Hiding Places Book Novels & Stories

“Where. Is. He?” Glass shattered as Thomas dropped two men trying to storm the stairs. His voice was a growl over the chaos. “Rival, make it quick!” Moreno finally broke. “Upstate! He’s hiding upstate, outside Albany, on the training grounds—they’re rebuilding!” My chest went tight. Base Two wasn’t gone. They were multiplying. I yanked the blade free, blood gushing hot across my hands. Moreno slumped, sobbing, shaking. “You should’ve kept quiet,” I whispered. Then I drove the knife up through his jaw, into his skull. His eyes went glassy before his body even sagged.

He knows Ben but I know that they are not that close to each other so I don't think she can contact him just for our sake. "I'm sorry about Trish. She was only worried about our current situation so she called you. Sorry for the trouble, Ben," I just answered him. "What happened, Shan? Whatever your problem is, I want you to know that I am always here and ready to help you," said Benedict sincerely. My mind was suddenly enlightened when I heard what Benedict said. Maybe he is the answer to my problems now. I hope he can help me. “Thank you, Ben. If so, can you help us? I would like to get away from this place and stay in a quiet place where no one can find us. Do you know where we can hide?"

Now it was time to find out what she was really hiding. "Yes, Alpha," Warrior Aidan answered my mind-link. "Come to my office.”

And Father would be pleased. I hid the old book, too—the one she found that might have taught her something about her gifts. I took it from the library late at night when the moon was thin and the house slept. The book smelled of dust and leather, of secrets kept in shadow. I wrapped it in cloth and slipped it into a box. I buried the box under the loose floorboard in my room. If she thought the book was gone, she would not learn. She would not grow. That was the point.

“Why are you protecting him? You knew what he's been doing, I can't sit back and say nothing. Keep being you.” I needed more people like this. He wasn't very mature, you could still see the amateurity in him but one thing was that he held his head high. “My Prince, he's in his secret chambers. Thered a bookshelf in his room, the book on invisibility is the key. Just push it forward and the door will open. He always hides there when there's a problem.” Exactly what I'd told Borge. Only a stupid person. We hurried back to the room and started searching for the book on invisibility. When we finally found it, I looked at Borge first before pulling it back and waiting for the door to open.

After dinner, I sneak back to the library. This time, not to read but to hide. I move the oldest texts I’ve been using deeper into the shelves, behind dustier books. I wedge them sideways so they’re harder to see from the front. If Theron comes back, I don’t want him finding anything easily. I pull out my worn satchel and hide my small notebook inside, wrapping it in cloth. Then I tuck the bundle beneath a loose floorboard under the second shelf, one I found weeks ago when I dropped a tray of ink.

"Maybe we're looking in the wrong place." "What do you mean?" I thought about my brother, about the way he had operated, about the secrets he had kept. "My brother was careful. He wouldn't have put everything in one file. He would have hidden pieces of the puzzle in different places, so that if someone found one, they wouldn't find them all." "So where do we look?" I stood up and walked to the bookshelf in the corner, running my fingers along the spines of the books. My brother had loved books, had collected them since he was a child, and he had always said that the best place to hide something was in plain sight.

And with that thought, my eyes fixated on the book, it had golden covers and was so big and heavy, I had to carry it with both my hands. Another thing I need to do is find a place to hide it; I need to find a way out so that no one can see or sense it. I looked around the room once more and saw a box beneath the bed. I quickly picked it up, put my hand on it, and said some spells, and it opened in a matter of seconds, allowing me to put the book inside. Since magic could do anything, I repeated some spells, and the box closed on its own, and I slid it under the bed. I will soon take it to my own chamber in the morning.

And with that thought, my eyes fixated on the book, it had golden covers and was so big and heavy, I had to carry it with both my hands. Another thing I need to do is find a place to hide it; I need to find a way out so that no one can see or sense it. I looked around the room once more and saw a box beneath the bed. I quickly picked it up, put my hand on it, and said some spells, and it opened in a matter of seconds, allowing me to put the book inside. Since magic could do anything, I repeated some spells, and the box closed on its own, and I slid it under the bed. I will soon take it to my own chamber in the morning.

Once inside, I place the mac and cheese onto my desk and removes one of the oven mitts before I begin searching the book shelf to the right of my desk. “What are you doing?” Getting a puzzled look from Sky, I ignore his questioning gaze. “You’ll see.” Finding what I am looking for, I pull out a book titled “Hidden Secrets” and smirk as the shelf slowly moves to the right side. Sky lets out a low whistle as I place on the mitt once again before picking up the pan and climbing the stairs in the hidden passage way. "Wow." Is Sky's only response.