Where Do All The Good Guys Go To Hideaway นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Oh, but we are now, aren't we? Thanks to you." "Keep talking and I’ll rip out your tongue," Ezra added, his eyes glowing a violent red as he shoved Liam. "I’d like to see you try," Liam spat. Rowan growled and raised his fist, but Rowan held out an arm. "Don’t kill them yet," he said coolly. "Not until we reach the hollow." "The Hollow"—their secret hideout deep in the woods. Lucas felt his stomach churn. Graham tried to speak, his throat raw.

Mark skillfully navigates the car towards a concealed entrance, concealed within what appears to be an abandoned building. With a smooth slide, the hidden entrance opens, revealing a dark and clandestine underground passage. The car crossed the threshold, and the doors sealed shut behind us. The sound of the hydraulic doors echoed, dimly lit by surveillance screens and guarded by armed men who remained vigilant as we passed by. Finally, the car came to a stop in a spacious underground garage. As I ascend a grand staircase, I enter a luxurious apartment concealed within this secret hideout. The interior oozed opulence and refinement, a sanctuary of control amidst the chaos of the outside worl

Tasha whispered. “Exactly,” Vivian said. Kachi stretched her legs and kicked the back of Gozie’s seat. “Where exactly are we headed again?” “Some rundown garage off Route 19,” he replied. “Used to be an old chop-shop. That’s where the signal originated.” Tasha sat forward. “Why would Nicholas be hiding there?” Gozie shrugged. “Place is off-grid, surrounded by woods, and the guy who owns it owes me a favor. If he’s hiding anywhere, it’s there.”

Leo They’re here. Of all the possible times they could come, they choose the ceremony! Those motherfuckers! “Delta, get the Deads ready and contact others. Axe, how far are they?” My Angel takes charge immediately, while I mind link the females and pups to hide. We have hidden basements under every house that serve as hideouts, and the only people who can open them are the pack members. ‘Don’t leave the hideout until I tell you it’s okay.’ I tell them before going to the dungeon with the Deads, my warriors, and my mate. I feel her hand tense in mine.

Going there could jeopardise others' safety. "Let's return to the old hideout," Jack encouraged. "What? The old hideout? It was gutted in fire! Returning doesn't make sense!" "It's the best place to hide and…" "I don't hide from my enemies! I face them squarely!" "Yes. I know, we don't hide. But It's the best place to hide and the best place to do battle. You should draw your foes to a familiar terrain where you can better deal with them than in the woods where they would possibly have an upper hand. The hideout would be advantageous. No one would find you there easily and you could buy some time to strategize." Jack insisted.

"Until I figure out how to deal with Silas, we have to stay hidden. He won’t rest until he has you, Sophia. And I can’t let that happen." Sophia nodded, but the unease in her chest didn’t subside. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were running toward something darker, something they couldn’t escape. --- **The Hideout – The Darkest Corner of Safety** Several hours later, they arrived at a secluded cabin deep in the mountains, far from the reach of anyone who might recognize them. The location was isolated, the perfect place for a hiding spot. But as Sophia stepped out of the SUV and looked around, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creep over her. The place was quiet, almost t

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.

Nyx said. Travis leaned back, his eyes darkening. “So, it was personal.” “Very,” Sky noted. “If you were the target, then Aubrey was just collateral.” “No,” Travis growled, his voice a low, predatory rumble. “She’s never just collateral. He used her to get to me.” “What’s the move?” Storm asked. “I’ve tracked a potential hideout, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts,” Nyx said. “We need to hit it.”

Jordan had tracked Roberto down to a small hideout on the outskirts of the city. It was a run-down, abandoned warehouse—exactly the kind of place someone on the run would use. The building's facade was crumbling, windows boarded up with plywood that had warped in the rain. Perfect for hiding, terrible for comfort.

"See if there's any clues!" … Over at Franconia, Stan Hill had led Isaac to a white detached villa, with yards front and back. It was where Harvey Gooding was hiding. They did not bring a lot of people, and were keeping things quiet—they had to be prudent since they were away from Zidonia. One of their men knocked out the gardener, while they moved to pick the lock to the front door. Harvey had been recovering here after making his escape, and did not even turn around when he heard footsteps.