The Hiding Place Kindle Novels & Stories

She wasn’t reading anything. She was hiding. From someone. From me. And that confirmed it. It was her. I smiled to myself, slow and certain. I found Kimberly. ~

This was my haven, a secret space where no one could find me—away from everything, from the pressures of my role, from the expectations that weighed on me. In my hands, I held the book I had stolen from the secret library. It was bound in dark leather, and its pages crackled with age. I had barely managed to slip it from its hidden resting place without anyone noticing, and now I was finally going to read it. The title was unassuming, but the stories it held, the knowledge it promised, stirred something deep within me.

The one we joked about using as a secret hiding place, like children with a treehouse. I drop to my knees, fingers searching for the right plank. There... slightly raised at one edge. I work my fingernails beneath it, pulling upward. The wood resists, swollen from moisture, then gives suddenly, nearly sending me backwards. A small space beneath, just large enough to hide... something. I direct the flashlight beam into the darkness. A folded piece of paper. My heart hammers against my ribs as I reach into the space, fingers closing around the paper like it might dissolve at my touch. For a moment, I just hold it, afraid to look, afraid to confirm my suspicion.

I answer honestly, looking down at her for a moment before continuing my search. “I’m glad I met you then.” She yawns out, settling back into my arms. Silence follows and I listen as she dozes off, trying to stay quiet while I trek on ahead. Luckily, a spy the signs of a cave near by and head just right of the river where I find the entrance to a hiding spot. With a smile, I rush in to find a thankfully unused mattress and gently place Amelia on top before running out to mark the entrance. “Hey man, you bag yourself a mate?” Someone calls out making me jump. Chuckling, I turn to see four males emerging from a couple of bushes to my right and nod.

I gritted my teeth, tiptoeing to whisper as I threatened him, "Reasoning with me won't work, Pota. Find him, or I will. As you said, I'm a low-life, so I promise you it won't end well for your boy if I'm the one to discover him." I patted his shoulder and walked past him. But before leaving his office, I smiled a sickening smirk and glanced back. "Oh! By the way, when I do find your son, he'll be the least of your worries by then." Letting out a heavy sigh once I was inside my office, I took off my high heels and walked barefoot towards the window, where I noticed that the rain had long stopped. A monster like me, huh. But are monsters born naturally evil, or do they turn into one for some r

“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—”

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.

" Due to this incident, the kindergarten was closed as an emergency measure. There was no one around now. The usually noisy kindergarten was eerily silent today. I had a bad feeling about this. "Let's split up and search for them!" Officer Jenkins said. However, that was also when the lights in the kindergarten turned off. Only one light was left turned on. A rose-red hugging bear was standing under the light. Its eyes were red as it spoke in an electronic voice. "I've hidden your children somewhere. You can save them if you find them in 30 minutes. Any longer than that and you can prepare to collect their corpses."

I said. She swallowed. “You keep telling me to hide like I’m shameful.” “You’re combustible,” I answered. “There’s a difference.” Town sat close enough to pretend it didn’t matter. I took the long route anyway, cutting through service roads, checking mirrors. Mara stared out the window like she was counting turns. “You’re mapping,” I said. “I’m breathing,” she answered. I parked behind an abandoned feed store at the edge of town. Headlights off. Engine running. Across the lot sat a dark truck with blacked-out windows and no front plate. County didn’t run without plates.