Things We Hide From The Light Novels & Stories

No more words. As we pulled away from the orphanage, the shadows behind us long and heavy, I felt something shift. I had been hidden once. Buried in secrets not of my making. But not anymore. I would never hide again.

A beautiful one that would not come to pass. I tried to make sure that my thoughts didn’t bleed out and I made use of the fake shield that I have built over the years to protect my mind so that the man beside me would not listen in on my thoughts. I really hoped it worked because I was dealing with an alpha of his caliber. He was quite different from what I’ve heard.

They didn't need flashlights; they were the light in a world that had tried for too long to keep them buried in the dark. "The entrance is hidden beneath the salt flat," Jade noted, her voice trembling not with fear, but with a raw, jagged defiance. She pointed toward a slight, unnatural shimmer in the moonlight. "Refractive cloaking. Typical Julian. He always loved the theater of power more than the reality of it. He wanted to be a god, but he’s just a fraud hiding in a hole."

'Feeling guilt dims our light. Instead of dimming our light to make others feel more comfortable, we could just continue to shine and foster the rise of the vibrations of those around us. Being Happy and Feeling Good does not mean you have no compassion for the misery of those around you. It simply means you won’t dim your light to make them feel comfortable – instead, you’re going to help light the way. At first, your light may be a bit too bright for others and it may hurt their eyes, yet it’s far better to shine rather than to hide your light. When you hide your light for too long, it extinguishes and you slip right back into darkness…unable to find your way until someone ‘shiny’ comes al

and it is better than the way they treat Slaves," he glances at me, "I do not think hiding makes a difference. It is certainly luck of the highest kind that you continue to clean the master’s Archives, with breath still in your lungs." My heart pounds softly within me. Barnabas lays back and shuts his eyes, "Unless you only work on a Dark day, and keep to the shadows out of the light of torches, you must know that even the tone of your skin, Shade cannot hide you from the light that strays through the windows when the Sun is high and mighty."

Every shadow in the city fled. That created problems. Some shadows belonged to buildings. Some belonged to people. Some belonged to things hiding in alleys that had been doing their best not to become part of the plot. Without shadows, everyone looked exposed and unfinished. Aaliyah yelled, "He is stripping concealment layers. All hidden facilities are becoming visible. Obsidian Lab access points, wolf safe houses, mirror ship anchors, three of Haley's secret shopping accounts-" "Those are private!" Haley shouted. "The sun disagrees!"

I looked at him. "I'm tired of keeping things at the edge," I said. "I have been keeping things at the edge my whole life. Managing what is visible and what isn't. Deciding what is safe to give and what needs to be…" I stopped. I found the specific and honest word. "Hidden. Deciding what needs to be hidden." I paused. "And I don't want to do that here." The specific and quiet statement of it. I don't want to do that here.

I will not let him know what is tucked in my apron. In the soft light, the papers look innocent, a pile of numbers and ledger lines. He could come back and read them. He could come back and everything would unravel. He could also forget that he saw them at all. Men like Adrian sometimes prefer the comfortable shadow of not knowing. They will live with suspicion rather than rip the roof off and see what crawls out.

, " No character can be too perfectly hidden, I knew she wasn't totally honest with you, but I believe everyone at least has things they keep to themselves " " Why are you two partners if you can't tell each other anything, you're lovers after trusting each other, then why hide anything ", " People hide things because of fear, fear of what your reactions will be, fear of being criticized, fear of losing what you want to keep most", " Which one do you think hers is", " Fear of being criticized ". Blue nodded smiling, "At least you've got that sense, I thought you were going to say fear of losing what you want to keep the most",

But the night does not forgive bargaining with silence. When the manor finally exhaled—doors locked, lamps guttered low, footsteps thinning into sleep—I slipped from my bed and dressed in the plainest things I owned. My hands moved on their own, steady and familiar, as if this ritual were the only thing that had ever been truly mine. I left no light burning and closed my door as gently as if the house were fragile. I needed the dark. I needed the dark to hide what I had kept secret for years.