Hidden In My Heart Novels & Stories

Also once hypnotized to herself, choking and repeating, "I won't like you anymore." One word at a time, the word was clear. But she was routed at the same time when she met him again. Those deep, can not let go of the secret love, want to secretly hide in the heart for a lifetime, do not let anyone find out, in the end, it has become something that can not be hidden. At the moment, there seemed to be no need to hide. Because, what she was always dreamed of. From a moment on, he also regarded her as his only dream.

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.

Chloe's heart raced as she stumbled upon a hidden letter concealed within the depths of her drawer—a tangible relic of a forgotten past, waiting to be discovered. Its worn parchment whispered secrets, its ink an ancient pact demanding illumination. With trembling hands, she gingerly unfolded the parchment, revealing a labyrinth of delicate cursive script, a map to the heart of her deepest mysteries.

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

I pretended like I didn't hear him because I'm very well aware that it is not the right place to let out my pride. That's how we both started to search the book named "The Hidden secrets." until 2 O'clock but the damn book nowhere to find. Hunger knocked my stomach frequently begging me to eat something although I reminded her that we are here to search the book, not for eating, but couldn't able to control myself I asked him shyly, "Why don't we eat and resume our searching?" but no response. "Blake, I'm hungry." I turned around and whined like a baby but the place where he stood before was empty.

Even after two years nothing had changed , his heart rate still sped up when he heard her name and he still missed her like crazy , no matter how hard he tried to hate her for leaving he still couldn't because he washwas hopelessly in love with her and for that reason alone he never wanted to become someone who would try to hold her back or lock her in a cage infact she couldn't be caged . What drew him to her was her personality in a society where people including him were afraid to be themselves or make mistakes because of how harshly they'd be judged , she didn't mind the rumours and she didn't spread them , she lived life like everyday was the last , she'd showed him that life could be f

Angel didn’t mind backing down when she knew it was in her best interest to know what these people knew. Hunter was flabbergasted he asked more calmly “Can someone tell me what is going on?” Michael simply handed him the piece of paper, they watched as all the color drained from Hunter’s face and he stared in stunned disbelief at Angel. When the letter had been passed around to everyone in the room who had just arrived. Michael spoke saying “It appears that Stacia wasn’t off with her friend that summer, she’d gone into hiding to give birth to her daughter. Whom she then gave to someone.”

I whispered to myself, barely audible: “You can handle this. One step at a time.” And somewhere in the back of my mind, All the Hidden Places waited quietly on the desk, a reminder that maybe some things weren’t meant to stay hidden forever—and maybe some truths weren’t easy to ignore. ---

“You… what? How…?” She moved back and started laughing sarcastically. “You thought you were clever. Thought you had a secret. But secrets have a way of revealing themselves, don’t they? I’ve always been two steps ahead.” I clenched my fist by my side. I felt rage, disbelief, and a bitter, aching pain in my chest. I wanted to scream, to shake her, to demand why, but the words were stuck in my throat. I was too shocked to say a word.