Hidden Desire Novels & Stories

My nails dig in, and the marks are more real than I want, more real than I want them to be, more real than I am ready for. I find the final confirmation I’ve been waiting for. It comes in the shape of a hidden file, a false-bottomed drawer, a false life. Derek’s private study is full of shadows, of secrets, of quiet deceit. The storm drums against the windows like a warning, like an omen, like the edges of what I know to be true. I begin my search with a hunter’s patience, with a hunter’s eye, with a hunter’s instincts. The shadows of the room cannot hide what he’s done, what they’ve done, what they’ve planned, what I can see, what I can finally see.

I saw him first. I loved him first. I wanted him in my bed long before she even walked into this house. But unlike her, I was not walking around being thirsty. Unlike her, I kept my desires well hidden. I played the part of a perfect daughter. I didn’t flaunt my desire in flimsy shorts or see-through tops. I didn’t parade my hunger like a badge of honor. No, I kept it hidden. I buried it. I was the good girl. And where has that gotten me now.

Her voice trembled with restrained fury. Marcus’s brow furrowed deeper. That domineering look in his eyes was hard to ignore. He glanced at her belly — then at her shaking frame — and finally sighed. The room went heavy again. A few seconds passed before Allison spoke, her voice eerily calm. “And what if I say no?” Marcus’s head snapped up. “Why won’t you? It’s just a quick prick — one drop of blood and you’re done.” He trailed off mid-sentence, exhaling through his nose. The thought he’d been fighting off all day crept back in, dark and poisonous. His tone hardened. “Or is there something you’re hiding from me?”

I hide it under the floorboard beneath our bed, where no one will find it, unless they’re meant to. The wooden floorboard creaks softly as I slide it back into place, resting the weight of the bed over our secret. It feels like burying a piece of my heart in the earth, a desperate time capsule left behind for a future version of myself I might not even recognize. I look back at the hiding spot, praying silently that if my mind is wiped clean someday, some instinct will lead me back to this place to find the truth of who I was when I was loved by him.

“But when he came, I did not send him away.” Even when I was supposed to because he's to marry my sister. I can't tell the priest how selfish I've been all this while. He'll definitely judge me like humans are supposed to. “Why didn't you?” Because he was bleeding? Because he is dangerous? Or is it because when he looks at me, I feel seen in a way that terrifies me? “I don't know,” I admit. The priest is quiet for a long moment. “Desire does not make you sinful,” he says carefully. “But secrecy does. Temptation thrives where silence hides it.”

He leans back, a slow, understanding smile spreading across his face. “You poor, lucky bastard. You walked into a gilded cage and she handed you the tools to build the bars yourself. And you’re smiling while you do it.” Adam picks up the journal again, tracing the edge with his thumb. “Most men spend their whole lives looking for a fraction of that. For a woman who doesn’t just want the version of you that you show the world. She wants the dirty engine under the hood. The secret memory in the storage room. And she doesn’t just want it… she uses it. She fuels herself on it.”

The room is dark, and I am glad for it, the dark is what’s helping me hide away from my true thoughts, and my true desires. I force the image of him in between my legs away from my mind, I force the sight of his eyes staring at me with longing and desire as far back in the crevices as I can put them. Even as I say I hate him, I know it’s only me trying to hide away my own desire.

She was always frightened that Helena would reveal her secret and then their friendship would break down. But deep down she also wanted an acceptance. She wishes to be able to say all that with pride and show everyone her true colors. She can’t bear to keep hiding like she's made a terrible mistake. She doesn’t want to keep being scared and hiding like a loser. She wishes to be able to acknowledge herself and feel accepted. Although not everyone will accept it, at least she just wishes to be able to stand and feel recognized by herself.

"I really am sorry, Felicity. I should have told you that I'm a-a Werewolf, too." Felicity was quiet for a small time before she looked at him with disappointed eyes and Dmitri was surprised by how much that hurt him - it hurt him to know she was disappointed in him. "Why didn't you tell me? And why can't I smell your scent?" "I hide my scent because, while I'm out in the city of Paris, I don't like to be bothered by my fathers'...pack business so I hide my scent so he and the others cannot find me. That and I like to escape my mothers' nagging every now and again too." This earned him a small, delightful giggle from her which melted his heart almost to nothing. "I guess I didn't really thin

It could only come from that abandoned sect, maybe they survived and flourished somewhere hidden from plain sight. Or maybe they were right under our noses. Just like Amaryllis was right under Fallon's nose, a sleeper agent hidden in plain sight. Many students continued to disappear. The most shocking news was the death of Valeria and Tessa, Ife still could sense the dark magic over their deaths. Jacob was going to come for her soon, he had cleared the path to her by eliminating his mate bonded family. Now only magic held his pack together, his mistress and their children taking over the Alpha quarters in the pack house.