Hideaway Novels & Stories

“Together?” “Always.” We made it to the safe house an hour later, one of the off-grid properties I hadn’t used in years. It was small, quiet, tucked between old trees and stone walls. For the first time that night, the air didn’t smell like smoke. Adrian dropped onto the couch, exhausted. “So this is where billionaires hide.” “Just this one,” I said, locking the door behind us. He smirked. “No wine cellar?” “Just instant coffee.”

“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.

The remote hideout where she had sought refuge had become her sanctuary, a place to grapple with the transformation that had altered her life forever. In the heart of the hideout, a spacious, dimly lit chamber served as Beverly's training ground. The walls were adorned with maps, symbols, and sketches of the city of Omaha, marking known werewolf territories and danger zones. An array of weapons, both conventional and supernatural, was neatly arranged along one wall.

Kael stepped forward and spoke, his voice deadly. "We've broken stronger wolves than you. You won't even stand a chance." The rogue trembled. His confident front crumbling to a pile of dust. Finally, his lips parted and he began to speak, his voice raspy and weak. “There's... a place. Not the main stronghold— I don't know where that is, I swear to you. But I do know a hideout, that's where I've been since I joined. It's called the Hollow." I straightened. Finally.

Mark skillfully navigates the car towards a concealed entrance, concealed within what appears to be an abandoned building. With a smooth slide, the hidden entrance opens, revealing a dark and clandestine underground passage. The car crossed the threshold, and the doors sealed shut behind us. The sound of the hydraulic doors echoed, dimly lit by surveillance screens and guarded by armed men who remained vigilant as we passed by. Finally, the car came to a stop in a spacious underground garage. As I ascend a grand staircase, I enter a luxurious apartment concealed within this secret hideout. The interior oozed opulence and refinement, a sanctuary of control amidst the chaos of the outside worl

I asked him with a derisive look on my face. "Um, because I'm on your side..." He replied. "There's a secret underground lair at the palace compound, near the treehouse. I discovered it one time when I was playing, so I converted it into my hideout You can access it through the sewer tunnels, or from a hidden hatch under a statue in the compound. The best part is, no one knows about it, so you can hideout there for a while." It seemed like good news, but then, how can we be sure it's not a trap. We didn't know this guy too well, so how can we trust him?

I know that Aeroll and Arice will go there. Our hideout is in the underground of a rest house that the three of us owned. I stopped in front of the rest house and I already saw their cars before I get off my motorcycle. I'm now inside the rest house and I instantly went to the kitchen to take some vodkas and three glasses. Then I went to the comfort room of the house. Why there? It is because that's where the entrance to our hideout is located. I pressed the secret wall then a square part of the tiles appeared. I enter the password which is the name of our hideout.

Regardless, though Zivon hadn’t expected Xavia to return, he simply gazed indifferently at her while asking, “Why have you returned?” No longer did his voice carry hints of ambiguity… It was a completely detached voice. Even so, Xavia knew she couldn’t afford to think about that now. With that, she began looking left and right as she said, “Jenna’s here. I need to hide.” With how tidy the room was, she could only see two places to hide in… It was either the wardrobe, or washroom. Figuring that Jenna could potentially use the washroom, Jenna then slipped into the wardrobe before whispering, “Please don’t let her open the wardrobe…!”