Hidden Numbers Book Novels & Stories

Marcus can't deny that it's a rumor that the country's president is involved in illegal drugs, but no one really dares to go forward and prove it, as long as he doesn't overuse, it is fine like in other countries, he thought. "What about the underground?" He curiously asked. Marcos turned to see him with an amused smile. "So you saw that hidden button huh? brilliant as ever." He said. It was true, the button to the two level underground level was hidden like a camouflage. "First underground level is the entertainment floor, clubs, and casinos. The last below is the research area, where hackers go." He explained. Marcus felt content, he was really doubting why there's no such thing as hackers

A life reduced to six paragraphs. But something caught Alicia's attention. At the very bottom of the article. A handwritten circle. Made decades ago. Henry's handwriting. He had circled Eleanor's name. The room suddenly felt very quiet. Alex looked at the photograph again. Then the article. Then the ring box sitting nearby. And understanding slowly crossed his face. "Oh." Alicia nodded slowly. "He loved her." Neither of them spoke for a moment. Because suddenly everything made sense. The hidden photograph. The secret vault.

"What do you suggest we do, my Lord? How can we ensure our secret remains hidden?" A devious smile crept across Lord Arcturus' face as he formulated a plan. "We must be more discreet than ever before, my dear. No more late-night rendezvous, no more moments of vulnerability. We shall become shadows in the darkness, whispers in the wind. Our act must remain hidden, buried deep within our hearts."

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.

Neither of the two gave way to their true feelings for the other, just for Serafina's sake. And speaking of Serafina... "Give..." Alessio stammered out with a shaky breath, recalling that he had the Regnante hidden away in his bedroom, and given her nature, she had just heard everything. "Give me a moment," Standing up from his place, he walked to his room and cursed under his breath to see the door ajar. Pushing it open, his heart ached in his chest to see his window thrown open as he gritted his teeth.

“In Emily’s papers.” Ronan stepped closer. Very slowly. Because hidden in the corner beneath the second star sat something almost invisible. A tiny number. Written in blue. 2.

My heart is beating fast from certainty. I know what I have to do now. No more silence. No more hiding. No more waiting. I walk over to my desk and kneel beside the hidden drawer. I unlock it and pull it open. Inside lies the book I wasn’t supposed to keep. The one the Council tried to destroy after I failed the trial. The book they feared. I pull it out and begin flipping through the pages. There are maps, symbols, clues and hidden truths. Everything is still here. Everything is still alive.

"The Little Star That Found Home." Teresa took it, turning it over in her hands. The cover was new, there wasn't a crease or scratch at all. "I don't remember buying this." "You didn't." Emma grinned. "It was already in my room." Teresa looked up. Mrs. Lim's forehead creased. "I've never seen that book before." Emma reached for it again. "Open it." Teresa did. The first page held a short handwritten message in neat black ink.

After a minute, he seemed to think of one. He went over to one of the bookshelves and pulled down a large book. He carried it over and held it out to me so I could see. As I took it from him, I was a little surprised to see the words Advanced Astrophysics printed across the cover. I stared down at it, confused. "The best place to hide something is in plain sight," he said, reaching over and opening the book.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page: