Something To Hide: A Lynley Novel Novels & Stories

Jean nodded before glowering and demanding, "Now hand that over." Sean's fingers clenched on the document—he had gone to great lengths for the document, and he was not about to surrender it so easily! "You boys really are smart," Jean said quietly through gritted teeth. "To think that Lucas Lynch really hid it underground. I really would have to dig six feet under to find it!" "I don't get it. How did you do this to your own brother?" Sean asked. The documents he had only contained evidence of the Lynds' illicit activities and not the reason why Jean wanted to kill Jesse.

“As a compromise.” His fingers trembled as he grasped the bedsheet; it was fleeting, but I saw it, yet his voice was controlled. Something was wrong; I could feel it. "Do your best,” he finished. “That will be all; you can leave." Still, he didn't look at me. Something about that moment felt heavier than his words. Like he was trying to avoid something or… hide something from me. My eyes lingered on him for a moment. Without saying a word, I walked over to the vase and replaced the slightly wilted lavender with the fresh ones I had brought. It was the only thing I could do in the room that didn't feel pointless.

and it seemed he wanted you to know but she hidded it from you" Nina said and smirked afterwards..knowing Adrian stopped When Adrian turned around and met her gaze, he handed the book to him and he slowly extended his hand and took it "How I'm i sure you aren't setting her up!?" i asked "To gain what?" She asked "Me of course..which you know it isn't possible" i said and she chuckled "If it is a setup, you'll know when she comes back" She replied and i stared at her before opening the book slowly ❤Earlier that day in Adrians family house❤

she said, her voice folding into a practical hush, “gather only what you can move without notice… If you can sew it into the lining of your clothes, do it. Hide what you must hide. No one moves. Until Luna Anana gives the signal.” Slowly, one by one, they nodded, each head a serious dip. Eyes met eyes, promises made in the space between breaths. Everybody understood what secrecy meant: the Crescent Moon watched itself, and traitors wore no uniform. … When Lyra returned to her room hours later the night had already hung itself across the sky. She stood at her mirror and met her own eyes… the ones she had used to smile gently during the day. Tonight they were sharp as flint. She drew her dark

That being said, I will encrypt this admission before I hide it in the most secure online option I can find. And hide this secret in the deepest part of my heart and mind. This is the best solution there is… and I have... for now. ++++++++++++ Lyra’s journal is saved in her laptop’s hard drive. Not many security options are used to hide this entry but at this point, she didn’t care… I’m too broken to give a damn right now if the whole fucking world would see this particular word document that I’m typing up right now.

The day of the outing arrived, crisp and clear. Lynn’s heart was a drum against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that seemed too loud for the quiet morning. He dressed with deliberate care, choosing clothes that were unremarkable, that wouldn’t draw attention. He needed to be a ghost, invisible. The storage card, containing his entire future, was a secret, burning weight in his pocket.

Thera began, "Lambert, I think it’s best if you explain this to Lydia. If you really want to be with her, you shouldn’t keep any secrets." Lydia looked up, meeting Lambert’s earnest gaze. "Lydia, first you need to believe me, I didn’t mean to hide anything from you. I was just worried you’d overthink, so I asked Thera and Wythe to keep it from you. I didn’t expect to run into you here." "So, what exactly are you hiding from me? Thera knows too?" Lambert then explained his plan in detail. Lydia listened in silence for a long time, her expression so calm it made Lambert nervous.

Geuron put back the diary slipping between his waist’s pants behind. Liana notice it as she removes her scabbard and unattached a small brown sling bag around her. She removes all her belongings, mostly knives and ointments and an herbal drink in a pinky-sized bottle. “Here take this, it’s not safe if you wander around without putting the diary in a safe place, it might fall.” Liana handed the bag, he was hesitant at first looking at her as if he was still not in the mood to be socialized. He ended up getting it.

“Take a cab. If you show up in a fancy car, your cover is gone. Let her see you for the man you are, not the money you have.” Sam laughed softly, pocketing the money. “Alright, old man. Point taken.” At the Westwood mansion, Ceciline swung open the door, grinning. “I’m back from the salon!” Kelvin and Grandma turned and gasped. “What on earth is that on your head?!” Grandma shrieked. “It’s a new style!” Ceciline twirled proudly. “Trendy!” Kelvin handed her a mirror. “Then you’ll love this view.” Ceciline’s smile dropped. She screamed. “I look horrible! I need to go back!” She rushed out, her heels clacking down the marble steps.

I know how manipulative she can be… but what does she stand to gain from Xaden? I look up at the shelf, at the book Lysandra was hiding, there’s a smudge of her lipstick on it.