The Hiding Place Novel Novels & Stories

Still, he waved it off and ordered, "Empty the drawer!" The security guards tore through my belongings. In the next second, the teddy bear hit the floor and shattered into pieces. Just like the five years we had spent together, it was now broken and beyond repair. They rummaged through everything I had but found nothing. All of a sudden, Beatrice exclaimed, "I found it!" She dug through the pile of clutter and pulled the necklace from a narrow gap. "How did it end up here?" Declan glanced at me, his face unreadable. Without warning, he slapped me hard. "Scarlett Fletcher, what do you have to say for yourself? Apologize to Beatrice now!"

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

he says, voice like thunder cracking over a battlefield. And in that moment, I know: The world isn’t on the brink of disaster. We’re already falling. --- Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Hide and Seek, the first book of The Trios Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

Confirmations of their suspicions. My secret, the one I’d buried so deep, was about to rise with the moon. I wanted to vanish. Run. Run. Suddenly, a memory struck me, so vivid it was like I’d stepped into it. Hyde's words to me that night. “This place,” he’d said, “no one comes here but me. It’s quiet and safe, you're officially the second person that knows about it.” The stream. The little hidden place just beyond the ridge, tucked behind the brambles and the stones shaped like crescent moons. No one else knew about it.

I continued pushing the button, yet, nothing seemed to work, and if my senses were really giving me the right information, then whoever was in here, with me, was getting closer. “Oh, moon goddess. What have I gotten myself into?” What if there was a killer wolf left in the dungeon, for whoever was trespassing. I held the book tight to my chest, and gulped down my saliva. Since the door wasn’t working, I had to find another way to hide or something, until someone was able to get me. I ran back to the book shelf, and hid right beside it which was a little shady, and if anyone was coming from a particular direction, they wouldn’t easily see me, except they caught my scent, and knew I was right

They were here searching for evidence to confirm their fears. Opening the box, Anya saw stacked books, mostly children novels. Her hands, suddenly grew a mind of their own and lifted some of the novels out of the carton. Hidden amidst the books and pens were silver coloured ammunition with a black finishing. Slowly, she paused, taking one of the bullets into her palm, caressing it absentmindedly. "For what is the best place to hide things if not in plain sites.” She said to the hearing of Caleb who appeared by her side instantly. His eyes fell on them, the damning clue that implicated the principal as a member of a hunter team.

I had no doubt in mind it would distract me from embarking on this new journey. My eyes scanned the perfect hiding place for this book and after moments of searching, my eyes landed on the bed and what I remembered was underneath it. Rushing over to the bed, I knelt down and brought out a certain box of clothes. From what I knew only Zain used these and Zain already knew about the book. There would be no better hiding place than this very box. With one sharp shove, I hid the book in between the clothes before leaving.

he replied, grabbing her shorts and pants and putting them into the suitcase. She stood still and crossed her arms over her chest angrily. "I have money, I can do this myself." Dmitri now found out another thing about Felicity is her stubbornness. He sighed. "That may be so, but do you know how to hide from witches?" he questioned. "No, but-"

It wrapped around me like a blanket, soothing and fragile, just enough to keep me from panicking in the hall. I went straight to my favorite corner—the desk by the window where the sunlight always hit just right—and reached for a book on the shelf. A novel, something new: All the Hidden Places. The title alone promised escape. I opened it, hoping the words would distract me, but they refused to stick. My eyes scanned the page, but my mind refused to follow.

As she walked, she could feel the book's weight on her back, and it seemed to be getting heavier with each step. Finally, she reached the spot and dug a hole in the ground with her bare hands. She placed the book inside and covered it up with dirt, making sure to pack it down tightly so that no one could see the outline of the book. With a heavy heart, Noelle turned around and walked away, hoping that she had done the right thing by hiding the book. At the lower town smoke billowed up from buildings that were on fire, and the sound of explosions could be heard in the distance. Soldiers were rushing around, trying to contain the situation, but they seemed to be outnumbered and overwhelmed.