The Ways We Hide Novels & Stories

"What do you suggest we do, my Lord? How can we ensure our secret remains hidden?" A devious smile crept across Lord Arcturus' face as he formulated a plan. "We must be more discreet than ever before, my dear. No more late-night rendezvous, no more moments of vulnerability. We shall become shadows in the darkness, whispers in the wind. Our act must remain hidden, buried deep within our hearts."

I was done hiding my light. **********

He glanced around. “Not literally, Kael,” I snorted. “I mean, the biggest matter we have here.” “Oh? Is that what you guys call it now?” He blinked. “How old are you, Kael?” I muttered. He walked up to me. “So, are you going to start talking? Or?” He gave me a straight face. “Well, there is a way that you can stay hidden, though. It’s buried deep in the books. Even I don’t know how the trick works.”

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.”

And more importantly… What were they hiding?

"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.

Anna asked as we frantically looked around. There were barrels next to the building, two pickup trucks and another van parked twenty feet away, and big trees along the rear and sides of the fence. “Let’s try to hide under the trucks,” I decided. Glancing around the corner, I was sure we would make it to the trucks before the men made it around the building. Anna and I ran for the pickup trucks. We rushed to the far side of a green Ford 4x4 and rolled beneath it. Hiding in the shadows beneath the truck, we watched John Cameron’s men run around the corner of the building. When they didn’t see us, they stopped and looked around.