Quotes Hiding Feelings Novels & Stories

The words settle into the room with the specific weight of things that are true and uncomfortable and need to be heard anyway. I sit with it for a moment. Then something else settles in alongside it, quieter but with its own particular sting. Because if we have to hide the relationship, hide the mate bond, hide any physical evidence of what's between us, hide it so completely that even the biological possibility of consequence requires immediate management... "Then what's the point?" The words come out before I've decided to say them. "If it has to be this secret, this managed, this... contained. What exactly are we doing?"

He moved his mouth to her jaw and trailed a line of kisses along her jaw to her neck as he whispered sorry to hers. Claire wished it was that simple. She pressed her lips together as tears journeyed down her sorrowful visage. She could have ignored it had it been another time. But he slept with someone... And chose to hide it from her when they clearly promised to share everything. Hiding things in a relationship is a flashing red signal. It's the first sign that determines the other person in the relationship is always going to be shady and discreet. He stopped kissing her and joined their forehead again. She could feel his eyes fixed on her lips, although it was dark. His breaths came out

“I have the ability to see colors, shades of it, to the shadow. These hues have meaning such as envy, joy, sadness, wrath, arousal, some certain emotions. Also, uh, strength and… weakness.” My face heated and I flushed. Does that mean that he can read my emotions thru that shadow eye!? Oh my! What’s the freaking use of hiding and concealing my emotions, my perverted thought about him, and all that?! “S-So you mean, you can tell how I feel?!” I blurted. Jacob’s eyes widened a bit, as if taken aback by my sudden outburst. And then he chuckled. He moved closer to me, too close that my leg touched his. I had the urge to move away but didn’t.

Was he smiling too much these days? “How was your meeting with your parents? I mean did they know about the picture?” He wanted every single detail, but he had no right to ask. A cloud of sadness passed her features, but she composed herself quickly. It pained him. She was an expert at hiding her feelings. But he too was a poker player. “Do you really wanna know?” Was she being cryptic? “If you really wanna share.” He so badly did. “I don’t.” “Then come here.”

He always thought girls were too emotional and expressive to conceal their mood whenever they were in love but obviously, Lilith was built differently. She was always the teasing Rain for showing her feelings too much toward him. For being very sensitive and intentional about things that concerned him, the man she loved and always expressing the love she had for him in anyway she could, down to the way she looked at him and the times she always told him that the thoughts of him made her blush. She obviously could not hide that she was in love but how was Lilith able to conceal hers so well that not even Rain or himself could notice or even get get the slightest idea that she was in love.

“He’s a child!” “Keep her quiet for the boys’ sentencing,” the Alpha demanded. He towered over me. I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, tears streaming down my face. Annoyed that no one was listening, I could feel the shadows try to comfort me. Yet, the issue was that shadows are masters of concealment; they’re the best place to hide your deepest secrets and your darkest feelings, and sometimes they even enhance those dark feelings. And I was furious. It took everything in me to keep those emotions from spilling out and making everything worse.

I take my gaze off the Lazy goat in a white gown leaving, settling it on Jane, “Of course I’m listening to you, J. Copy that! I’d be like shit on a shoe." Although I know that wouldn’t make things any easier for us! I always get noticed. But, okeyyy. “Don’t be like shit on a shoe! Everyone wants a shit on their shoe gone, which by the way is your current predicament. Fade into the wallpaper!” “Fine! I’ll fade into the wallpaper.” I murmur with the right amount of zero energy. “Anyone else to hide from?” “Yep… the fourth and lastly. Cutey.” “Cutey?” I ask. “Who hides from Cuties?”

“Not because you owe it to the story, because you owe it to him, and because I have been listening to you for forty minutes and I know what I hear.” “What do you hear?” “Someone who loves a person,” she said simply. “And is terrified that telling the truth will mean losing him.” The word love sounded heavier when she said it. More real, like something confirmed by someone who knew me well. “It might be,” I said. “It might,” she agreed. “But hiding it is not the same as keeping him. It is only delaying the moment when he finds out some other way.” I stood on that street corner. “Harper. Stop hiding from this.”

She shrugged her shoulders and turned her face in the opposite direction, not wanting to continue the conversation anymore. John sat there stunned, gazing at the side of her face, thinking about her words 'No one with me and no one for me' He had felt this same emotion once in her life and it was not good. He still remembered those days. He sighed and looked away from her. She was not strong! She was just pretending! John had found out just now. She was hiding her true self, like a turtle hidden in it's hard shell. He felt an urge, to bring out her real self out. He didn't know why he felt like this, but he didn't want to let go of this unusual feeling, which a person feels for their family

But, she always hides the inscription from her by wearing a huge t-shirt with sleeves long enough to reach her elbows. Talking of her friend, she realized that they barely talk anymore. Dorcas had changed and started giving her the busy excuse which she had never done before. She concluded that she might have a lot going on in her life that she wasn't ready to let out and decided to give her some space and not pressure her. It did not turn well when she had done that the last time. Dorcas had ended up yelling at her to leave her alone. She took her seat on a chair in her mother's living room and started playing a 'Kung fu' game on her phone. She had muttered some words angrily under her brea