Hidden Past Novels & Stories

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

The phone slipped from my hand, clattering against the marble, the sound too sharp in the quiet space. An alibi. I needed to prove exactly where I was and what I was doing five years ago. The cold didn’t just settle in my chest; it spread, slow and deliberate, threading through my veins until it locked me in place. I couldn’t give them an alibi. Five years ago, I didn’t exist. Clara Everett was a ghost, a name waiting to be built, and Elena Hart was hiding in a cramped, cash-rented apartment, counting days in silence, watching doors, waiting for something to go wrong.

I was hidden. And now, the past was demanding to be uncovered.

The shadow of a long-forgotten secret loomed over us, threatening to shatter the fragile peace we had found. With trepidation in his eyes, Xander confided in me, sharing the truth that had haunted him for years. He revealed his involvement in an underground secret society, a dark world that he had long since distanced himself from. It was a past he had buried deep, hoping it would never resurface.

Kasey blankly stared at Shobek as he slowly stood and walked to the hall door, his hand resting on the knob as he sighed. "When...I felt it, It took me six years to escape hell, and I searched everywhere. I could feel myself drawing closer to the key of freedom, and that's when I saw you. As soon as I met your eyes, it clicked. But in my frantic search, I didn't realize the king sent his dogs after me. I only got a glimpse of you before being dragged back down into the depths of hell. The king... was not happy. And I felt his wrath each day he came down into his dungeons to torment me. He let me go after three years. He said that since I led him to you, he had cut my six-year sentence in hal

“I know everything about you.” A chill slid down my spine. He straightened again. “Your past,” he said calmly. My stomach twisted. The word past carried too much weight. Too many secrets. Too many scars. Adrian continued speaking slowly. “Your little financial troubles from five years ago.” My fingers curled slightly at my sides. “The investigation that nearly ruined you,” he added. I forced myself to breathe evenly. “That’s ancient history.” Adrian shook his head. “Not to the public.”

End of Chapter Thirty-Two — Part One “The past does not disappear when it is buried. It waits for someone brave enough to uncover it.” The hidden chamber beneath the archives was colder than the rest of the sanctuary. Not because of the stone walls. Because of what they contained. Every shelf carried pieces of a forgotten world. Broken crowns. Ancient weapons. Letters written by hands that had turned to dust centuries ago. Elara walked slowly between the shelves, her fingers brushing against the old books. She had spent her entire life believing history was something solid. Something permanent. But now she understood. History was fragile. It depended on who was holding the pen.

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

So there isn't much information I can get, neither do I know anyone other than the rulers of the lands, who also hate me after I said his son to fuck off. We would reach Blood Stone in 30 minutes or so since we're in a helicopter. My head kept replaying Malcom's grey mist, that black shadow going back into Dawn's body. "Umm..dad, you saw what Malcom did back there didn't you. Before the ceremony and Malcom's attack on the palace, in that box, you knew what was in it before giving it to me. Why did you decide to hide this secret for so long, that mom was a witch ?"He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily, his eyes held shame and regret as he looked at me

And whatever secrets the past had buried— They were no longer hidden.