Hideaway Novels & Stories

he said as he headed out the door. Anna knew he was trying to escape. He knew he was giving her and her best friend space so they could talk things out but she wasn’t ready to talk. She just wanted to be left alone and Hailey wasn’t going to let her. The girls sat opposite each other, doing nothing but staring at each other. Hailey didn’t know what it felt like to come from such a complicated back ground. Her life was pretty easy. She was the daughter of two vampires. She was the only child too. Her parents were easy going folks and they were very peaceful people. They didn’t quarrel with anybody and they rarely fed directly from a life source. They always has sashes of blood in the house be

I whisper under my breath. Looking afar, I see "myself" mocking me. I can't lie. I know that peace is one thing I won't get in this lifetime. And seeing how the world is now, I'd rather be greedy for a house that has an unlimited food supply, a bed with fluffy pillows, and an everyday rain. Who am I kidding? I already have those. Well, except for the everyday rain, that is. "Diviana. If you would please permit me to ask, are you done having a moment with yourself?"

“I’m planning something.” “You always are.” “I want to take her and Edith away for the weekend. Friday morning through Sunday night. Somewhere private. Isolated. Ward-protected. I want to walk her through everything. The shift. The pain. The power. All of it.” Elias didn’t hesitate. “I’ll start prepping the Hollow.” The Hollow was a remote sanctuary we kept in the northern pines. Hidden by both tech and spellwork. Built to train, heal, and protect emerging wolves.

The event takes place in Miami. Albert is busy with business affairs while Paula is on vacation with her friends. They unexpectedly meet at a bar near the beach. The bar is very crowded, but Albert is sitting alone, which is unusual for him. Paula tries to approach him, but Albert openly rejects her because he wants to be alone. This is a very embarrassing moment for Paula, as her friends are watching what she is doing. They then make a bet, if Paula manages to sleep with Albert Raymond, she will get a weekend trip to the Bahamas as a reward.

A scarf,fine, pale wool rested over her lap. “This shawl is pure pashmina,” the woman continued, her voice dripping with disdain. “If it gets damaged, your entire staff couldn’t afford to replace it. Don’t just stand there. You may leave.” “Yes, ma’am,” the hostess murmured, cheeks flushed. The name printed on the passenger manifest was Diana Westwood,renowned jewelry magnate, society icon, and, judging by her tone, someone used to the world bending to her will. “Goodness. Useless girl,” she muttered under her breath.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

But then there was silence. I saw a big tree not far away from me, so I crawled over there with my meager belongings and hid behind it. My leg started to bleed really fast and that was when I saw that the gash was immensely deep and the pain I felt started to be real. I could not see much but I could make out the blood that was already all over the floor. Shit. The. I heard voices. They were near and they were talking. “Why would she be the only person not around now? And why is the alpha king making this mandatory?” One said. I clutched my hands to my chest in fear of being caught.

If anyone wanted to hide something…If anyone wanted to hurt someone without ever being caught… If anyone wanted to disappear completely… They’d go to the Hollow Mountain.

Between me and every creature in that packhouse that looked at me like I was meat with a pulse. If something had happened to him because I told him to let them take me, I was going to lose my mind. “No,” I whispered, wiping my face again. “Absolutely not. We are not doing tragic feelings in captivity.” I stood and went back to work. Phone useless. Door locked. Window barred. No tools. Food suspicious. Bond blocked. Blocked. That word stuck. I crouched near the baseboards. The last cabin had hidden a ward stone close to the floor. Gage had thought keeping me off-grid was protection. Whoever had built this room had taken the same idea and made it meaner.

“We need to hide.” “Where…?” His voice slurred, soft, lost. “Anywhere they won’t think to check.” Downhill lay an industrial zone—dark warehouses, silent streets, a maze of hiding places. I guided Adrian down the slope, muscles burning, lungs screaming. But fear kept me moving. At last, a row of abandoned storage units came into view. Rusted doors. Broken locks. Perfect. I pushed one open and pulled Adrian inside. The storage space was cold, dark, empty except for a few wooden crates.