Hiding Novel Novels & Stories

What was Lina doing in her family’s circle? First Daniel… and now a coworker who was supposed to keep her secrets under wraps. It wouldn’t have been a problem if others knew that Sophia was a famous writer, but she preferred her identity to remain hidden. And Lina could just be friends with her two sisters without any ulterior motives. But if Lina had that much money to mingle with socialites in a circle like her sisters’, why would she work as an editor at a publishing house? That job wouldn’t be enough to afford the expensive designer bags and clothes she wore.

The more I read, the more I felt this quiet storm building inside me—soft, steady, inevitable. I didn’t tell Nathaniel. Not yet. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him. I did. But this felt mine—personal. Like some kind of rite I had to walk alone. Eventually, I hid the book beneath a loose floorboard in the corner of the library. No one had been there when I first discovered it, and I intended to keep it that way. The last thing I needed was more whispers and side-eyes from the council—or worse, from Ama.

I walked toward the metal container and peered in. My eyes widened when I saw the various weapons and other gadgets inside the room. If Dominic hadn’t told me he was in the Mafia, I would have thought he was a secret agent or something. Turning around, I looked at everything and struggled to wrap my head around what I was looking at. “I own the building. This room is also hidden from the floor plans, and the entrance is hidden. This room is also soundproof. Other than me, you are the only one who knows about this room.”

Neither of the two gave way to their true feelings for the other, just for Serafina's sake. And speaking of Serafina... "Give..." Alessio stammered out with a shaky breath, recalling that he had the Regnante hidden away in his bedroom, and given her nature, she had just heard everything. "Give me a moment," Standing up from his place, he walked to his room and cursed under his breath to see the door ajar. Pushing it open, his heart ached in his chest to see his window thrown open as he gritted his teeth.

Taking out the book, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Tasha gave this to me. Ever since she caught me here reading Fifty shades, which almost had me dying in embarrassment, she promised to get me another of its kind. But more hardcore and intense. Reason why I hid it here is because if Bryson ever finds this type of novel in my room, he is gonna kill me. I was just in chapter three and I was already squirming in my seat. A normal teenage girl would burn the book and wash her eyes with bleach at the kind of sex scenes and hardcore pornography in this novel, but I wasn't normal.

i buried that name under forged papers and cold silence but as we know some names don’t stay dead for long. I spent the last week convincing myself that hiding was strategy, not surrender and that staying invisible was the same as staying alive but by the fourth night of staring at cracked ceilings while listening to my own heartbeat, I realized hiding was just another cage so I reached for the small burner phone under the mattress and typed three words that changed everything.”We need to meet.”

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

Alexis, leaning next to him, let out a dramatic sigh. "Oops," she said, wrapping her fingers through her hair. "Guess the secret's out." My gut churned. My own blood had betrayed me. Tad shrugged. "Hey, Sam, come on, don't be so dramatic. It's not like we had it figured you'd figure it out this way." Alexis snorted. "But come on, I knew you'd be back here again. Dracula's little mistress, selling herself out like some loser." The words hurt.

For five long years, Declan Gibson and I kept our relationship hidden. I had tried to seduce him more times than I could count. Yet, one month before our wedding ceremony, he quietly organized the city's grandest fireworks display for his childhood sweetheart's birthday. After they embraced in public, they shared a slice of cake. They even checked into a hotel together later that night. … I watched them leave the hotel, side by side. That was when the truth hit me—Declan wasn't showing restraint. He just didn't love me.

Madeline Celeste Hawthorne My mother. “Nana, are you down there?” Nova called from the top of the steps. My heart skipped a beat. I hastily shoved the notebook in the large pocket of my hoodie, bending it slightly so that it would fit. I wasn’t sure why I was hiding it from Nova. It had been a gut reaction I hadn’t the power to ignore. After returning her Nana back to her bedroom, Nova quickly dropped me off at home. I flipped through the pages of my mother’s journal. My heart fell to my stomach when I realized they were blank.