress. Beneath, a small patch of the box spring had been hastily sewn shut. With a single swipe of his claws, Everest exposed a hidden compartment, and there, nestled inside, was the navy blue book with swirling silver trim. "Huh, that's odd," Brent commented, flipping through the pages. "It's blank."

Instead of simply arranging them, I began pulling everything out, intending to reorganize by date and category. One book immediately caught my attention: a large, striking red volume with the word “Confidential” embossed on the cover in gold letters. My mind flashed back to the mysterious black book I had seen briefly before it disappeared. There was no way I was letting this one slip away. I quickly tucked the red book under my arm, dashed to my room, and hid it safely. I would examine every page later, when I had time. My phone rang again. It was Luciano. By now, the book was well hidden.

Shocked, I quickly tucked it discreetly beneath the bath towel draped over the side, hoping Keagan wouldn't notice. "Who is it?" Keagan called out in an irritated tone. "It's Hector, sir," a voice replied from the other side. "You have an important call." Keagan's brows pinched in frustration. "Coming," he called back. He turned towards me, a flicker of something resembling his old charm in his eyes. "Stay put, I'll be right back." As he exited the bathroom, I sank deeper into the water, the hidden book clutched tightly beneath the towel. What the heck was a book doing in a hidden box in the wall? And why doesn't water even ruin it??

Kevin heard Clark's response clearly and reached for the third bookshelf in the bedroom. "Clark, something's not right! It won't open!" Kevin conveyed his confusion to Clark via a video call. Clark pointed to a book in front of Kevin and said, "Book." Kevin didn't initially understand why Clark mentioned the book. Nevertheless, he gently moved the book as suggested, and a hidden door, cleverly disguised as a bookshelf, slowly opened. Upon seeing the hidden door, Kevin couldn't help but exclaim in his mind, 'Damn! There really is a secret room!'

"It's... a humming. Like a vibration trapped in the walls. It’s coming from beneath the floor." Caleb knelt beside her, his faint silver eyes catching a subtle shimmer on the wood. "There's a hollow space right under this board. Colin, can you feel it?" Colin closed his eyes, pressing his palms flat against the plank. A very dull, low copper glow pulsed from his hands, and with a soft click, the wood simply yielded, shifting until a secret compartment was revealed beneath. Inside lay a small, leather-bound book, its edges were green with mold, but the initials on the cover made my breath hitch.

m. Thinking about spending the night making love to her, I was incredibly excited. The front door had a keypad lock, to which she’d given me the code, so I entered it and opened the door. However, by the shoe rack, there was a pair of men’s leather shoes. I froze for a moment. The living room lights were off, but the bedroom door was ajar, and light was spilling out, illuminating clothes scattered all over the carpet: a skirt and a bra, as well as a suit and shirt.

She kept her tone light, but her gut was doing flips. Christina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled a small object from the folds of her blanket and set it on the table with the kind of care usually reserved for live grenades. It was a book, small and battered, the kind of thing that might get lost in a flea market bargain bin—if you didn’t look too closely at the cover. Leila leaned in. The leather was cracked, the pages yellowed like they’d been left out in the sun for a century too long. Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive.

"Just getting a box of condoms." It sounded like someone had come in to buy protection. Clarissa might run the antique shop next door, but she stopped by my mother's place all the time to chat, so she knew her way around the store pretty well. I couldn't see what was happening out front. All I could hear was Clarissa rummaging through shelves, then telling the customer the price. My mind felt foggy. The air around me carried a faint, sweet scent.