Novel & Cerita Hidden Soldier Novel

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.

There were no clues left in Cerrathien, the Capital City of Muhler seemed deserted. Airoh asked a handful of peasants during his search. They were in hiding, and their body trembled to see him, thinking he was an enemy. But found a ray of hope the moment he introduced himself. However, they didn’t know the whereabouts of the new Emperor. One thing was sure; the war had begun in Muhler when Esdras forcibly took the throne. Harewyn greeted them when they reached an abandoned building. “Thanks to Yerie, we are all safe!”

A flicker of relief crossed his gaze before he shifted back, his chest heaving. “You shouldn’t be here,” he growled. “And you shouldn’t be fighting alone,” I shot back. Before he could argue, a deep, guttural roar echoed through the battlefield, freezing everyone in place. A new figure emerged from the treeline. Not a wolf. Not even a creature I could name.

“What kind of books do you read when you do have time?” “Non-fiction.” I scrunched my nose. “Like… biographies? History? Science?” “Precisely.” “Good lord.” He chuckled softly, and I blinked. Did he just laugh? It caught me off guard. Here I was thinking bodyguards weren't supposed to be laughing. He went quiet again, standing beside me as I browsed the shelves. “So… where are you from?” “Droina, ma'am.” “Ohh... So many one worded answers... not much of a talker, are you?”

The safehouse was a cold stone villa hidden deep in the pine forest outside Geneva. Outside, a heavy winter storm blew through the trees, covering the mountain paths with thick snow. Inside, the big living room had been emptied. The furniture was gone, replaced with metal tables, glowing computer screens, and rows of black combat gear. I stood near the stone fireplace, wrapped in the thick wool sweater Marcus had given me, watching snow hit the window. I had washed the makeup from my face and changed out of the ruined silk gown, but the heavy diamond ring on my left hand still felt like a burden I couldn’t escape.

he said. "Thank you, this is our haven from the hands of the enemy," I replied. "You're right. So, I'll let you know if there's a message from Claire," he said and left me. When Heath was gone, I opened my suitcase and took the only book I brought with me. The Name of a Rose, written by the Italian author Umberto Eco. I haven't even finished from the prime. I couldn't face reading it because of too many works in Paris. I turned to the page where I placed the bookmark.

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A scholar stood beside the body, his hands trembling as he held out a small, weathered book. "We found this hidden in the lining of the body’s clothes," the scholar explained. "It’s not just any book—it’s a journal." Rion's brow furrowed. "A journal? Of whom? And why didn't we find this sooner?" The soldier from earlier stepped forward, bowing to Rion. "Your Highness," he said, "the journal was well hidden. After we deciphered the mark, we decided to check the clothing, and that's where we found the journal."

Then I slip my hand under my mattress where I’ve hidden the romance novel I’m currently reading. I cradle it like a tender little secret. Because it is a secret. It’smysecret. My only outlet into the psyche of a man, until Rhett came along. I sink into bed and curl up under the covers. My heart still stings from not hearing from him all day. My stomach feels hollow but not because I haven’t eaten all day. The second I open the book and the smell of the paper enters my nostrils, something inside me comes alive.

’ Lora chuckled and they both laughed. Her mother’s observations made sense, she had not seen the connection until now. Telling her mother the truth set her free from the prison of carrying the burden of the secret and now they will be able to tackle the situation together. Connie felt relieved for the first time in months that now she was no longer alone.