Where Do All The Good Guys Go To Hideaway Novels & Stories

The council may have thought they had the upper hand, but they had no idea who they were dealing with. With a sense of urgency, I knew I needed to get Eden to safety. The Grimaldi mansion was out of the question - it was too dangerous, too heavily guarded. Instead, I decided to take her to my cottage on the outskirts of North Creekville. It was a secluded spot, hidden away from prying eyes and ears. A place where I knew no one could ever find me, not even Gustavo. . . It's my secret hideout.

“Together?” “Always.” We made it to the safe house an hour later, one of the off-grid properties I hadn’t used in years. It was small, quiet, tucked between old trees and stone walls. For the first time that night, the air didn’t smell like smoke. Adrian dropped onto the couch, exhausted. “So this is where billionaires hide.” “Just this one,” I said, locking the door behind us. He smirked. “No wine cellar?” “Just instant coffee.”

Trained ears catching a sound, a scent, something out of place. They knew. “They saw us,” I confirmed quietly into the mic. Nyra’s voice came through again. Smooth. Pleased. “Good. Let them. You have three minutes to disappear.” She didn’t say what would happen in minute four. She didn’t have to. Safehouse – Unknown Location The hideout was buried deep in the hills, a brutalist skeleton of concrete and steel. There were no windows, no clocks. Just cold air and colder silence. It was perfect.

“I promise.” His men led us to an unmarked vehicle parked behind the alley, far from the main road. I didn’t look back as we drove away, though every part of me wanted to. We drove for nearly an hour, through forests and old roads, deeper into neutral territory. The new hideout was a cabin surrounded by tall pines, quiet, secluded, almost invisible to the world. Inside, the silence felt heavy. Like the room itself was holding its breath. Gina finally spoke. “Xavier will be fine. I can tell he is very powerful.”

I looked back at the suite door, drew in a long breath, then finally turned and walked away. ———————— “I thought you said thirty minutes,” Damian said the second I stepped out of the car at the secluded pack hideout. “It’s been more than an hour.” The hideout was tucked deep in the forest, surrounded by thick trees and cloaked in the camouflage spell that rendered it unseen to anyone I didn’t want finding it. It was the one place I could spill blood or break bones without hearing anyone’s opinion about it. A sanctuary for the kind of work no one liked to admit had to be done.

Chris had managed to slip through the cracks of the legal system multiple times, and Martinez was determined to ensure that tonight would be different. The convoy arrived at the hideout, an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. The building was dilapidated, its windows boarded up, and it stood in stark contrast to the bustling city nearby. Martinez signaled for the team to move into their designated positions. They approached silently, their steps measured and deliberate.

WHEN CAINE READ the latest update from the one person the public deemed missing about another person misplaced by the eyes of the birdwatchers, something clicked in his mind. The old Warehouse G that he was apparently hiding had been cleaned, cleared and abandoned during the end of the underground wars that he commended Albert’s quick-thinking of using it as his hideout: he knew the place like the back of his hand, it has hidden secrets and it’s pretty expendable. “I hope their plan goes well,” Caine said while he walked out of the orphanage to his car. He trusted them enough that he thought that his help wouldn’t be needed anyway.

I chuckled and began to read. “Did they really write back to you?!” Lucas jumped from his seat and stood behind me to read the letter. “Who hides from for and hides from friends as well. If our goals are aligned, what’s the need to push each other aside. We’d be very glad to give you a tour of our hideout and our current discoveries, that’s if you're not blind by now. What am I saying here? How would you have gotten this far with a letter if you lost your vision? We’re in the hilltop Forrest, walk nine miles in and you’ll see a well furnished white building. Say hi to that little crow of yours.

No one ever hides from me because he is just playing hide and seek. "Where?" "The old warehouse at the outskirts of the town. He was trying to run away but the guards have the place surrounded right now" I puffed out the smoke, then stared at Jessica for the last time. "Let's pay him a visit" ☆☆☆☆☆ Gray drove me silently to the big old warehouse. The rain was pouring in the sky like it hasn’t been heard for so long. I could see the city lights on the road, they were blurred and one could hardly see from it.

Raven Ava led me to the outskirts of town, to a place I never even knew existed. The roads twisted and turned, surrounded by thick forests that swallowed the sunlight. We were deep in the wilderness by the time she finally stopped the car. The building in front of us was nothing more than a run-down cabin, hidden from plain sight. Ava stepped out, gesturing for me to follow. “This is it,” she said, her voice steady. “No one knows about this place except for a select few. It’s our secret hideout from now on. Somewhere we can meet, strategize, and stay off anyone’s radar.”