Hide And Seek Novels & Stories

Both agreed to play Hide and Seek, Eris had chosen this place as she thought that no one except her and her mom know the entrance and the exit of this place, even her father back then when three of them played hide and seek, her mother would have to look for the seeker instead of the seeker to look for them, he always gets lost. And now, it was Sein’s turn to be in such a horrific experience in his entire life, this was his first-time playing hide and seek with Eris. Instead of having fun, he found himself lost in the middle of those tall woods and not having fun the slightest but still looking fo

Antony pov **** 'Come out, come out where ever you are...' Where is she hiding? 'Come get me if you can!' She shouted from where she was hiding. I quickly followed the voice to where I thought she was, but she wasn't there. 'That's why I hate being the seeker, I give up come out Laura!' Annoyed at my inability to find her I sat on a metal bench, we were in the park enjoying our picnic. When she brought the suggestion of playing hide and seek. I don't like the game because whenever I seek I never find anyone.

He somehow still hopes his Luna will come back to him. "Whoever is first caught will lose to the others, now hide." Lorenzo said to his fellow kids as they played hide and seek together. He didn't know where to hide so he ran towards the pack stores. He saw one of them enter a particular store room, and he entered the other room. When he entered, he became frightened at how dark the room was. He instantly wanted to go out of the room even if it meant him losing the game. He took a step but noticed he just matched on a fleshy object he quickly withdrew his leg and then took another step and what he felt made him shout loudly to the hearing of the entire pack.

"Were you the one who chose this café for the blind date?" "Yeah. I thought you might like it because it feels like Heightsnew Villa here." There was a spark in his eyes. "Do you still recall? We loved playing hide-and-seek in the garden of Heightsnew Villa. You'd hide in the manmade cave every time." Hide-and-seek was their favorite childhood game. He could always guess her location every time he closed his eyes. Still, he always pretended to search high and low for her and deliberately avoided looking in the cave to satisfy her desire to win.

Fletcher asks, throwing me off guard as his honey voice breaks into the quiet. “Charity hides? We seek?” Matt asks, him looking over my head at Fletcher, a dark glint in his eyes. “Wait,” I stutter, not sure if I am hearing them correctly, “you want to play hide-n-seek? You two hate each other.” “Not here, Fireball,” Fletcher says, his pupils darkening. “Now I suggest you hide. We are only giving you a minute to hide before we seek what’s ours.”

"Great, then let's do a scavenger hunt. You will hide three things of yours around this park, and I will also hide three things of mine. Then, you will go look for the stuff that I hid, and I will do so too. The first person to find all three things wins." "Okay." "Then... I will be hiding my slippers and one of my earrings." I informed him, taking off my slippers and my earrings. "Hmm, I will hide my wristwatch, and both of my shoes." He said, also taking off his shoes and wristwatch. We both head in the opposite direction, and I couldn't stop giggling as I hid my earrings under an old garden vase, then one of my slippers was in a tree house and the other, on a roller coaster.

“It’s not a joke, honey. Please, listen. The Hidden Witches are nearly extinct because they were hunted by the Shadow Hunters—powerful warlocks who practice dark magic. They wanted to eliminate the Hidden Witches because they saw them as a threat. To protect you, I had to hide you in Canada with your mother. I revealed everything to her, and though she was angry, she agreed it was best for your safety if I left. She didn’t abandon you, Prisca; she was trying to protect you. A few months ago, a Shadow Hunter had a vision about two hidden witches that still survive. That’s why I brought you here. You’re in danger, and I need to protect you.” I pulled my hand away, stunned. I didn’t know how to

Walking in slowly with no makeup, just jeans and a cotton top… still tempting like sin, her hands fidgeted, eyes narrowed, trying to read me, sensing something was coming… just not what. Good. Arms once again folded, she eyed me warily. "What is this?" I cocked my head. "Let's play a game." Her brows pulled together. "A game?" "Yes," I said. "Hide and seek." She stared at me. "You're joking." My expression didn't change. "You get a five-minute head start. You can hide anywhere in the house." She folded her arms more tightly. "And if I win?" "That orgasm I denied you," I said. "This time, I won't stop."

“I remember… games. From before. Before the running, the wars. Simple games. With rules that meant nothing except within the game.” Games. The concept felt ancient, and wonderfully silly. “What kind of games?” I asked. “There was one,” she said, her glow warming with the memory. “You would hide a small object. And others would seek it. ‘Hide-and-seek.’ The only stakes were… the finding.” Hide-and-seek. In a garden where every leaf screamed its biography. It was perfect. We established rules. No using the Prism to “see” the significance of hiding spots. No using Lina’s paradox-nature to hide things in temporal folds. No using Kael’s sensors. Pure, silly, observational hide-and-seek.

She called out playfully, “Where’s Patricia hiding? She’s too good at this game—Mommy can’t find her anywhere! Come on, boys, help me look!” Underneath a long tablecloth, Patricia stifled a giggle behind her tiny hands. She loved hide-and-seek and was sure that this time, no one would find her. Caitlin had already spotted the faint outline of a small figure under the fabric but decided to play along. She walked closer and sighed dramatically. “No luck! I can’t find her anywhere. Maybe I should just stop looking.” Hearing that, Patricia’s little heart sank. Her eyes welled up, and when she saw Mommy’s high heels turning away, she scrambled out from under the tablecloth.