Hidden Deep: Book Novels & Stories

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

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.

he leaned in slowly to glance inside, but Connor was already pushing the door in, shifting it off it's hinges "Hello?' he called out loudly with his usual reserve, which was none. Koin rolled his eyes a bit but fallowed him in. The place was empty. No couch or chair. Just some dirty clothes and dishes in the kitchen. Was she..washing clothes in the sink? He was amazed to be in her space like this..where she lived but..there was nothing here, no pictures, no books. Just a bed and some blankets. He knew it was hers by the smell and he wandered into her bedroom tentatively, as if the wrong step in her empty home might upset her. That's when he noticed, the closet floor. a perfect square had bee

Once I have my bearing, we head off into the woods, and we make our way to the safe house. The House that is hidden deep underground, the house that has taken many years to build, the place that has enough ammunition hidden to wipe out every single bloodsucker that lives and breathes. All we have to do is get there and wait for my team to arrive, and then I'm taking a vampire King down and his army of bloodsuckers—It's Time for the humans to claim back these lands. Time to set these Pets and slaves free...

David Brooks tossed in a few routine questions before excusing himself, leaving behind a quiet, oddly weighty silence. Later that night, the house had gone still. Liam remained holed up in his study, the light under the door the only sign of life. Allie wandered the halls in silence, her fingers grazing along the cold spines of worn books in the library. Her touch lingered on the leather covers, chasing stories far older than hers, until something caught her eye—a dusty, half-forgotten photo album nestled between two encyclopedias. Curiosity tugged at her.

The angle made us look far more intimate than we actually were. Another picture followed, then another. Different angles, different moments. Every single one looked terrible.My heartbeat turned uneven as I scrolled down. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS: Guess the scholarship students have creative ways of surviving. CAMPUS TEA: Knew she was suspicious. ANONYMOUS USER: So this is how she got Professor Vale’s attention? ANOTHER USER: Adrian Laurent finally dating someone? Didn’t expect it to be her. I stopped reading immediately. My hands were shaking.

I wandered, coming across the library. It was massive, floor-to-ceiling shelves loaded with thousands of books, some ancient enough that their leather bindings had faded into ghostly grey. While trailing my fingers along the spines, something caught my eye: A book with no title. Oddly placed. Clean, while the others around it were dusty. I pulled it. A click sounded. Part of the bookshelf shifted backward with a low grind. My heart kicked. A secret passage. Inside was a narrow stairway descending into a hidden room.

I was so proud of myself saying this story, happy that I remembered everything Sean told me and all she could say was 'fair enough'. "What's the name of the book she read?" She asks, and I try to rack my brain for the name. "Hidden edges," I say at once, finally finding it deep inside my jam-packed brain. "Alright," she says and folds her arms, "Since you know all that, there'll be no need to burden myself with repeating it, but I could entertain a few questions." My eyes lighten up at that and a smile plays on my lips. Finally, someone would answer my questions.

The Emergent World required the reader to have been inside a long arrangement — a partnership, a collaboration, a building of something together that was larger than either person alone. And the fourth book required the reader to have been inside a long accumulation long enough that the ordinary day was the deepest thing they knew. He said: "Yes. The Inside Account is available to any thoughtful reader. The Ground Keeps requires the reader to have been in the ground or close to it. The Emergent World requires the reader to have been inside a long arrangement. The fourth book — " He paused, finding the form. "The fourth book is available only to the reader who has been inside a long accumulat

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.