Hideaway Novels & Stories

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.

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 asked. "Of course, this is real." Aiden replied. "Come here." he held out his hand. I walked forward, cautiously approaching the cabin. He pushed the door open carefully and we entered the small house. I looked around, confused. How does he keep this place hidden? Who built this thing? I frowned at how cosy it was. "What is this place?" I asked. "This?" Aiden smirked, showing me his dimples, "This is my secret hideout. Nobody is allowed to enter because I don't allow anyone to see it." He explained.

The woman behind the door sounded weak and in pain. "Are you okay?" Freya asked. She didn't know why the lady was in the room at her young age; she thought it was just a coincidence that the lady was inside the room hiding like her. "Can you open the door, please?" She planned to hide in the room too, so that her father wouldn't find her. She would just go out if her brother would come back to the country. Her brother was in Australia to study; it was her father's decision.

Most of them came from low income households (but some of them were from well-off families too), and Zieve made sure they had everything they needed. He got these Hideout build for his team. So,they were accessible by the team members by their unique ID and Emergency code. In case of emergency his team members could take help from there. These hideouts looked normal from outside. Depending on the location, they could be any flat in a building, or an underground structure in the woods but from inside they looked like a small army base. It had everything that could be required by a team member from weapons to technical support, medical help , food as well as a place where they could have a sou

With the blanket still wrapped around me, I slip off my damp underwear off and head into the living area, desperate for a drink, my throat sore and dry. I find myself in the little galley kitchen looking through the pantry area I cry out. "Thank you, Lord." As I find a full crate of bottled water, opening one I drink it all, hardly tasting it, I pull out a packet of biscuits, looking through the pantry there should be enough food here to last me a couple of days, maybe I should just hide out here until things calm down. Deciding that's the best plan of action, I pick up another bottle of water and take it with the packet of biscuits back to the bunk area.

He leaned back now, intending to keep his front row seat as Dedrick and Rehida came out onto the porch to greet this spontaneous guest. He wasn't usually one for snooping, but just now he needed some sort of distraction, this would do for entertainment hopefully. The car was definitely taking it's time, he smelled the air but couldn't seem to pick anything up, the windows tinted, he could still make out 4 shapes inside, two of them in the back slightly smaller than the others. The car stopped and shut off not far Infront of the porch. Connor leaned forward in anticipation, hoping he would hear, but Rehida careful eyes fell on him.

scared to even hear the answer. “If you think eyes were not watching you at all times, you are stupider than I thought.” “What are we doing out here?” I looked around at where here was. “I am so glad you asked, this will be your new home.” He responded with arms wide open like he was showing me something grand. “Oh, and you won’t be escaping. Once I leave, this place will be rigged to blow if any of the windows or doors are tampered with. So, I wouldn’t try and escape. But just in case….” He smiled evilly and went to a closet. Inside he pulled out a fifty-foot log chain.

I asked desperately, rubbing my hands together like a junky going through withdrawal. Ash moved to me and held my face in the palms of his hands, “Ben and I will go on ahead. You need to stay here. Try in whatever way possible to mask your scent. Burn some wood around the house and spray one of the air fresheners in the house. You need to stay hidden. Do not leave this house, do you hear me?”