Hidden Person Novels & Stories

- THE HIDEOUT ROMAN’S POV The hideout is hidden inside an unassuming convenience store, the kind you’d walk past without a second glance. Fluorescent lights hum faintly above our heads, casting sterile glows across shelves stacked with dusty snacks and cheap energy drinks. From the outside, it’s ordinary. From the inside, it hums with quiet tension. This place houses both Souls and Believers; a mix which makes it perfect for us to blend in. The cashier’s eyes follow us the moment we step through the door. He’s calm, polite even, but there’s something about the stillness in his gaze that gives him away. Believer.

" Then the timer starts to count down. Everyone split up to find the best hiding spot. Humero immediately went to the dining area and hid inside the cabinet. Inside of it was a ton of cobwebs and expired detergents, which it had not used for so long. Max decided to stay in the living room and hide in the human-sized drawer. He was completely fit in the cabinet box as he pushed slowly in order to close the cabinet box.

"Kettle~ Pfft." "What did you say, you ass?!" Kleaton shouted, picking up the unconscious - almost dead- man below him and throwing the body to the person beside Aiden. "Holy shit!" Hugo dodged, running to Keir and clinging on his back. "It was Aiden, you ho-hum petty person!" He punches the air as he yells. "Have some respect for the dead man, bro!" Aiden whistles, nudging the insensible man with his black boots nonchalantly.

News of a new player on the global stage sent shockwaves through the intelligence community. The Phantom, an elusive and enigmatic operative, emerged from the shadows, posing a significant threat to global security. With their identity concealed and their motives shrouded in mystery, The Phantom became the focus of Alex's attention. Determined to unravel the truth behind this formidable adversary, Alex embarked on a relentless pursuit, leaving no stone unturned in their quest for answers. Clues and encrypted messages led them across continents, piecing together a puzzle that seemed to be designed specifically for them.

He states. "What else do you know about this 'Rapture'?" "All I know is that he specializes in hiding people. He has a talent for making people disappear, as if they never existed in the first place." "How do I find him?" I ask. "No one can find him. He finds you." He states.

as her bastard daughter to help her prepare for war. I move around the room, packing satchels with hex bags, potions, powders, casting gems—everything she might need. That’s when she enters, speaking to her second-in-command. “Where did they find it?” she demands of Sybil. “In one of the underwater caves in Loch Ness. Hiding in the aura of the monster there.” The Red One cackles. “Clever. I suppose it’d have to be, to have survived this long.” She throws her hood back. Her beauty is sharp and cruel. Her white hair gleams like bone, and deep lines frame her twisted grin.

Well before me and Sasha kill ourselves out of excitement, better move our feet to find her. Through the halls we walk and look for the girl with the hidden treasure. We tried the canteen first and found nothing. Next the vacant classrooms, again nothing. We tried the school grounds unfortunately still nothing. We scavenge up and down to look where this treasure might be hiding. Did mini interviews as to know the eyes of the witnesses who saw Belinda. We were acting as if we were the famous Detective Sherlock Holmes. Knitting little pieces as to answer the top question in our heavily long list of queries. Who is this person? No one seems to know the person but as far as we know the person ha

I sent my location to him and instructed him to pretend like he doesn't know me. I ended the call and face her boss again. " If you know what is good for you, don't say anything when you leave this room and make sure you sign the contract or you will be a forgotten person. Cold sweat broke out of him when he realised who I was because everyone knows that I always hide my identity, so he grabs my legs and started pleading " I know my mistake now, please forgive me, young master" I used my leg to push him to the side and looked at him.

My resolve solidified, and I was prepared to embark on this clandestine journey, weaving through the lives of unsuspecting individuals in the name of a hidden purpose. As the conversation drew to a close, a chill crept up my spine, as if a ghostly presence had enveloped me. The mysterious person, the architect of this intricate puzzle, imparted one final directive. "Remember, discretion is paramount. We operate in the shadows, where secrets thrive and destinies unfold. Keep your purpose hidden, and let no one discover our intentions."

It didn't look familiar and I didn't know what it meant but something was telling me that I should keep this hidden as far and as deep as I possibly could until I could figure out what it meant. Feeling tired, I put the coin into the little bag that Dora had shown me to make when I was younger and hid it with my underwear, somewhere I knew dad wouldn't search and Dora mostly kept her hands out of my things. Closing my eyes I laid back waiting for the usual slideshow of faces to start playing out in front of me but nothing happened and I just drifted into a peaceful sleep, something that I couldn't remember the last time I had done without the help of something extra.