Hiding Places Book Novels & Stories

Justin says which just make my eyes go wide, he'll go to any length to try and hurt Martha. I bolt into the house and up the stairs, someone was close on my heels but I was faster. I run into my room locking the door as the person runs into it, I needed to hide all of the evidence. I pick up all the notebooks and library books, my arms were quite full as I lug them over to the side of the room. My door sounds as though it's being booted in as I lift the floor board up, of course I have a secret hiding place for my things. My mum would always tell me where the best hiding places were, all the other places had been found apart from this one. My mum wasn't hiding anything bad that I know of, sh

The old werewolf resumed teaching, but I didn't exactly pay attention to whatever he said. What I was more interested in was finding that underground tunnel. Now that I knew one existed, I needed to find where it was hidden in Dravenmoor. And that brings me to one thought… I'm going to get close to this old werewolf. I'm going to earn his trust. And then… I'll make him tell me everything.

Marcus watched me as if I were a bad joke. "Putting on a show." He sneered. "You think just making a call will" His words died on his lips. Because a loud roar suddenly came from outside the window. Everyone turned their heads, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the sky, a black private helicopter was slowly descending. On the side of the fuselage, a prominent silver 'V' crest was emblazoned. That was the Vanguard family crest. The entire corridor fell into a deathly silence.

If the name meant something, if it opened old wounds or revealed dangerous secrets, I would see it in his eyes. But what if mentioning that name was something he did not want to hear? What if it was connected to something painful, something he had tried to forget? What if it exposed secrets about my mother that she had died trying to protect? I stopped pacing and pressed my palms against my temples, trying to think clearly through the chaos in my mind. My mother had hidden this book in a secret, magical library that existed outside normal space. She had not just tucked it away in a drawer or hidden it under her mattress. She had placed it in a room that required supernatural intervention to

One slip would ruin me. Not when suspicions were already rising. Not when Darius Blackthorn was casting his shadow so close next to mine. "You all right?" Darius asked as he breezed in and sat beside me. "Yeah..." I hissed as he rubbed the ointment on my wound. "Good. Now about the whole couple thing..."He let the sentence hang, and I squirmed in bed. The Hide That Binds Gossip swirled around me like that second skin which, once added to a body, could never be

Cecile stammered. But Grandmother turned away, unwilling to hear more. Cecile clenched her fists. Why is everyone hiding the truth about Rose’s father? What secret are they keeping? In the hotel hallway, Diana collided with Sam. “You?” she spat. “What are you doing here?” Sam smirked. “How’s the family? How’s that expensive shawl of yours? Hope it is still good?” She ignored him. “I came here to use the restroom,” Sam added cheekily. “These air-conditioned hotels, ah, the luxury! No wonder you like hanging around here too.”

Squirming, I closed my legs in hopes of holding back my urine from pouring out like a damn watery shit as I stumbled around like a penguin. Why is this freaking hotel so big and its terrace garden so spacious, anyway? Right, of course. It's close to being like Burj Al Arab. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. But can I blame myself? I only want to pee! Should I pee behind that plant? I stare at the innocent-looking leafy plant in front of me, and I contemplate whether to piss behind it. If I pee behind it, my dress will get in the way. It's also hard to crouch down since it's a body-tight gown. But if I could just--

These were bullet points that I wrote down for a test at the beginning of my training. Maybe I should give it to Eve so that she could get a decent essay. When I thought of the text, because she had shown me in the last lesson, I could only shake my head again. Sometimes I really wondered what was going on in my best friend's head. À la espionage. I would never get over that. I put my sticky note back on the page and flipped through the book to the index of tribal groups and subspecies. I flipped through the chapter page by page. Looked at the dates, the pictures and drawings until I got stuck with the picture of him .

Angel didn’t mind backing down when she knew it was in her best interest to know what these people knew. Hunter was flabbergasted he asked more calmly “Can someone tell me what is going on?” Michael simply handed him the piece of paper, they watched as all the color drained from Hunter’s face and he stared in stunned disbelief at Angel. When the letter had been passed around to everyone in the room who had just arrived. Michael spoke saying “It appears that Stacia wasn’t off with her friend that summer, she’d gone into hiding to give birth to her daughter. Whom she then gave to someone.”

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.