The Hiding Place Novel Novels & Stories

He has all the resources at his disposal to provide the security I and the kids need. We are lunch before Tony took us sightseeing, we visited museums, parks, and other famous places that thrill the kids. We visit some ancient caves that were built some centuries ago. This cave was where most people in those days lived and hid themselves from being attacked by wild animals. We decided to eat out this night before going to the house after our sightseeing. Everyone, we're excited, it was a great day out today and we align from the car and moved towards the house, I unlocked the door, opened it, and step into the house. I turned on the light and a scream escape my mouth, but I immediately jamme

Justin looked from a distance and walked up to them “Just like the rest, another abandoned house” he said “I don’t think so. That grave looks like it was dug hours ago. It is still fresh and if Phillip did bury your child then this could be the house” she said Damian looked at her and sped into the house. He saw a sweatshirt. His eyes glowed and he sniffed it. He knew it was Anna’s immediately. Alex and Justin came in with Sally “Anna was here. That is her sweatshirt. Can we look for secret doors or something? Anything out of the ordinary!” Damian said, looking around.

Strange… As I kept looking, that same book was calling me. I could hear whispers coming from it, and my heart skipped a beat just at the sound of it. More growling caught my attention, as if begging me to grab it. And that’s what I did. I grabbed that book and hid it under my shirt. It was not big, so it fit perfectly under the fabric. I zipped up my sweater and sat down with the family as if nothing happened. “We are very happy that you decided to move up here and we promise you will love it,” Adira said, looking straight at me.

Do not move, do not react, stay still when he comes towards you. Station Gamma Thorne outside the meeting, blade ready. Nova swallowed. Numb. Behind her Jax stopped breathing. His whole body rejected the instruction. Stay still. While someone tried to kill her. No. He would be in that tent and she would not be. His body was locked in place but every part of him was already at war. There are four books hidden behind a hidden door in the library. When you pry it open, an arrow, poisoned with old black, will fly.

Where would you hide it? The shelf with old books looked like a potential hiding place. Nothing. I dropped my flashlight, and it rolled under the bed. Then I saw it. Behind the bed, a gap in the wood begged to be explored. My fingers fumbled, heart pounding, as I pried the plank open just enough to grab a small notebook. Suddenly, footsteps. Panic seized me. I stuffed it in my pants and sat down, forcing my breath steady as Betty strode in. Emily? What are you doing here?

he leaned in slowly to glance inside, but Connor was already pushing the door in, shifting it off it's hinges "Hello?' he called out loudly with his usual reserve, which was none. Koin rolled his eyes a bit but fallowed him in. The place was empty. No couch or chair. Just some dirty clothes and dishes in the kitchen. Was she..washing clothes in the sink? He was amazed to be in her space like this..where she lived but..there was nothing here, no pictures, no books. Just a bed and some blankets. He knew it was hers by the smell and he wandered into her bedroom tentatively, as if the wrong step in her empty home might upset her. That's when he noticed, the closet floor. a perfect square had bee

It appeared the crescent moon was hiding on its highest watchtower. The king held the shoulders of his companions, and they disappeared. They emerged near the colossal palace, hiding beside the wall beside a portcullis. “This place is creepy,” Branigan murmured while his eyes moved around. The guards positioned nearby were accompanied by a beast, and they were not looking friendly either. It would only take one wrong move; they would end up in that beast’s stomach. Airoh led them to the underground tunnel. It would give them the way to go to the palace’s library if they were lucky enough not to have an encounter with the enemies. But in this gamble, nothing would come easy.

"I only heard about the living room." I nodded. I picked up my coffee. I asked Priya about her children and her husband's new job and I sat with her for another twenty minutes and I did not think about the photograph again until I was outside on the sidewalk with the Detroit November pressing against my face and then I thought about nothing else. My mother's photograph. On that shelf. In that bathroom that Isla had decided, with three words, that she owned.

If anyone wanted to hide something…If anyone wanted to hurt someone without ever being caught… If anyone wanted to disappear completely… They’d go to the Hollow Mountain.

About the woman who had spent twenty years in careful, methodical hiding—who had coded her journals, who had hidden information in layers, who had understood that some things needed to survive even if she didn't. Her grandmother had been the same. Careful. Prepared. "She hid things," Wren said. "I know she did. The journals she left me are the version she could carry. But if there was something she couldn't carry—something too large or too important to risk on the road—" "She would have left it at the homestead," Thorne said. "Under the hearthstone. That was the traditional hiding place in your family. I know because Elara told me." "And Vorik knows because he found the same source you found