Hiding Novel Novels & Stories

So the hidden character was someone I had to look out for, unfortunately. ‘This is the way I will survive in this world. I won’t interact with any of the love interests. I don’t care about them at all. They stay out of my way and I will stay out of their way. Be with the heroine all you want. I don’t care.’ I closed the notebook and put it away in the drawer and made sure to hide it well. I end up yawning, realizing how tired I was at the moment. Getting up from the desk I went back to my bed.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

Would they try to make Aurelia a relic to be displayed and dissected? I filled the car’s silence with maps, names and possibilities. I thought of friends who owed me favors and the borders I had traversed that would let me create new covers. There were places in the city where a woman like Aurelia could be hidden for a while without drawing the wrong kind of attention. Hidden places are rarely glamorous. They are rooms with curtains that smell of damp and tables that bear the stains of life’s compromises. Hiding someone also means ensuring the people in the room can be bought, threatened or trusted.

As I flipped through it, I realised it was some sort of unpublished book. It didn't seem like something she was supposed to be hiding. She was currently working in a publishing company so there was no reason for her to hide it unless there was something else. "Anne why were you hiding it from me?" I asked, holding up the book. "And what's wrong with you, you have been acting weird ever since you came home." I said to her. "Me? Nothing is wrong with me. I'm not acting weird either." She answered but I could tell from how she avoided looking me in the eye that she was lying and she also had this habit of biting her lower lip whenever she was lying and she was doing that.

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

Nash glanced at Nina. "It’s just a few novels. Why hide them? Am I not allowed to see them?" "Naturally, one would read romance novels in private. Even girls feel embarrassed about it. You're overthinking it, Mr. York," explained Yvonne. Luckily, Nina was always cautious. Before buying the books, she had purchased several novels and kept them in her bag instead of leaving them on the table. Nina did not want Nash to know, so she made sure to cover all the bases, not even overlooking such details.

she stared at my chest area. "Are you a pervert?" "...You forgot about the charity event this evening, haven't you, Diviana?" My mouth dropped open. Did I? I laugh awkwardly, avoiding her scrutinizing gaze. I think I did. "N-no?" "Oh, really?" "Y-yes?" Crap, I'm dead. "Diviana!" Jiezel shrieked. "What?!" I looked at Jiezel in disbelief, feeling wronged. "Can you blame me?! The weather was so comfy earlier it made me sleepy! And then there's the conference and all!"

His hoodie became a symbol of both concealment and protection, a barrier between him and the harsh reality that awaited him should he step out from the shadows. As the ceremony drew to a close, and the mourners began to disperse, Alexander remained in his hidden sanctuary, his heart heavy with regret. He knew that hiding behind his hoodie was not a solution, but for now, it provided a temporary refuge from the harsh judgment and potential consequences that awaited him.

he winked playfully, and I smacked his shoulders. "Just kidding, I need you to look for a book that was stated here; Copperhead Road by Roger Canaff. Read it for me, will you? I tried to search for it online, but the security system blocked me, there is something about that book. I am pretty sure that all the copies in the library have been thrown away too but I'm hoping that this person has hidden a copy. It was stated in the journal that it is her favorite one and she would always hide it behind other books to make sure that no one else takes it," he sighed and looked deeply into my eyes. "Cana," he said in a serious voice.