Hiding Behind Novels & Stories

That's why he let his daughter hide and not do anything. Turning away discreetly, Hideous took a moment to gather his emotions before refocusing on the task at hand. He knew that his own daughter, Sherly, was out there somewhere, facing her own challenges and dangers. And while he couldn't be by her side in this moment, he was determined to do everything in his power to ensure her safety and well-being.

I had worked all my life to become the underground Alpha, but I kept falling. “Fuck!” I kicked the table in front of me, remembering I wouldn’t be able to move freely until the issue got settled. I was hiding in one of my safe dens, a small, secret hideout tucked behind an abandoned warehouse no one bothered with anymore. You’d miss it if you didn’t know what to look for the rusted-out panel that slid just enough to let me slip through.

he said again, voice colder this time. I walked back to my desk and sat down, my legs weak. My chest ached from holding my breath. I tried to focus on the numbers on the page, but they meant nothing. All I could think of was the secret growing inside me — and the man who could destroy everything if he ever found out. I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, whispering softly so no one could hear. “No one can know… especially not him.”

I made myself as small as possible, hidden away in the foliage. Ever since I was a child, I have always excelled at hide and go seek. I never cared much for being a seeker. Hiding was my superpower. I was always the last found, able to make myself so small and insignificant and suppress my scent. I have always felt most comfortable quietly watching. Distanced from the scene, a desensitized observer. I held my breath as he turned towards where I was hiding. The trick to being an excellent hider is to never react when the seeker looks in your direction. No reaction is your best chance at remaining hidden. No breathing. Frozen. Small. Perfectly blended to your surroundings.

No one knows he owns one, as he linked it with his apple pay. Growing up, his mother always taught him to be wise, always be ahead, and recognize enemies by keeping them close. "Marcus, hey buddy, I never saw you standing behind me." Marcus nodded at Jack, "the way you jumped, I could swear you are hiding something." Jack placed his hand in his pocket and walked up to Marcus, “we all have something to hide, don't we?” Marcus looked at him suspiciously, “I guess we do; as long as what we are hiding can't hurt the people we care for, we can hide as much as we want.”

I lowered myself and hid from him, holding the lollipop before me. Was Alaric hiding behind the tree because of me? He was now giving me a strange, uncomfortable feeling in my gut.

she said. Erica stood up pacing her room slowly "if my mother truly suffered a mental illness, why would my father deny her medical treatments? He is too kind to be that heartless but all the same, I can't understand how a mentally ill mother can be kind to one child and cruel to the other, none of this makes sense to me, what are they hiding?" She sighed nodding her head. "Someone is definitely lying, they are hiding something from me but how am I supposed to find out when I am left in the dark?"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me I am wrong," "You're wrong," She choked out, a smile forming on Alessio's lips to see the conflict brewing in her blue eyes. Lowering his gaze to her feet, he saw them turned away from him and knew she was lying. She always turned her feet away from the person she was lying to.

Habit masquerading as control. I’m halfway through reheating leftovers when the door opens. Nathan steps inside, rain-soaked and tense. “You didn’t answer my calls,” he says. “You didn’t ask me where you were going,” I replied. The words land harder than I expect. He sets his keys down slowly. “I’m trying to protect you.” “There it is,” I say, turning to face him. “That sentence you hide behind.” His jaw tightens. “You think this is easy for me?”

I pulled my hood over my head, turning quickly and stepping into the hedgerow. “Kade!” her voice rang out. I didn’t turn. She started running toward me. So I ran the other way. I bolted past the sun-drenched courtyard, past the training hall, around the edge of the herbal conservatory. I ducked behind a stone archway and crouched, breath steady. “Why am I hiding?” I muttered. “I’m the Alpha of Obsidian. The most powerful. Why the hell am I hiding because of someone who isn’t strong enough to even—”