Hidden Love Can't Be Concealed Novels & Stories

I had pretended not to know her while giving her everything my body had been holding back. And still, the ache remained. Because in the light of day, nothing had changed. The divorce. The accusations. The contracts. Marcus. Kathryn. The child she might still be hiding from me. But for a few stolen hours in the dark, we had been honest in the only way we still knew how. What if the only place we can still love each other without destroying everything… is in a room where no one can see our faces?

To bury the truth so deep… No one could ever find it. Not even him. A tear fell onto the paper. I stared at it for a moment. “I’m trying to be strong…” My voice softened. “I’m trying to be the kind of mother you needed…” Even if it means you hate me. Even if it means you never understand. “Sam,” I said quietly. “Yes.” “Hide my presence.” A pause. “From everyone.” Even him. “Protocols under ‘Rose Tree.’” “Confirmed.”

Adding this might be the final fracture. I couldn’t risk it. Not yet. I would handle Lena and Stephan quietly. Confirm the paternity through additional testing if necessary. Offer the relocation package as planned. Keep the secret buried like all the others. But deep down, I knew the truth. Every new secret I buried was another crack in the foundation of the future I was desperately trying to build with the only woman I had ever truly loved. One day, the weight of all these hidden lives would become too heavy. And when that day came, I wasn’t sure Catriona — or our love — would survive it.

“But strength alone will not protect you from truth.” “Then show me the truth,” Eva demanded, fury and determination lacing her words. “Show me what you want from me, and I will not falter.” A silence fell, heavy and oppressive, broken only by the distant cry of a lone eagle. Then, with deliberate, almost ceremonial movement, the cloaked figure lowered its hood. The face beneath was obscured by shadows, features shifting like smoke, impossible to define. Yet somehow, Eva knew this being was not entirely alien. Something deep within her resonated, a memory half-remembered, a connection she had yet to understand.

His shoulders eased slightly. “I’m tired of pretending,” I continued. “I’m tired of acting like loving you is a scandal.” His mouth curved faintly. “Pretty sure it still is.” “Maybe,” I admitted. “But hiding didn’t protect us. It just made us liars.” He glanced at me then. “You think being open will protect us?” “No,” I said honestly. “I think it will expose us.” “Same thing.” “It’s not.” He pulled into my building’s underground garage and parked.

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

While running through the security room, I saw the cameras in action, thinking for a minute, I decided to go inside to see what had ha There was no security guard in the room. I took a quick look and checked the C block. The camera caught the silhouette of a person running out of the library. I pulled back the previous search. Surprisingly, the screaming earlier came from the head of the library, what's she doing at school now? It is also possible that she is about to leave because all the electrical equipment in the room is off. Chief librarian was standing in the corner with the moonlight shining in and the other standing in the hidden corners. Suddenly she was pulled into the air, she scr

“Don’t be ridiculous, Der. You’re fifteen, you’re too young to know what love is. What happened to you. . . it was rape. And even though you weren’t forced, it’s still illegal because you’re underage.” “I-I didn’t think about it like that,” he muttered. “I know you didn’t, look I’m sorry that I yelled at you. But you have got to be more careful because God forbid this happens again. . . it could be a lot worse.” “I’ll be careful, I promise,” he gave me a hug. I missed my brother, he was under Hailee’s spell but now that she’s gone, maybe the spell will finally be broken. / / /

She motioned to the Pota's and Aman, "Lock them up where I can find them. I'm not yet pleased." Diane's black eyes peer at Ezekiel's marble gray ones, oddly feeling the comfort of its gleam that stares at her with adoration. "Now, go," She whispers, sensing the darkness within her surface. The woman pushes the young man away as she turns her back on him. Ezekiel pecks Diane on the top of her head and picks up the unconscious Aman, leading his brothers about fifteen meters away and up in the trees (Alec picks up Tray and Hugo with David).

he says, voice like thunder cracking over a battlefield. And in that moment, I know: The world isn’t on the brink of disaster. We’re already falling. --- Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Hide and Seek, the first book of The Trios Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.