Joker Hideout Novels & Stories

Raja muttered, his tone just as flat. A brief silence as if proving Raja's words. Then, Zaden continued. "You're near the location. Their boss is hiding in an old gambling den—still active, but barely. Just a small operation. I count at least ten men inside, maybe more in the back rooms." Raja's gaze flicked to the direction of the hideout. "Anyone worth fighting for?"

I had worked all my life to become the underground Alpha, but I kept falling. “Fuck!” I kicked the table in front of me, remembering I wouldn’t be able to move freely until the issue got settled. I was hiding in one of my safe dens, a small, secret hideout tucked behind an abandoned warehouse no one bothered with anymore. You’d miss it if you didn’t know what to look for the rusted-out panel that slid just enough to let me slip through.

Jordan had tracked Roberto down to a small hideout on the outskirts of the city. It was a run-down, abandoned warehouse—exactly the kind of place someone on the run would use. The building's facade was crumbling, windows boarded up with plywood that had warped in the rain. Perfect for hiding, terrible for comfort.

Knight got out and walked away with his fist clenched. Niro's eyes focused on the place where Knight was heading. He recognized it. The Dark Hideout. An abandoned building far from the city that served as a dark auction hideout. This was one of the hideouts he had seen in the pictures along with his investigator's report. "Fuck!" he cursed. His heart pounded loudly. Why was Knight in this place? Did this mean they had captured his wife and son? Niro quickly opened the car's glove compartment and took out two things from inside.

Sage stared out the window at the endless expanse of trees, her mind spinning with everything they’d uncovered so far—and everything they still didn’t know. When they arrived at the hideout, Sage was surprised to find it wasn’t the usual run-down cabin she’d come to expect from their operations. Instead, it was a sleek, modern structure half-buried in the earth, with reinforced walls and a design that screamed efficiency. “This place is a fortress,” Alex said as she stepped inside, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the high-tech surveillance room. “It’s one of our best-kept secrets,” Damian admitted. “Even Bancroft doesn’t know about it.”

Justin nodded and replied “It’s pretty much as we feared. Serena could never win mother of the year. The whole time he’s been watching her she’s spent getting high, being high, or getting drunk. The problem here gentlemen is that there is no way that Stacia contained this situation on her own. There has, to be someone she trusted to keep her secret. Because this woman still continues to receive money to support her habits and Stacia’s been dead for two years.” It was Nicolas the youngest Denae who said “Follow the money. It will lead back to something or someone.” Justin nodded and sighed as he said, “We already thought of that angle and looked into it, the problem is, the money led right b

“You’re going nowhere, mister! We have a lot of work to do. You can’t just leave!” Seeing that he was adamant, I lost all patience. With one swipe, I shoved him out of my way. “You! Stop right there! Can’t you hear me? I said stop right there!” Mr. Hanks shouted, but I turned a deaf ear, storming out. I took a taxi to my hacker hideout located on the outskirts of the city. On the outside, it looked like an abandoned warehouse, but the inside was like a whole new world. Tons of computers lined a wide wall. Several server boxes lay on underneath every dusty desk. It had been almost a year since I was here, so I wasn’t surprised by its state.

“Right. You’d be clocked the second a wolf got within arm’s reach.” “So?” “So,” he said, standing, “we see someone who makes the impossible look easy.” I didn’t ask who. Kael had never once led me into a trap. We rode off-trail until even game paths vanished. The light thinned to green gloom, the air growing old and heavy. When the shack appeared between the trees—slanted roof, moss-slung boards, a ribbon of smoke with no wood in sight—my skin prickled. “Kael,” I whispered, suddenly unsure. “Who—”

Empty. The closet? Half his clothes were gone. The whiskey glass from yesterday still sat on the desk untouched. He stared at it for a long time, the weight of abandonment pressing down. He’d asked Nathan not to hide anymore. And now Nathan has disappeared.

She asked as the picture loaded. “Oh my god!” Jude whispered when he saw the eyes of the children behind the bars. “Where the hell is this place?” Joker asked. “These are the cells at Bernard’s mansion. You know him as Lucifer. This is where I was for five years.” She said as she put the pictures in slideshow mode. “This is… you were so close all that time?” Jude asked. “Let’s focus on this at the moment.” Margo said, going through the pictures.