Hidden Past Novels & Stories

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

“My dearest Anya, You do not know me, but I was once your mother’s closest friend. She feared this day would come. There are debts your family never acknowledged. And a legacy the old blood cannot accept. They will not stop until they have erased what your mother tried to protect. You must look to her past—not only her shame, but her vows. Time is running short. —M. Anya read it three times before her hands began to shake. It wasn’t just about running anymore. Her mother had hidden something. Not from shame. From history. And now history was hunting them. They worked side by side—Anya scanning documents with trembling fingers, Dimitri running silent searches through old land records and regi

For the first time since their reunion, the fury in his eyes gave way to something else—fear. Elora’s blood thrummed like fire and ice all at once. Every secret, every buried sin, every forgotten cry of the past was clawing its way back into the present. And as the door cracked open under the weight of the whispers, she realized the truth. The past hadn’t been buried. It was coming for them.

"Why keep this from me, Alexander? What else have you concealed about your past?" As Evelyn's words hung in the charged air, the room seemed to contract around us, enclosing our shared history in a suffocating embrace. I met her gaze, my eyes betraying a mixture of remorse and vulnerability. "Evelyn, I never meant to hide anything from you. Isabella was a part of my past, and I thought I could bury those memories to focus on building a future with you."

Her past was a puzzle with missing pieces, and each revelation brought her closer to understanding who she was and what had led to the present. The room, with its hidden memories and bittersweet images, was a silent witness to the story of Gowthami’s life. As they stood amidst the photographs, the weight of the past pressed down on them, fueling their determination to uncover the truth and protect Gowthami from the shadows that threatened her future.

“I'm positive I can. He's still unaware of who I am. It is power. I'll make my proper introduction when the time comes. I'll have him doubting everything by then.” Once more, the spy leaned back, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Is this going to get messy?” Howard’s grin expanded. “It always does.” There was a pause. The overhead lightbulb flickered again, briefly illuminating Howard’s face. The spy whispered, “Have you ever considered that it might be too late for all of this? Maybe the past should remain in the past?” Howard's eyes became gloomy. “There is no burial for the past. It's shackled. Those who believe they have escaped it are the ones who are directly targeted when it breaks lo

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the masculine voice, as I turned around to see the owner of the voice, I was too stunned to speak. The sight before was too appealing to my eyes, I couldn’t help but stare. There He was, standing on his crutches HALF NAKED! The only thing covering him was his undershorts. I never knew someone could look so hot on crutches “Are you deaf, who are you?” Embarrassment flushed on my cheeks as I realised my mistake “Umm.. sorry for the intrusion,” I said in a high-pitched voice “I'm.. the new secretary”

Through the same emails Joan used as a medium to insult and say horrible things to Erica, they settled their differences and started having decent conversations over the years but they were never able to see each other since they lived in different states. Andrew made sure that Erica had nothing to do with Miriam Johnson, her mother. Erica was sitting in a coffee shop, she had a pipping hot cup of coffee sitting in front of her, she was busy writing on a book, she calls it "Hidden Diary" this was where she wrote down all her life experiences. She was writing to keep herself busy while she waited for her sister. Joan and Erica have been planning to meet for months but their busy schedule woul

Emily There were many aspects of my family history that always raised questions for me. As these came to light, it seemed that a dark shadow was re-emerging to dim the brightness of the future. It was a presence of the past that instilled panic in me and wanted to cast a shadow over the days ahead. All the information came piling in, and I felt like a defenseless baby. What was my fault that my mother didn’t keep her home and ran after another man? And what did I have to do with her misunderstandings with “Dad”?

"You have to let your girlfriend go. How would you throw her in a prison just because of her past? Why would you do that? I have been dying to talk about this with you and you might probably not know it yet but I don’t see a reason to why you should have done something like that to your own girlfriend because of a mistake she made in her past!” Annabelle said to him “Her past? She was working with the man that took your life. You could have died permanently!” He said to her