Hidden Numbers Book Novels & Stories

Bullshit. Nobody tells the truth down here. That’s the first rule. He paused at a steel door marked with old rust and peeling paint. I ducked into the shadows behind a stack of crates just in time. He tapped the handle twice, paused, then knocked once. A pattern. A fucking code. And someone on the other side opened it. Fast. He’s not just sneaking around. He’s part of something. I moved closer, still hidden. My pulse pounded in my ears. They spoke in hushed tones — too far for me to hear exactly, but I saw the figure.

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

Why in the world did he have all of these for? My fingers danced along the spines of the book in curiosity. I pulled out each book slightly, hoping like my library one of them would reveal some secret compartment. I stopped as one book caught my attention. It didn’t feel solid like the other books. It was too light. “Penn, I think I’ve got something.” I pulled it out. It was a black book with no title. I opened it to discover it was a hollow book. A velvet box, slightly smaller than the book, was hidden inside of it. I opened the box and smiled.

Heat crept up my neck. "Boring," Chloe sang out, pouring herself more champagne. "Open it, Maya. Maybe he hid a check in there or something." I felt a strange prickly heat on the back of my neck. Silas hadn't moved. He was watching my hands with dark satisfaction. Like a hunter watching prey step into a trap. "Go on," he urged softly. "Open it." I opened the hardcover. My breath stopped. The pages had been hollowed out. The center of the thick book was cut away to form a hidden compartment, lined in black velvet.

Brent muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Wait," Everest said suddenly, his gaze fixed on the bookshelf before him. "I think I know where he might have hidden it." He moved towards the bed in the adjacent room, deftly lifting the mattress. Beneath, a small patch of the box spring had been hastily sewn shut. With a single swipe of his claws, Everest exposed a hidden compartment, and there, nestled inside, was the navy blue book with swirling silver trim. "Huh, that's odd," Brent commented, flipping through the pages. "It's blank."

It was as if the room held a secret, whispering to her, urging her to uncover the truth. Fighting against her racing heartbeat, Rose continued her search. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on a bookshelf in the corner, untouched by the chaos. Something about it drew her attention. With a trembling hand, she reached out and brushed her fingers against the spine of an old leather-bound book. As she pulled the book from its resting place, a soft click echoed through the room. Rose's eyes widened as a hidden compartment was revealed behind the bookshelf. Heart pounding, she slowly opened it to reveal a stack of letters bound together with a delicate ribbon.

Sunlight came through a giant ceiling-to-floor glass window, illuminating the entire study room. She rarely came to his study and now she was admiring the interior design while walking around. Shanaya was searching for the black color file when she accidentally picked a black color book. She was startled when the shelf turned back, revealing a pitch-black hidden safe. It was designed so flawlessly and out of people's eyes to keep important documents until the black book was picked and the hidden safe would be revealed automatically. Placing the book back in its place, she resumed her work to look for a file. She checked on his desk where a bunch of files were placed, but none of them were th

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

"Look! It's dangerous here. We'll look for her, so find yourself someplace safe outside!" Jiezel immediately searched her pouch and fetched her cellphone, showing a picture of Diane from a random conference. "T-This is her," she gulped, "Um, she's wearing a red nightgown that falls past her feet, body tight. And she's very, very beautiful. You'll notice her instantly. Her hair - her hair is loose, reaching down to her--" "Hey, hey," Stan shook Jiezel and rubbed her shoulders, shushing her softly. She didn't realize she was talking so fast. She nodded her head to herself, wiping her tears and breathing deeply.

She had nothing to do anyway. She took a look at the bookshelves and noticed that there were numbers on them. She first found the book according to the numbers. She then turned to the specific page and continued to search for a number on that page. After finding all the numbers, she found that they made up 258614. What did this number mean? Was it the password of a bank account? Besides, 'It's easy to hide in a place that is often ignored'. What did that mean? What was he trying to hide?