Hidden Deep: Book Novels & Stories

Julie thought that if there ever was a book that contained the details of Alex's secrets and of his past, the book should be looking like… her eyes just wandered around for minutes as if she were looking for something. Something seemed to have caught her attention and her gaze finally settled onto one spot, towards a dark greyish book on the lowest level of a bookshelf located at the far corner of the library. It was something that did not look like anything special but somehow still seems to exude a mysterious feel.

We came just the two of us’ Connie felt colour draining from her face. Trish’s spontaneous actions made her want to scream. She was giving him too much information and now that the cat was out of the bag, how was she going to explain why Connie was hiding under the table when she had already lied that she was in the bathroom earlier. The door of the hallway that leads to the bathroom was across to where she was hiding and there was no way she was going to make it there without being dictated. Suddenly the upstairs door opened and Pete quickly signaled Trish to hide.

His finger continues to work on my honey pot and I moan at the sensation I was feeling in my honey pot this made me close my eyes again. " F**k! Open your eyes, I need to see those beautiful eyes of yours" He groaned, I open my eyes once more and stare at him, Still feeling drowsy from his effect on me. He didn't break from his gaze, his eyes held mine for so long. His eyes were enchanting, and while my hands held his shoulders tightly, it was as if my soul was about to leave my body. I felt myself coming, my breath pitched and my voice tried not to moan out loud. I felt my toes tingly and I held tightly to him and moan loudly.

he said, “Good morning, my name is Reyda Harvey, and I'm here for the interview. The password is 5465.” The gate buzzed open and a tall dark-skinned man stood in front of me, “Mam.” he pointed to the white mansion ahead of us, we then walked in silence, his head straight ahead and me trying to keep my balance until we reached a big black door. He showed me to my seat next to a honey brown hair woman with big boobs and a tight skirt. I tried calming myself down as I rubbed my ankles. My feet are killing me, and I don't think I could stand walking in these heels for another minute.

Rosenthal to me? Right then, the door behind me squeaked open, causing my heart to skip a beat. My arms shot up, pointing the gun in the direction of the door. I peered in to find the bedroom empty. Bracing myself, I entered slowly with dread pumping through my veins. Her bedroom was home to an endless collection of books, and a double-wide bookcase, covering the majority of the wall, held an extensive variety of the occult genre. Interesting... Mrs. Una Rosenthal was a woman with secrets. Dark ones.

" I asked. I knew what he was thinking, and I didn't want him to articulate it. Raegon just shook his head. "What are you doing here?" I asked him again with my lower, calming voice. "Are you running again?" I added. "Of course, Where else could I hide? Except in your house full of beers," he says and chortles. "You problematic asshole. You should start looking for a girlfriend so you can hide her house, not mine." I glared at him. "Maybe you can call Mira for me, Helsey." Reagon smirked at me.

I asked, rushing to her side. She pointed to a passage in the book, her hand trembling slightly. “Look at this.” I leaned in, squinting at the faded text. It was written in a mix of Old Tongue and Latin, but Althea quickly translated. “The Hidden Coven,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “was formed centuries ago by a group of witches seeking to escape persecution. They vowed to protect their secrets at all costs, even from their own blood.” She paused, her eyes scanning the page.

Wright's cryptic file names and the surveillance camera I had found at home. Piece by piece, it felt like something much larger—and far more unsettling—was coming together. Some secret, hidden in plain sight, was waiting to be uncovered.

Its age was estimated to be hundreds of years, standing tall on their property long before Dana had moved in. But Sophia wanted to visit it with Albert. She refused to go alone. She had heard that oak trees were considered sacred. Wouldn’t it be lovely? Sophia also thought the tree could inspire her as she worked on her current novel. Her laptop sat open in front of her, yet she lacked the motivation to write. Her phone buzzed with a notification. Sophia eagerly grabbed it, her heart racing with anticipation, but her face fell upon seeing the sender’s name. It wasn’t who she had hoped for.

He glanced around. “Not literally, Kael,” I snorted. “I mean, the biggest matter we have here.” “Oh? Is that what you guys call it now?” He blinked. “How old are you, Kael?” I muttered. He walked up to me. “So, are you going to start talking? Or?” He gave me a straight face. “Well, there is a way that you can stay hidden, though. It’s buried deep in the books. Even I don’t know how the trick works.”