Hiding Places Book Novels & Stories

“At the start there was this statue, and when I sat on it, it moved a bit, just enough to notice, and then there was this creature that looked hurt, so I healed it instead of attacking it.” Riley didn’t interrupt. “And then?” he prompted. “I walked past a load of weapons,” Abraham continued, “and there was this massive tree at the end, bigger than anything else around it, and it gave me four options. I didn’t really think about it, I just picked the one that looked like a flower.” Riley let out a slow breath through his nose as recognition settled. “You found a hidden path.” Abraham frowned slightly. “…did I?” “Yeah,” Riley said, more certain now. “Same thing happened to me.”

She grabbed them, feeling the smooth, cold weight of the paper as she clutched them to her chest. She needed to hide them, and fast. Flora’s eyes scanned her room, thinking through potential hiding spots. Under the mattress? Too obvious. In the closet? Alice might decide to snoop there one day. The drawer in her nightstand? Too predictable. She needed something inconspicuous yet secure. Her gaze swept across the room again, this time more meticulously.

“I don’t bother about it when I’m here. It’s all different. I come here to clear my head most days. It’s a place guarded with magic. It only allows the purest of hearts in. I found it when I first got into school. I hated schooling so far away from home, so far away from my mother but this was what she wanted so I had to obey her. So I came here and one evening, I was driving. I was really angry at myself, at my mother and at the world. I was going to drive myself to the end of this road when I found this place. It has brought peace to me ever since. It’s one of the best place to ever exist and I thought I should share it with you” He took her hand and held it. He looked into her eyes and al

He has all the resources at his disposal to provide the security I and the kids need. We are lunch before Tony took us sightseeing, we visited museums, parks, and other famous places that thrill the kids. We visit some ancient caves that were built some centuries ago. This cave was where most people in those days lived and hid themselves from being attacked by wild animals. We decided to eat out this night before going to the house after our sightseeing. Everyone, we're excited, it was a great day out today and we align from the car and moved towards the house, I unlocked the door, opened it, and step into the house. I turned on the light and a scream escape my mouth, but I immediately jamme

“Yeah she didn't say it was him exactly, but I have a good feeling it was. Everything added up when she told dad her story. The long gap in her resume, her fighting skills, her nightmares, and the reason she takes these pills, Dr. Smith gives to her.” “Wait, you know all of this?” “Looking and listening doesn't harm a soul.” “You mean snooping and eavesdropping.” My wolf said. “Ohh, I forgot to telling you we received a call yesterday from Hector, something about local police. I couldn't hear him properly.” “Fuck.” I took a swing at the wall once more before grabbing mY shirt. “Let's go.” Hector is one of my men that's located on a little island in a trio. This is where I run my illegal trad

But since I just couldn't bring myself to sell the house, I rented it to a small family and moved into the apartment with Reese and Nick's cat Cherry. But too much had happened there too for both of us to have endured there for long. About half a year after I moved in with him, we looked for an apartment near the guild. Our little retreat. There we could lock out the past and hide away if the world threatened to collapse over us again.

(Go reread Chapter Six) I saw it coming closer to my doorstep. I placed my back against the door, looking around to find a hiding spot. I saw one, under my bed. I knew there was something there. But I have to. I ran to it, stops near it, and rolled under it. I braked when I bumped into something. I never hide under there, nor my back isn't in the wall yet.

Heather is my best friend and she knows it when I am lying. I really couldn’t keep anything from her. I took a deep breath and brought my chopsticks down. “I saw Clarkson in the club last night.” Heather’s eyes widened. “What? How come? Does he know now?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. He seemed so cold and distant.” Heather sighed in relief. “That’s good to know,” she said as she held onto her chest. I pursed my lips in a thin line. Heather knew who Clarkson is in my life. She knew where he stood and where he still stands.

I pretended like I didn't hear him because I'm very well aware that it is not the right place to let out my pride. That's how we both started to search the book named "The Hidden secrets." until 2 O'clock but the damn book nowhere to find. Hunger knocked my stomach frequently begging me to eat something although I reminded her that we are here to search the book, not for eating, but couldn't able to control myself I asked him shyly, "Why don't we eat and resume our searching?" but no response. "Blake, I'm hungry." I turned around and whined like a baby but the place where he stood before was empty.

She had nothing to do anyway. She took a look at the bookshelves and noticed that there were numbers on them. She first found the book according to the numbers. She then turned to the specific page and continued to search for a number on that page. After finding all the numbers, she found that they made up 258614. What did this number mean? Was it the password of a bank account? Besides, 'It's easy to hide in a place that is often ignored'. What did that mean? What was he trying to hide?