The Ways We Hide Novels & Stories

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.

She pretended to take pictures of some of the pages and tried locating the placement of the picture through her senses. She noticed a bulk and knew that it was the picture, only 2 pages under. Now the problem would be, how to take it without anyone seeing it or noticing it at all, and where can she hide it? In her pocket? No. Her phone? Can’t. Then where can she hide it? Inside her blouse? Maybe. But it would fall. ‘How can I stop it from falling from inside my blouse?’ Hestia thought of possible things that she can do. On her sleeves? Too much notice. How about… in her bra? But how?

Or at least, was a semblance of home. “What's the plan now?” I whispered to Kaiden as we tried to remain as nonchalant as possible. “Should we even be moving together? Wouldn't that draw more attention to us?” “The best way to hide is in plain sight. Haven't you heard of that before?” he responded, casually pulling us into a darkened corner beside a door. The sudden proximity had me thinking thoughts that had no business in this scenario, but I embraced them regardless. “If by plain sight you mean ‘liable to be caught at any moment’, then I must say you're doing a very good job.”

I spoke. Their brows furrowed with a mix of relief and their concern for my safety evident. They had trusted in my ability to navigate the dangers outside the palace walls, and I was determined to live up to their expectations. "But how did you manage to stay hidden from him?" another voice chimed in, curiosity evident in her tone. I smiled, masking the weight of my unspoken secret. "Sometimes, the best way to hide is in plain sight," I replied, deliberately evading any further details. It was not a lie, but a carefully crafted response that shielded the truth.

"Everyone sees this everyday and they immediately know I'm a primordial and it concerns me that I've never actually see yours in person." "I hide it." I explained to her. "I know you do but I don't know how to hide mine or does it require some kind of training?" She looked at me. "My life would have probably been a lot more easier if I knew how to hide it." "It doesn't require any training, it's simple, kind of like the basis." I prepared her mind for it. "It works like magic, infact it is magic." I said for emphasis. "Just imagine it's hidden, also convince your mind to believe that and you would be surprised."

It was a risky endeavor, but we knew that obtaining those documents would be a game-changer. We arranged a clandestine meeting, shrouded in secrecy and held under the cover of night. With our trusted allies by our side, we ventured to the undisclosed location, our hearts pounding with anticipation. The whistleblower, hidden behind a mask, handed us a folder containing the classified information—a treasure trove of evidence that would send shockwaves through society.

"We should tell her; we can't hide it any longer." Hide what?

Lav said. “I don’t know.” I shook my head as I sniffled. “I have a suggestion,” she said. “I will hire someone to track the spread of that picture. Then, I’ll let you know if it gets deleted.” “That’s complicated,” I said. “Nothing’s complicated when you need to hide a secret.” She formed the shh gesture before winking at me. The time for the final sports event came. I noticed that there was nothing awkward like people looking at me or something… yet. Thanks to this important event, they are all somehow distracted.

Ian insisted we hide the flag in a place they wouldn't even dream of finding and we were still looking round for a place that wouldn't be so obvious to Chris' team. "Do you think we should go higher so we'll hide it there?" Dean asked. "Nah, I feel that's very predictable." Ian said. "I feel we should hide it somewhere around here where they'll feel we'll be too stupid to hide it." "Yeah, that's actually a great idea." I agreed. "We'll hide it amongst these other nature stuff..." "...camouflage." Ian nodded, smirking. "They'll never think about it." I smirked as well.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.