Jen From Among The Hidden Novels & Stories

Knight, “Hey Rose, am I not your best friend?” Kane asked, “Gosh, it's me, I'm his best friend,” Jarrod shouts, “If the two of you keep this up, I'll disown you both.” Me. Knight said, “ That's ok because we have Reyda now, she’ll be our friend.” they walk beside me, “Then we'd see what happens when she goes home at night.” he pushes the door to the kitchen open, and my jaw drops,

And that hesitation — that small, fragile pause — made her chest twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear. He wasn’t hiding something from her. He was hiding something for her. But she was done being protected. Ava leaned closer, voice steadying with a shard of determination. “Please.” Jace looked up then — really looked — and something in his expression cracked open. Not anger. Not fear. Something worse. Regret. He swallowed hard. “There’s a room,” he whispered. “A hidden one. On the third floor.” Her breath caught. “What kind of room?”

I implored, my voice steady with determination. The servant's gaze held unwavering conviction as she replied, "Yennifer, there is a hidden path, known only to a select few. It will guide you back to the palace, where your true destiny awaits. The journey will not be easy, but you have strength within you that you have yet to fully embrace. You must reclaim your identity and reunite with Henry, for together, you possess the power to reshape our world."

[Curious whether Kyle will choose you or me? If you really want the answer, come to the Dynasty Hotel.] The message from Madeline burned in my hand. At first, anger surged through me, only to be smothered by shame. I was nothing more than the canary Kyle kept hidden away in a suburban villa, while she was the Gill family’s officially acknowledged future daughter-in-law. She taunted me because she already knew the answer. As for me… I knew it too. Still, I wanted to hear him say it with his own mouth.

AURELIA ~<>~ The six elders of the hidden Pack; Mia Lu, Jeremy Dunns of the Beta family, Susanna Rios of the Gamma Family, Ross Hart of the Tracker family, Lori Hale of the Mender family, and Otis Bay of the Elemental family; allowed Raiden to be brought into the hidden pack. Although Jeremy, a headstrong man in his forties, and Otis whose personal ability has something to do with green life didn't stop grumbling about Raiden’s presence in the pack.

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"Look. This isn't a ledger. It’s the raw security feed from the St. Jude Private Wing. June 14th. The night of the storm." Panni knelt beside her, the cold of the mountain seeping through her torn silver dress. On the screen, she saw a woman she recognized from old photographs—Jinyan’s mother. She was pale, exhausted, surrounded by a team of doctors led by a much younger Aris Thorne. "The first was Jian," Annie whispered, pointing to the screen as a child was whisked away. "The 'defect.' The one they hid in the basement because he was too loud, too much like the Architect."

“Like mate bond-y?” I slapped my hands to my face. There went my big secret number two. I peered at Loren through my fingers. “For all of them?” she squeaked. I nodded. “And Professor Lunerly,” “Oh, Heavens and Hells!” Loren exclaimed. “You know that’s super rare right?” I nodded sharply. Loren sighed then fidgeted again. “That explains a lot.” I balked. “What do you mean?” I said quickly. Did everyone else see right through me as well?

Elena’s POV The sharp scent of moss and old stone filled my nostrils as we arrived at the hidden passage, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing after all the years I had lived in the Northern Range pack as James’s wife, this place had remained hidden from me. A whole secret passage beneath our feet, concealed like a buried truth. It looked just as Lykan described it, forgotten, discarded, with crumbling edges and vines twisting across the walls like time’s silent witnesses.

She couldn't resist correcting them when they discussed areas of interest, pointing out secret exits, potential hideouts for contraband, intel-gathering spots, and rooms suitable for concealing weapons and ammunition. Jenny was vividly reminded of her childhood when her maid had hurriedly ushered her out of a hidden room filled with brick-like packages of white powder. Though unaware of their significance at the time, her maid's panicked reaction hinted at something illicit. The maid constantly fussed over her, always setting her to some task. Jenny, prone to daydreaming, often found herself thwarted in her quest for a moment's peace.