Hidden Talents Novel Novels & Stories

Elara Vance The temperature in the library plummeted so sharply that my breath turned into a white cloud. The "Silent Seal" on my father’s throat didn't just mute him; it seemed to shatter under the weight of the presence approaching the hall. "The Right of the Second Choice," Malachi whispered, a cruel smirk playing on his blind face. "It seems the Archivist doesn't like to lose a bet. If the first bride becomes too difficult to control, he simply... replaces the part."

"She said that was exactly what someone who had pre-weakened the ceiling would say." Kael started walking again. "I cannot win," he said. "You keep winning," Mira said. "That is the problem." They reached the garden bench. Kael sat. Mira sat beside him this time, not across, a small change but noticeable. "The Hidden Talent Theory," Mira said, opening to a new page. Kael looked at her. "Is that something you named?" "Yes," she said. "But it describes a real pattern. Every time an event occurs that cannot be explained by your visible stats, observers default to assuming you possess hidden talent you are deliberately concealing."

Caelia murmured as she looked back at the caregivers’ belongings. There was a large bag containing food and drinks for her and her two brothers. There were also several jackets piled together. Then her attention shifted to... "A phone? Does Caelen mean the phone?" Caelia tapped her index finger against her chubby cheek. She glanced back at Caelen, then hesitantly picked up the phone and hid it under her clothes. "I’m not like a thief who takes other people’s things without permission, right?" she murmured again, nervously glancing at the caregivers who were still trying to stop Caelen and Caelric.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Today should be November 15th. I opened my eyes and glanced at the calendar on my phone. When I woke up, a doctor in a white coat was standing beside me. I remembered him; his name was Henry Lewis, my senior and also my attending doctor. Then there was another man... At this moment, he was standing in front of me, looking hostile. "You faint so easily, Mia Frank. When did you start learning how to act?" he sneered. My head throbbed for a moment, and I finally recalled his identity.

Lucas decided to play a nursery rhyme she would know and to his surprise, he found Zendaya to be a fast learner, as she managed to memorize the keys. It reminded him of himself when he was young, as he was also a fast learner. It seemed she had gotten her brain from her mother, who was also brilliant and had come on the top of her class. “Very good,” he clapped after he and Zendaya finished playing the piece. “My name is Lucas, what’s yours?” he asked and even though he asked, he didn’t expect her to answer. As her mother had said, she had a problem conversing with strangers. It was even a miracle that she hadn’t bolted out of the room.

No memory can be thrown away or forgotten easily. Here, I learned to get along with others properly. In this house, I felt like a person and not just an object that is controlled when needed. Here, I felt the love that had been missing from my life. Here, I felt whole. Gabrielle and our unborn child made me whole.

Dmitri gazed at the crusted bloodstains on the rotted wooden floor as Quinn heaved heavily, “I’m gonna puke.” “All of you, leave the room and search the area again,” Dmitri ordered and they gratefully left the room, no hesitation. As much as the smell and sight of this room were awful, he knew he could stand it. Like the other rooms, this study needs to be searched for anything and everything, no matter how disgusting and revolting it is. He made his way over to the large desk that sat on the other side of the room, ignoring the bloodstains and the mummified flesh that has dropped onto it, and rummaged through the yellowed papers of spells and ways to torture and drawings of her victims. Dmi

It could only come from that abandoned sect, maybe they survived and flourished somewhere hidden from plain sight. Or maybe they were right under our noses. Just like Amaryllis was right under Fallon's nose, a sleeper agent hidden in plain sight. Many students continued to disappear. The most shocking news was the death of Valeria and Tessa, Ife still could sense the dark magic over their deaths. Jacob was going to come for her soon, he had cleared the path to her by eliminating his mate bonded family. Now only magic held his pack together, his mistress and their children taking over the Alpha quarters in the pack house.

Totally ruined and would reveal the truth to everyone. Are you not afraid of that Jeoff?! Your deepest darkest secret Jeoff! Don’t you wait until I’ve finally run out of patience Jeoff… I HATE YOU! I want to cry right now! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL