The Ways We Hide Novels & Stories

he deadpanned, "your hiding spots are the dumbest. There's a whole lot of places to hide in this house, Eloïse." "I don't know many." She innocently confessed. "There's the dog's kennel, the shed, the washing machine, mum's closet find one of those and make yourself invisible. Got it?" "Okay." "Let's start all over and make sure not to leave until I find you okay?" His sister nodded. "One, two..." Eloise precipitated to hide in one of the mentioned hideouts meanwhile, at six, Ace walked to his room and shut the door to have a better focus on his game.

It was like a large stone had been removed from my shoulders. I became a master at hiding my escape efforts from Jax and the children. I felt like I was a super-secret spy planning an escape from a dangerous prison. I stashed the money I was making from the side jobs in a secret makeup pouch, then I hid that pouch inside a bag of frozen peas in the freezer. One of the ladies at the support group was an advisor’s assistant, she printed out a class schedule for me that showed I was in a physical science class while the group was meeting. I made a cloud account for saving the abuse logs and pictures under Levi’s name.

“They’re not mistakes. They’re my signature.” Williams leaned closer as she showed him. The space between two numbers was slightly off. A color shade was just a little different from normal. And hidden inside a line of random references, every third letter spelled her initials and the date. “I hid my mark in three ways,” she explained, her eyes shining, not from tears, but with excitement. “Invisible spacing, hidden color codes, and a fake ‘error’ that only I would know. Anyone who steals this steals my fingerprints with it.”

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

In the shadows of the underground hideout, the wheels of their grand scheme continued to turn, bringing them one step closer to their ultimate goal. Isolde, shrouded in the secrecy of her clandestine meeting, had no inkling that she was being observed. In the dark recesses of the underground hideout, where the air was thick with conspiratorial whispers, a pair of young eyes followed her every move. Felicity, a teenage witch with a penchant for eavesdropping, had been lurking in the shadows, her curiosity piqued.

Trust became a rare and precious commodity, as we navigated a treacherous landscape of shifting alliances and hidden motives. In our quest to protect ourselves and those who had joined our cause, we sought refuge in the shadows, operating from the underground. Our movements became clandestine, our communication encrypted, and our identities masked. It was a constant game of cat and mouse, where survival meant being one step ahead of our pursuers.

Mia’s POV I stayed still so not even the wind could sense me. Most people don’t know how to disappear properly. They think hiding is crouching behind a tree or holding their breath. But hiding is a skill and a mindset. I’d trained for years, and I’d learned how to mask my scent, slow my breathing, and lower my heartbeat. It’s not magic… I’ve been hunted enough to know when to become the shadow in the leaves. It was one of the few things I was proud of.

"I haven't come across any witches lately. I mean, wouldn't I know if I'd met someone capable of casting spells on me?" Lily's expression grew more serious as she considered my question. "You never know with witches, Trinity. They're incredibly secretive creatures, and they certainly don't live openly in werewolf packs. Most keep to themselves in hidden covens or blend into human society where they can practice without detection." “But if the hex was placed on me back in the city, then… Why is it just manifesting now?” “That’s the scary part, Trinity. I don’t think you were hexed in the city. Hexes don’t take too long to manifest.”

Laughing, I hit his shoulder, stuck out my tongue to him and headed to the bathroom to take a nice long shower. The bathroom is equally beautiful, with a bathtub, a shower stall, water heater, a golden wash basin with a beautiful vintage mirror on the wall above it. There's also a three-drawer cabinet beside it and the toilet is in another compartment in this large, opulent but homely restroom. Quickly, I strip out of this smelly cloth, the gun dropping to the ground in the process. "Oh my God," I gasp. I totally forgot about it. Hurriedly, I hide it in the last drawer. Scanning my environment for anyone watching, maybe a camera or something. Thankfully, nothing.

acting normal "Uh..Yeah- I meant no..there's nothing wrong" She said nervously "Then..who is it you've been trying to reach so hestatily?" Brooke asked and she shrugged "It doesn't sound to me like..you've been here for seconds Brooke.." She said and he chuckled "Do you have something to hide that..you're being so nervous and questioning?" He asked narrowing his eyes "Not at all..why?" She asked "Then answer me.." He responded and she gave him a faint smile