Villains Hideout Crossword Novels & Stories

I muttered. "Where is their hideout?" I asked him. He kept mute. I cocked my gun and pointed it at him. "Must you always kill?" He asked in fear. "That's the business, you know so forget about it!" I said. "Their hideout is in London, England. But they also use the underground at the Milan estate in Italy." He said. "Write the damn address down." I told him. He quickly scribbled down the addresses and gave them to me.

He later sat in the ward with me but was busy with his laptop. “Thank you. We could have gone home instead of stressing you like this.” “I didn’t say I’m stressed. I’m doing my job.” I stayed quiet. I felt the urge to ask him how I ended up following the wrong person last night. Lucian Blackwood and the other man don’t even look alike. The news came on about an illegal gambling den with drugs and thugs, the same place we came from. My life keeps getting more dangerous. I munched on the chips I was served. Orion Kade didn’t look concerned in any way.

Was it possible that Nydia was really involved in something so twisted, and that she had dragged Rylee into it too? People like that were usually monsters. I could barely bring myself to imagine the horrors Rylee might have endured. My fists clenched. Noticing my reaction, Winston gently reassured me. "Don't worry too much. We've cut off a lot of his support. He's holed up in his hideout, and we're on his tail. We can't afford to make a big move just yet. You don't need to be scared." I nodded numbly, my mind racing.

“Open the door!” “Shit,” I whispered sitting up in the bed and looking around the room frantically. Aien slid out of the bed in a tangle of long limbs, retrieving his clothing and pulling it on. I saw his eyes go to the door, but I shook my head. “She will see.” This was Tarragon - not servants, but a dragon with a dragon’s canning. A lover hiding behind the door would not be missed. “Under the bed!” I told him before raising my voice: “A moment Tarra! The door is locked for a reason!” I hurriedly pulled the bed to order and hurried to the wash bowl, splashing my face before dashing to my chest and pulling on my clothing.

Only if the true Alpha was alive. “Did Victoria know this location? Its easy to track down this place. I don’t think she’s dumb not to know that.” “Victoria wouldn’t dare. As much as she hated the rogues, she cannot afford uprising. But they are waiting for this moment,” Ellen smirked mockingly. I thought the rogue’s hideout was somewhere in the dense part of the jungle which was right. Only they are living under. Their exit to the underground world was a cave and it lies deep in the jungle where most of the predators are lurking. We waited for their leader’s confirmation to get inside since I’m a new face.

“So what if it is? We let them kill innocent people? Or do you want me to step in and let them have their way? Is that it?” “Of course not.” He held my gaze. “We outsmart them.” I breathed hard, fire burning in my lungs. I didn’t want to be held down. I didn’t want to wait to listen, but a part of me that was a leader that needed to protect her people waited and listened for a possible solution. “What do you know?” I asked. “Their hideout. I had my men watch out just in case something like this happened. And I was right. They have two hideouts. And both places are isolated and deep in the forest, the Rym Hollow and the Ravine.”

Patricia vowed. *** Somewhere hidden. The dark room held so many secret. Three figures sat on the cold marble floor with a glass of tequila and a bottle of vodka on the floor. Their eyes red as though in flamed. In their centre was a map, unfolded. Patiently waiting for his arrival, they kept drinking. Their hideout was in a remote place in Philadelphia. An hideout in a charity house. No one knew that under the staircase of the non governmental charity house was an undercover house, a secret hideout for professional, sooth after criminals.

“She could be in one of those.” “Talk.” Xander sounded impatient as he sat in front of him and crossed his legs. “I wouldn’t want to waste my time on you but it would make our search for Sera faster, I’d gladly give you some of my attention.” He gently slid the knife’s blade on his face so the man trembled in fear. “Now talk and stop wasting any more of my time, okay?” “They have three hideouts!” The man’s lips trembled as he spoke. “The first one is found in an underground basement in the abandoned house in the slums. The next one is found in the underground basement of a boutique in the shopping district.”

* Lilith took out the pictures, pinning them to the wall before us. “This is the location,” she said. All I could see was…sand. “A dessert?” I questioned. “Yes, a dessert. The Circle’s hideout is underground.” “It’s too random,” Logan said. “I need something…unique. Something that makes this location stand out.” “Look at the sand; it’s different…lighter.” she said, and Logan focused on that. “There’s also the little desert plant by the side.” I pointed out. “Also, this part—” she pointed to the photo in the middle, “It’s more…”

He came back a few seconds later and yanked me up by the arm, dragging me toward a corner of the warehouse that barely qualified as private. I made a mental note of everything as we walked. Rusted machinery, cracked walls, piles of empty crates—it gave the classic villain hideout vibes. But then, just as I crouched down, pretending to pee, my eyes caught something. I saw a faded sign on one of the walls. The address ended with Rho Milan, Italy and that made my stomach feel like a bottomless pit.