The Player Hides His Past Novels & Stories

“Perfection.” He laughs as I think of my own question. “Favorite pastime?” “Baseball. I play shortstop on my local team.” “Damn. Seeing you in those tight pants would be wet dream worthy,” I tease, biting my lip. “Stop that or we won’t finish the game.” “And would that be so bad?” I murmur, trailing a finger up his chest. He growls playfully, nipping at my finger. “My turn. What do you think your Goddess gift will be?”

Stan called out to him, "But Alpha Heroux! Sire!" "Goddamnit," He rubbed his face in frustration. ~~~ "Where the fuck are they?!" A man roared, fidgeting in the dark. It's evident with his demeanor how anxious he is about something. "I'm sure they're near, dad." A young man in his mid 30's reassured smoothly, leaning his back on a tree. "And what about you?! I told you to stay hidden until she's taken care of, didn't I, David?!" Tray glared daggers at his son.

I gave her a nonchalant look, causing her to chuckle. “Alright, alright,” she said. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. But, I just have one question,” she sheepishly smiled. “What is it?” I raised my eyebrows. “Why are you trying to hide your real identity in this place? I’m pretty sure that revealing your family heritage will give you a much easier time surviving. The people here won’t dare touch you if they know that you’re a Ricci.” I sat down on my bed. “I don’t want any special treatment.”

“It’s not a joke, honey. Please, listen. The Hidden Witches are nearly extinct because they were hunted by the Shadow Hunters—powerful warlocks who practice dark magic. They wanted to eliminate the Hidden Witches because they saw them as a threat. To protect you, I had to hide you in Canada with your mother. I revealed everything to her, and though she was angry, she agreed it was best for your safety if I left. She didn’t abandon you, Prisca; she was trying to protect you. A few months ago, a Shadow Hunter had a vision about two hidden witches that still survive. That’s why I brought you here. You’re in danger, and I need to protect you.” I pulled my hand away, stunned. I didn’t know how to

A piece sacrificed on the board. The real player was still out there. And they weren’t hiding anymore. Because buried lies don’t stay buried forever. Tonight, with bone-deep certainty, I understood: the past wasn’t just resurfacing. It was coming for us.

the general uttered, he was as shocked as he is. “I suppose to look for you and the young man as well,” the general said with his voice stuttering. “The young man was with me, he’s beside me,” Therens answered, he sounded flat yet no one can identify how he is feeling from his voice if he was angry or just in a serious tone. General Malta look below and saw the young man covering his ears, he cannot tell if he was shaking from the darkness that surrounded them. Therens felt something moving in his back pocket where the dagger was hidden. It was bothering him, he quietly and secretly pull the dagger. He was right, it was the dagger moving on its own once again. He holds it tight and returns i

I play nice and hurt. "Are you seriously talking about trust? Cut the crap, will you?" He says. He knows that I don't trust him, and that is something that I probably need to work on. "Well, I have nothing to hide from you, Ejay. Absolutely nothing?" I try to convince him. "And I do?" He stands up, and I do the same. "Don't you?" I ask. "What are you insinuating?" He asks, scratching his eyebrow. "Why don't you try and make me understand why you do not want me to find out about my past? Because that is the only problem I have with you. Why do you want me to live under this shadow of myself?" I ask in a way that I deem unsuspicious.

It says… “No matter how we hide… who we are, is who we are” And that is right. Like Alvin Ross, no matter how he changed his name to Ervin Ross; he cannot hide the fact that he raped and abused a little girl ten years ago, and that little girl is me and he cannot get away with it. just like that. “No matter how we hide, who we are is, who we are” I whispered to myself. Like me no matter how they hide my past still it makes a way for me to remember it.

And then he walked out the door. I just nod and continue looking at the frames. He does look good, I admit but that doesn't clear the fact that based on what I found out, he's a player. Well, let us just say- He meets the coach and that's me. I used to break tons of guys' hearts during my teenage days because I was a secret man-hater. To be honest I only had one serious commitment and it turns out to be a failure. Within ten minutes. He's back.

I had learnt from the past that it could be dangerous to not have any piece of information. "I have reasons to believe that and I think she is trying to dig up something from the past, I don't know what it is yet but I am very sure it has to do with my past." He said, cringing his nose as of he had just smelt something awful. "If you have nothing to hide then I don't think that should bother you." I said, watching his expression but he surpressed whatever emotions he felt at that moment perfectly well. "Mauris, you have no idea how these things work and I hope for your sake that you get back to your senses very soon or you just might get lost in the storm."