The Hiding Place Novel Novels & Stories

I pretended like I didn't hear him because I'm very well aware that it is not the right place to let out my pride. That's how we both started to search the book named "The Hidden secrets." until 2 O'clock but the damn book nowhere to find. Hunger knocked my stomach frequently begging me to eat something although I reminded her that we are here to search the book, not for eating, but couldn't able to control myself I asked him shyly, "Why don't we eat and resume our searching?" but no response. "Blake, I'm hungry." I turned around and whined like a baby but the place where he stood before was empty.

David Brooks tossed in a few routine questions before excusing himself, leaving behind a quiet, oddly weighty silence. Later that night, the house had gone still. Liam remained holed up in his study, the light under the door the only sign of life. Allie wandered the halls in silence, her fingers grazing along the cold spines of worn books in the library. Her touch lingered on the leather covers, chasing stories far older than hers, until something caught her eye—a dusty, half-forgotten photo album nestled between two encyclopedias. Curiosity tugged at her.

“But we are inside a house, how can it be a wilderness.” “We are in an abandoned village. There is no one else here but me, and now you.” With a very loud and deliberate sniff, she buried her face under the bed. There was some rattling and other sounds and then she pulled out a small writing book and a pen. What else was she hiding under that bed? “Write down all the herbs you need, I’ll try to find everything.”

Heather is my best friend and she knows it when I am lying. I really couldn’t keep anything from her. I took a deep breath and brought my chopsticks down. “I saw Clarkson in the club last night.” Heather’s eyes widened. “What? How come? Does he know now?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. He seemed so cold and distant.” Heather sighed in relief. “That’s good to know,” she said as she held onto her chest. I pursed my lips in a thin line. Heather knew who Clarkson is in my life. She knew where he stood and where he still stands.

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

' When the car stopped in front of a somber manor, my fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of my skirt. The carvings on the iron gate cast menacing shadows in the setting sun like the open jaws of a beast. This did not look like a place for lovers to confess their love. "Come on." Heath opened the car door for me like a gentleman, but I suddenly wanted to run away. While I hesitated, several dark figures rushed out of the manor. Their thick arms gripped my wrists like iron clamps. Before I could scream, I was pressed onto the ground, the rough stones scraping my knees.

But then there was silence. I saw a big tree not far away from me, so I crawled over there with my meager belongings and hid behind it. My leg started to bleed really fast and that was when I saw that the gash was immensely deep and the pain I felt started to be real. I could not see much but I could make out the blood that was already all over the floor. Shit. The. I heard voices. They were near and they were talking. “Why would she be the only person not around now? And why is the alpha king making this mandatory?” One said. I clutched my hands to my chest in fear of being caught.

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

Moonlight being our only source of light as we meandered around the mount. The hill was tucked away behind the lofty trees, on the other side of the woods. I looked around but failed to catch any living soul dwelling on it, be it humans or animals. I could bet not many people knew about this place. It was a hidden gem. I wondered how he found out about his place. I glanced up at him. His broad back was facing me as he guided me upward. Our hands were clasped tight. Even if I let go I knew I won't fall because he was holding me tight. His callous hand was enveloping mine in an unyielding grip. He was ahead so that any harm befall him before touching me. He is.....damn! he is hot. "Be careful.

i buried that name under forged papers and cold silence but as we know some names don’t stay dead for long. I spent the last week convincing myself that hiding was strategy, not surrender and that staying invisible was the same as staying alive but by the fourth night of staring at cracked ceilings while listening to my own heartbeat, I realized hiding was just another cage so I reached for the small burner phone under the mattress and typed three words that changed everything.”We need to meet.”