Book With Hidden Compartment Novels & Stories

Science fiction was put together with historical fiction. Since she had nothing to do, she got ready to sort out the books. She took down the first row of books and saw a "1" key in the middle. Her mind clicked instantly and she had a hunch. She removed all the books in the last cabinet. It was a nine-grid compartment. There was a number in the middle of each compartment, from number one to nine. She pressed it in the order of 258614. "Crack, crack, crack!" All the bookshelves moved and showed a path. Stella looked at the gold and jewelry inside and was stunned.

Once inside, I place the mac and cheese onto my desk and removes one of the oven mitts before I begin searching the book shelf to the right of my desk. “What are you doing?” Getting a puzzled look from Sky, I ignore his questioning gaze. “You’ll see.” Finding what I am looking for, I pull out a book titled “Hidden Secrets” and smirk as the shelf slowly moves to the right side. Sky lets out a low whistle as I place on the mitt once again before picking up the pan and climbing the stairs in the hidden passage way. "Wow." Is Sky's only response.

I highly doubted it was the Wendigos. Someone had gone through my room, it was clear as daylight that they had been searching for something specific and only one object sprung to mind. Sprinting to the hidden part of the cupboard I opened the secret compartment using my handprint and heaved a sigh of relief when the book was still lying inside it. I grabbed it and went through the pages, all of them seemed to be intact. The fact that it only opened through my handprint failed their mission if indeed that was what they were after. It also meant that Wendigos were just a distraction so someone could accomplish their mission.

I opened the sliding door wardrobe and my eyes quickly narrowed to the wooden base floor of the wardrobe where I had kept the gift bag that contained the cook book. My knees sunk to the ground as I shuffled and rummaged through the various little bags. "Where is that cook book!?"I groaned out in frustration. My hands ran through my hair as my eyes scanned the bags. I then spotted it hiding at the far end corner. A smile appeared on my face as I took it out. I was about closing the wardrobe when I noticed something shiny in between the numerous tuxedos that belonged to Raphael hanging in the wardrobe. My eyes squinted and widened. I dropped the gift bag and pushed Raphaels tuxedos apart only

But he wouldn’t use his magic for evil things for sure. Enkille continued eating. She stood up after drinking a glass of red wine. “By the way, where is the book you brought from the Golden Palace?” “Ah, yes. The book,” he suddenly remembered. Eleand quickly went to his bedroom and got the book. The inscriptions of the ancient alphabet were peculiar. He didn’t pay much attention to it recently. His priorities were the books from Enkille. “Here it is,” he passed the book to her hand.

It feels like a living thing, breathing around me, while hiding secrets in its walls. I drift to the library, and the air smells like dust and memory. My fingers run along the spine of some books, I had began to enjoy, or at least… I thought I did. But, no the thought of the forged will with Aurora’s name and mine together on the same slip. My eyes fall on a slightly misaligned bookshelf, and my heart stutters. I push and it shifts with a dull, reluctant groan, revealing a small, hidden safe embedded into the wall, one I’ve never seen before in all my years here.

I moved through three rows before I found the bloodline section that was titled - Lunae. I ran my fingers over spines until one shelf shifted strangely when I touched it. I frowned and pressed harder. When I did, I heard a soft click. Part of the wood slid inward. My breath caught with shock. It was a hidden compartment. Inside the compartment, I saw a leather journal wrapped in cloth. I pulled it out. The journal was bound in dark leather. When I turned it over in my hands, there was nothing on the cover. There was no title, no name but the leather had a crest that I recognized immediately.

That's weird. I get to the hotel around 6pm, exhausted and ready to take a nap until Charles gets here. But upon entering our hotel room, I see a huge wrapped up box, with a card on it. I close the door with one leg since my hands are full, and place all the bags on one side. I open up the card and it's reads; Wear this and meet me downstairs. - C.F. I place the card aside and hastily tear open the box, my excitement getting the best of me. Inside it is a beautiful red cocktail dress, off the shoulder and has a small slit on the thugh. The neckline has a V-cut leaving just the right amount of cleavage on display.

“Can I see it now?” Richard half-unwillingly got up from his chair and made his way across the spacious room. He got to the specific shelf and pulled one of the books forward, and the shelf automatically moved, revealing a hidden chamber behind it. Richard went in and returned a few moments later, pushing the cart with a wooden box. “So that’s why I couldn’t sense it. You keep it well hidden.” Celia scolded him, but her voice held nothing but excitement.

He scrambled to retrieve the phone, his breath hitching as he tried messaging me instead, but only exclamation marks flashed on the screen. Panic clawed at his chest. He tore downstairs and sped home, but the empty house greeted him like a tomb. I had been long gone, and my beloved specimens had vanished from the shelves, too. The relentless ticking of the clock was the only sound, a cruel reminder that this wasn't some nightmare he could wake from. His mind went blank, grasping for anything to hold onto. Then he remembered the invitation I had thrown at him, one that he had dismissed as a childish jab.