Romans & histoires Hidden In My Heart

My heart beats fast and I can feel my blood moving faster on my body and I run to hide from him. I hide behind the pillar with my hand resting above my heart my eyes closed and the back of my head resting against the pillar. Please, God, don’t let him see me. Please. I open my eyes as I hear his voice walking behind the pillar and I move to the other side and then the other side and peek as I watch him walk.

He scared her most in the world, but she could not ignore the love stream running through her veins that her heart pumped every second of her breath, her genuine feelings for him. ' All I could see was his wrath? Will he use someone else's wrath on me? I've started to understand him. He knew I'm hiding things. Instead of making the mistake of lying to him, I will prefer to hide things until he tries to comprehend their meaning of it. I can't see people hurt. He can't stop hurting them. He's the sky and I'm earth. He knows he's incomplete with me. I'm not using it against him. I'm trying to get used to this. I'm sure he wouldn't be unpleasant to me. I'm still fighting to stand bold in front o

Tears welled in my eyes as I whispered to them, pouring my hopes and fears into their tiny ears. Oh, Liam, what has become of us? The love we shared seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by uncertainty and deception. I yearned for the truth, for resolution, but fear held me captive. The thought of facing Liam, of exposing myself to the unknown, sent shivers down my spine. In this secluded chamber, hidden from the world, I clung to the fading flicker of hope. Hope that someday the truth would be revealed, that the veil of lies would be lifted. But for now, I remained concealed, my heart heavy with the weight of my decision to hide.

I defended. “Suitor? Fine, sing for your suitor!” Gio’s face is lively. I know he’s teasing me in his mind. Now Playing: Hidden Truth by Kristine Caye Indino This feeling started years ago Until now, my heart beats for you Time passes and it’s still you This is the hidden truth I’ve been enduring While singing, I am staring at Gio’s eyes. I am avoiding to blink. I want to stare at his beautiful brown eyes. I fall in love with you

But real. “I found it,” she says. The words slam into me harder than any blow. My knees almost give out. “The Heart?” I ask. She nods and reaches beneath her cloak, pulling free a small velvet pouch. Even through the fabric, I feel it—an unnatural stillness, like the world holding its breath. “It’s secured,” she says. “Hidden where Lady Ellie won’t look until it’s too late. Everything’s ready, Hope.” My chest tightens painfully. “You did it,” I whisper.

It was as though a hidden door within my heart swung open, revealing a truth I hadn't dared to acknowledge even to myself. A soft tremor coursed through my being, an undeniable recognition that the words I had spoken held a depth beyond mere friendship. How had I not seen it before? How had my heart whispered its secrets without my conscious consent? "I..." I began, my voice a fragile thread in the silence that enveloped us.

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

So close to me. Yet suddenly feeling so far away. My chest felt unbearably heavy as one thought consumed me entirely. “Naya…” I whispered again, this time weaker. Then finally… “Who really are you… and what are you hiding from me?”

Close enough that her gaze could land on the five numbers etched near my heart. They’re woven into the design. Hidden by lines and curves. Anyone else would miss them. But she won’t. She notices everything. It’s only a matter of time before she understands what they mean. A date. One that never leaves me alone. Part of me wants it over with. Wants her to see it and ask. Keeping this from her has been a slow, quiet ache that never lets up. It’s been sitting in my chest for years, heavy and unresolved. But fear wins.

I pushed his hands away from my shoulder, “I was just trying to help, gosh.” “By what, leaving us in a house alone when you know you're hated by many? Or almost getting me killed or worse, caught.” I remove the covers from over me and try getting up off the bed. I failed, the sharp pain that ran across my stomach left me crouching and gripping at my side, “Caught, Who's going to catch you.” “No one.” I get up gently, “Is SOPHIA HEART coming to get you?”