Novel & Cerita Hidden Talents Novel

Thallia closes the thick file in front of her with flourish and places her elbows on the stone table as she leans forward, her fingers tucked beneath her jaw. “I’m curious about you, Mr Blackthorn.” “What about?” I ask after a beat. She tilts her head, studying me. “You have been the perfect student since your first year. Rose through the ranks almost immediately and demonstrated exceptional control over your…….other self. No disciplinary marks and maintained impeccable grades throughout.” Of course……This is where Ghost and I excel. Showing perfection and clean records to prevent anyone from seeing just how depraved he really is. What do you mean by depraved? A man’s voice says in my head.

"I know. I know, and I'm sorry. But Crystal, listen, this changes everything. You don't need Amir's money. You have your own. You're rich, probably richer than the Al-Fayads. You don't have to stay in that contract." Crystal sank back down onto the blanket, her legs suddenly unable to hold her. "I'm rich." "Yes." Crystal started laughing. It started as a giggle, then grew into something bigger, wilder, edged with hysteria. Ahmad knelt beside her, concerned. "Crystal?" "It's just….it's so absurd. All of this. The contract, the baby, you and me. And underneath it all, I'm secretly a billionaire heiress." She laughed harder, tears streaming down her face. "It's like a bad soap opera."

I found an old, abandoned house inside our land, a place shrouded in shadows and silence, and I hid Marco there, a captive in my twisted game. The days stretched into weeks, each moment a tense, agonizing wait. I watched, I listened, I waited for Tyra's reaction, for the moment she would crumble under the weight of her loss. Then one day, I watched as she entered the dilapidated house, her eyes searching, her face etched with fear and determination. She found Marco, unharmed, but her relief was overshadowed by the realization that I was the one who had taken him.

“No. They tried. But there’s something… strange about it. A force that’s protecting the memory. Something old and dangerous. But I think you might be able to get past it.” She narrowed her eyes. “Strange how?” Kieran leaned in, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret he shouldn’t. “It’s not just a normal lock. This memory is protected by something ancient, something I’ve never seen before. The usual methods aren’t working. But you…” He paused, eyeing her carefully. “You have a particular talent with difficult memories. I believe you’re the perfect candidate.”

"Fat Fox, your explanation is too outrageous, isn't it? Have you read too many novels? However, Dayan does have a plot in the novel where the soul takes over the body and is reborn, but... this is too fantasy... we should still believe in science, This science can’t explain it at all, why don’t you say that there is a golden-fingered grandpa from Da Yan’s novel living in Jessica’s necklace?” "I prefer that little girl Jessica has a very strong talent, but it is suppressed by her own personality, and the second personality derived from it just makes up for this shortcoming. We have encountered this situation before during missions. That little girl from Sargon, after another personality took

No matter what, she was not about to let her daughter find out about her hidden skeletons not after two decades of hiding them so well. Unknown to everyone, her hatred towards the Bradwells had nothing to do with their financial status. She and James grew up in another city and had a past that she would rather not re-live. She will never forget the day she ran away from her marriage because of poverty. James loved her too much and was very possessive of her but could not financially provide for her. This stressed him so much that he started coming home drunk and at times verbally abusing her. One day Pamela who back then was known as Paula reached her point of enough and she decided to run

I said, watching her face carefully. Ashina looked away, but the chain at her wrist rattled once because fear had touched her body before pride could stop it. Tala unwrapped the book slowly, revealing pages made from thin leather and a cover marked with a burned black feather. “This was taken from Lupe’s room after she died,” Tala said, opening the first page with trembling disgust. “It lists names of marked servants, secret gates, poison recipes, and prayers to something the Blood Feather calls the Hidden Mother.” Ashina smiled again, but her eyes would not fully leave the book.

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

Those with even modest talents were often conscripted to power the magical infrastructure of the upper city, their energy harvested until nothing remained but hollow shells that were then discarded back into the Veil. She shrank back from the window, mind racing. She needed to hide, to flee, to warn others if possible. But as she turned toward the door, a strange sensation bloomed in her chest—warmth spreading outward like ripples in water. The feeling was foreign yet oddly familiar, as if a part of her long dormant had suddenly awakened. Below, the noble went still. His head snapped up, looking directly toward her window. The golden fire in his palm flared brighter, casting long shadows tha

I walked toward the metal container and peered in. My eyes widened when I saw the various weapons and other gadgets inside the room. If Dominic hadn’t told me he was in the Mafia, I would have thought he was a secret agent or something. Turning around, I looked at everything and struggled to wrap my head around what I was looking at. “I own the building. This room is also hidden from the floor plans, and the entrance is hidden. This room is also soundproof. Other than me, you are the only one who knows about this room.”