Hideaway Novels & Stories

Trained ears catching a sound, a scent, something out of place. They knew. “They saw us,” I confirmed quietly into the mic. Nyra’s voice came through again. Smooth. Pleased. “Good. Let them. You have three minutes to disappear.” She didn’t say what would happen in minute four. She didn’t have to. Safehouse – Unknown Location The hideout was buried deep in the hills, a brutalist skeleton of concrete and steel. There were no windows, no clocks. Just cold air and colder silence. It was perfect.

Clan who started laughing as well- Lavina joined in and lifted her cup to her lips. Lola stood bewildered, staring at the women who sat with their pinkies stretched out from the cups, pearls pretty around their necks, and laughed with their mouths but it didn't quite reach their eyes. She was pulled out of the living room but Melissa and they disappeared down the hall. “Thank god. Any longer and I would've suffocated in there.” Melissa said and massaged her throat. They closed the door to the so-called Hideaway which was a room filled with historic artifacts related to the founding of Wild Cliff. The room also doubled as a small library with scripts, books, ro

"Until I figure out how to deal with Silas, we have to stay hidden. He won’t rest until he has you, Sophia. And I can’t let that happen." Sophia nodded, but the unease in her chest didn’t subside. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were running toward something darker, something they couldn’t escape. --- **The Hideout – The Darkest Corner of Safety** Several hours later, they arrived at a secluded cabin deep in the mountains, far from the reach of anyone who might recognize them. The location was isolated, the perfect place for a hiding spot. But as Sophia stepped out of the SUV and looked around, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creep over her. The place was quiet, almost t

“You know the drill. Answer the questions, and we'll give you what you want.” “Then ask the damn questions quickly,” I snap, frustration bubbling as I clamp my legs together to give myself some relief. I’m tired of this stupid game. I want to be fucked well. “As you wish,” First Guy says, and I hate the triumphant look on his face. “Where is your secret hideout?” “Station Grey. Atlai Mountains.” “Good girl,” First Guy praises, smacking a kiss on my lips. “On your knees,” he commands as Thirst Trap spanks my ass.

My stomach churned, my pulse quickening as my eyes stung, my heart thudding with the need for more . “A hideout—did he mention one?” I pressed, my voice shaky, my throat raw. Vance’s eyes darted, his heart heavy with resignation as he nodded. “An old cabin, off Route 9, near the lake,” he said, his voice low, his hands trembling. “But the doctor said he fled after treatment. You won’t find him there.”

I whisper, and the creature holds up a finger before stepping towards a bright panel. It presses something and steps back toward me cautiously. "Please remain calm," it says, and my eyes widen. "Where's my Mam," I question as my muscles instinctively prepare for pain. "Your Mam is on Earth. You have been transported to Kea. My home planet. Your illness and injuries have been healed. You have been sent from your planet to participate in a Harvest tournament. I am your correspondent, Jali (jail-ee). My job is to inform you of rules and traditions relating to the Harvest. I understand you have many questions, but your body needs sustenance," the alien says and my brain practically explodes.

Vines and tall grass did a fantastic job of concealing it, while the interior boasted a hidden generator and a sweet wireless setup, all cleverly disguised by old potting tables and rusty tool hooks. The seemingly rough wooden floor held a secret – a trapdoor leading to a secondary safe room underground. And just for good measure, there was even an escape route snaking through the sewers and emerging in a ditch by the nearby woods. As Aldrich had once explained to Greyson, a well-placed hideaway could be a lifesaver in a pinch.

“Tell us about the safehouse.” The man’s eyes flicked to Sang-woo, then to Soo-ah, before returning to Naelle. “Not here. Too many ears. There is an old caravanserai by the water. Abandoned. Or so it seems. That is where your Lazarus keeps his treasures.” Soo-ah’s brow furrowed. “And Yoon-min?” The man hesitated, his gaze softening slightly as he glanced at Yoon-min. “If he is there, he will be in the lower rooms. But the place…” He shook his head. “It is not guarded in the usual way. You will see.”

“I won’t fail him.” We cross the courtyards, ducking in shadows, evading guard patrols. Arriving before dusk, we slip into the hideout, a narrow townhouse in a nondescript block, windows curtained, paint peeling. Inside, it’s modest: one bedroom, a sparse living room, small kitchen, a back door leading to alleyways. I flick on minimal lights, just one lamp. The air is still and cold. Kelvin drops backpacks. “We’ll make this home for now.”

“No one knows about this place except for a select few. It’s our secret hideout from now on. Somewhere we can meet, strategize, and stay off anyone’s radar.” I hesitated for a moment, taking in the eerie isolation of the cabin. It seemed like the perfect spot for our clandestine meetings—remote, untraceable, the kind of place where plans could be made in the shadows. I followed Ava inside, the old wooden floors creaking beneath my feet.