The Ways We Hide Novels & Stories

He paused, then gave me that look again—like he knew exactly what I wasn’t saying. “If you want someone truly hidden,” he said, slowly, “you don’t send them away. You tuck them into the folds of the city. Where they blend. Where no one would ever think to look. Hide them in plain sight.” My lips curled, not quite a smile, but close. “Thank you, Ralph.”

She said it could attract too much attention, especially from those who might wish to harm us. I raced through the woods, darting between trees and weaving through the underbrush. My goal was a hidden refuge that Grandma had shown me. It was a place where I could hide and, more importantly, conceal my scent. It was an old tree with a secret door carved into the bark, leading to a small room where someone could hide without being detected.

she asked him. He nodded. "Yes,I am." "But...why?"Annie scoffed. "Why?..."he asked back. "Yes,why?!. Are you seriously fucking playing games with me?. That means you know my whereabouts then but chose to hid yourself away?. You've been playing hide and seek with me?" Now,it was Larry's turn to scoff. "You're totally wrong if that's what you wanna tag it as. Hide and seek?,well,hell nay." "Then,what is it?. You've been hiding yourself away from me for a long time but then you suddenly show up, sending me letters about missing me,, tailing on me,I guess and I found you. Isn't that what's called "Hide and Seek?*"

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.”

"Hi. My name is Ethan Rivera, and I'm not here to tell you how to live. I'm here to tell you how I survived." The room quieted instantly. "When I was young, I thought there were only two kinds of love. The kind that was allowed, and the kind you had to hide. I learned to hide early. I became good at it. Smiling when I wanted to scream. At dating people I didn’t love. Pretending to be someone else just to make everyone else comfortable." His voice trembled but did not break.

Rarely did this version of me come out of hiding, but this way seemed like the first time I wasn't hiding in a shell. A whistle coming from those feminine lips made me flutter my eyes. Kelly, on the edge of my bed, kept looking at me like I was a Picasso painting. "Don't stay there, go on, go break hearts" he pointed out with giggles. I shook my head, looking like teenage Kelly, definitely not going on a hunt. Rather, I should be the one to avoid being devoured at all costs in that circle of old millionaires. “Although I like the result, I don't feel like the owner of the night or anything like that. Take care of Isaac, let him go to bed early” I added taking the handbag, I put my phone, com

Now what do I say without him knowing? “What are you hiding?” He tries to move me out of the way. My hand grabs the handle. I am going to have to say, so that he leaves it, and then hide it somewhere else later. “Your present, so keep out!” He looks at me, shocked amusement on his face. His laughter starts quiet and gets louder as he walks away from the drawers. “You really need to find better hiding places. What are you going to do with the girls when they are older? Hide them under their beds?”

“Alright, I'll just change!” He hurried to his room and changed to plain sweaters and sweatpants. He also wore a baseball cap and a black mask. Seeing that he's all covered up, he went to their underground car park. “If you're going to make my cousin pregnant, at least buy her pregnancy test kits!” he mumbled furiously as he entered his car. He drove to a distant district packed with people. “Crowded places are the best spot to hide yourself. The crowd will look like a natural camouflage for me. I'm the smartest idol of all time~"

Father keeps on shouting as if they were in a hurry… The writing was done there, he believed it was disrupted. What happened next? Ciaran turn the next page, it was the day of the war but the writing was too short and the penmanship seemed to be shaky, it says. It was done, Jihilya was done. My sister and I were hiding behind this huge empty barrel hoping the enemies cannot see us in the dark. I saw mother, she was running towards us while striking her sword at the enemies on her way. She was brave.

I was alarmed by where their conversation might lead. “Lies?” she choked out, trembling as she clutched her chest. “What lies, Matthew?” “Don’t play innocent! Do you think I’m stupid? You destroyed our relationship because of you! And now... now I found out you’ve been hiding something dirty from me!” My father’s voice shook the entire room. “I’m not hiding anything,” my mother denied. Her shoulders shook. “That woman gave me a daughter, Aurelia!” my father shouted. It was like he wanted to punch her where she stood.