The Hiding Place Graphic Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

Ethan is leaning against the rail, nodding, never interrupting. Do yous till remember the blue notebook? The one with the broken spine? You hid it behind the loose board under your bed. My hands go numb. No one knew about that. No one except… “Ethan.” He found it by accident. He didn’t read it. He told me he wouldn’t. He asked me instead why a child would need a place to hide her thoughts. Liam sits beside me now. His shoulder touches mine. “That’s… specific,” he says quietly.

I promised, though I wasn't sure if I was lying to him or to myself. I packed the art supplies back into the box, but I kept the sketchbook. I would hide it under the bed in the guest wing, away from Maribel’s prying eyes and Gideon’s indifferent gaze. It would be my secret sanctuary, a place where I could be more than just a line item in a contract.

I slip on the nose mask, covering my mouth, nose, and cheeks, which is basically hiding most part of my face. We get down from the car, and enter the warehouse, ignoring stares and not engaging into any conversation. We try to be as normal as possible, in order not to get caught. When we reach the wide open space where Ryan is placed on a bed, tubes connecting to his arms, I finally break down, a sob wrecking through me. "We have to put a stop to this. Brent can't continue to do this, and the best way is to confront him" Helena says, when we reach Ryan. He looks so weak.

The garden thrived in a state of cheerful, low-stakes chaos. Our hide-and-seek league had expanded. The Jeff-resonance was an active participant, hiding the stone in places that defied conventional physics—once inside the sound of the stream’s burble, another time in the exact moment between the twin moons’ light overlapping. Vanilla, overcoming his archival instincts, had gotten shockingly good, using his knowledge of forgotten lore to hide things in “historically negligible” spots. It was during a particularly heated match (Lina had hidden the stone in the concept of “yesterday,” and we were arguing about the legality of temporal hiding) that the sky tore open.

And far behind them, in the house built by two men who once loved in secret, a new voice laughed. A new story began. And the spark remained. Evan crouched near an old storage trunk, dust swirling in sunbeams slicing through the wooden slats above. He hadn’t been up here in months, maybe longer. Not since the last insulation check. But something called him today. A loose board under a stack of fabric made a hollow thud. When he lifted it, he found a faded metal tin wedged into the gap. It was dented, cool to the touch.

For five long years, Declan Gibson and I kept our relationship hidden. I had tried to seduce him more times than I could count. Yet, one month before our wedding ceremony, he quietly organized the city's grandest fireworks display for his childhood sweetheart's birthday. After they embraced in public, they shared a slice of cake. They even checked into a hotel together later that night. … I watched them leave the hotel, side by side. That was when the truth hit me—Declan wasn't showing restraint. He just didn't love me.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

" Then the timer starts to count down. Everyone split up to find the best hiding spot. Humero immediately went to the dining area and hid inside the cabinet. Inside of it was a ton of cobwebs and expired detergents, which it had not used for so long. Max decided to stay in the living room and hide in the human-sized drawer. He was completely fit in the cabinet box as he pushed slowly in order to close the cabinet box.

My breaths came in shallow, panicked bursts as I struggled to stay conscious. Memories flashed through my mind, unbidden and vivid. My parents’ secret—one I never should have known. The full moon, their transformation. The way their bodies contorted, their eyes glowing fiercely as they shifted into wolves. It had been a moment of awe and terror, a revelation that had shattered the foundation of my world. But how was I connected to this war between wolves and foxes? Why was Harold’s name—a name I didn’t even recognize—enough to send these people into a frenzy? The sound of footsteps broke through my spiraling thoughts. A flickering light pierced the darkness, and Red appeared, holding a candl