Hidden A House Of Night Novel Novels & Stories

Justin nodded and replied “It’s pretty much as we feared. Serena could never win mother of the year. The whole time he’s been watching her she’s spent getting high, being high, or getting drunk. The problem here gentlemen is that there is no way that Stacia contained this situation on her own. There has, to be someone she trusted to keep her secret. Because this woman still continues to receive money to support her habits and Stacia’s been dead for two years.” It was Nicolas the youngest Denae who said “Follow the money. It will lead back to something or someone.” Justin nodded and sighed as he said, “We already thought of that angle and looked into it, the problem is, the money led right b

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.

Aria's POV The house felt different at night. Maybe it was the silence, or the dark corners the moon refused to touch. Maybe it was the way Darren's scent soaked into everything like oil, thick, heavy, suffocating. But mostly, it was the fact that that book I saw under his bed meant something. I knew he was keeping secrets inside these walls, Secrets about my father. Secrets about his grand plan. Secrets about me, or should I say secrets that’ll end me and for some reasons I knew that going through that book will reveal them.

It felt like a heist, a dirty little secret I was stealing from the shadows of this house. I backed into the bedroom and kicked the door shut. The click of the lock sounded like a gunshot in the silence. I leaned my weight against the wood, heart hammering against my ribs. I was alone, like always, but the adrenaline made it feel like Jaydon was right there, watching me from the corners. The house was a tomb, and Jaydon was the ghost that haunted it. Snooping through his things was the only way I felt alive lately. This hidden library was my only escape, a place where I could breathe without his coldness suffocating me.

“It's already okay. Even though it's small, the important thing is that it's complete. Besides, this is just a halfway house when you visit. We only use it for one to two days. It's okay. I like it, baby.” “That's all right. This house will always be cleaned by my men. They will leave when we come. So it will be safe compared to the hotel where we met before,” Ares explained later. It was also true what Feby said. Despite its small size, the house was equipped with great facilities. Moreover, all kinds of toys for the child are available there. Even the back garden area added to the warm moments in their family. “Mom?” Feby, who was observing the ins and outs of their shelter, quickly turned

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

Jack helped her through it, and she was thankful that she didn't have to drop out like this. She had finished the phone call, and when she walked down the stairs, she heard unidentifiable noises coming from the backyard. She thought Sebestian would be out there, so she waddled over to the sliding doors. The big curtains were covering the door, and she felt chills run over her back for unknown reasons. The house had been awfully quiet, and she didn't like that at all. The curtain moved as the wind gushed inside, and the room was clad in the little light shining through the curtains. The rest of the house was dark, and it felt cold.

Justin looked from a distance and walked up to them “Just like the rest, another abandoned house” he said “I don’t think so. That grave looks like it was dug hours ago. It is still fresh and if Phillip did bury your child then this could be the house” she said Damian looked at her and sped into the house. He saw a sweatshirt. His eyes glowed and he sniffed it. He knew it was Anna’s immediately. Alex and Justin came in with Sally “Anna was here. That is her sweatshirt. Can we look for secret doors or something? Anything out of the ordinary!” Damian said, looking around.

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.