Novel & Cerita Where My Heart Was Hidden

So close to me. Yet suddenly feeling so far away. My chest felt unbearably heavy as one thought consumed me entirely. “Naya…” I whispered again, this time weaker. Then finally… “Who really are you… and what are you hiding from me?”

“When the announcement comes, the hall will be filled with guards. Elira will stand at Camille’s right hand. When they least expect it, we will move.” I glance back at her, committing the plan to memory. “After the announcement.” She nods. “And Hope… the Heart—it’s hidden beneath the glass garden. You’ll know it when you see it.” The words send a shiver down my spine. “I’ll find it.” I push the door open and step into the corridor once more. The chill of the air hits me like a wave. Behind me, the door closes, sealing her in darkness again. As I walk back through the passage, the echo of Elira’s voice lingers in my head—smooth, venomous, patient. She’ll never stop until she gets what she wan

Chloe's heart raced as she stumbled upon a hidden letter concealed within the depths of her drawer—a tangible relic of a forgotten past, waiting to be discovered. Its worn parchment whispered secrets, its ink an ancient pact demanding illumination. With trembling hands, she gingerly unfolded the parchment, revealing a labyrinth of delicate cursive script, a map to the heart of her deepest mysteries.

What would happen once I was real again? Would Arthur still look at me the way he does now? Would he still want me when I was no longer the hidden secret tucked in the shadows? Would his title, his crown, allow him to choose me? I wrapped my arms around myself, standing alone in the hallway, the silence pressing in on every side. Hope was a dangerous thing. And tonight, I would hand my whole heart over to it.

My glorious, heart-pounding moment. Because when the silence came, it meant bedtime for them. And showtime for me. My heart was beating so fast and loud inside my chest. It could have even drummed its own war song. I reached under the loose stone. The one where I had hidden my little treasure. The tiny lock pick that I found. It was kind of bent. dull, miserable-looking. But hey, it was all I had. “This is it,” I whispered to myself. “No mistakes this time.”

Heels on stone. The sound moves away — sharp, rhythmic, furious — and then fades into the parking garage's echo. And I'm standing behind a rockery in my bare feet on cold stone with the Heart of the Kingdom around my neck and my heart going completely cold. It wasn't a gift. It was never a gift.

Pain twisted in my chest, and I felt the pain on the back of my neck raise as if there were unseen eyes on me, watching me. But when the lightning passed and darkness blanketed the cemetery again, that face vanished. The rain was too thick, like a wall of water and I couldn't see the back of the crowd anymore. My heart had fluttered back to life briefly in that instant. Just the thought of him alone warned me some secret, hidden part of me I had buried away. The part of me that yearned, that loved.

Cassian murmured, his eyes fixed on the distant capital. Rhea turned to face them. “Once we get in, we’ll need to move quickly. The Heart is hidden in the ruins beneath the Wolf God’s altar. But it’s guarded. Not by soldiers—but by something much older.” Lia furrowed her brow. “What do you mean by ‘something older’?” “The Heart was never meant to be found,” Rhea said, her voice low. “The Wolf God’s power binds it. Only those who can withstand the trials can reach it.”

My heart sank, and I lost the strength to even struggle. Chris looked at me as he said coldly, "You'd have stayed in the mountains your whole life without me, Wendy. I'm just sending you back to where you belong." Invisible walls closed in on me, suffocating me. The one who once pulled me out of hell was now shoving me back into the same abyss. His men shoved me into the car while I was stuck in my daze. My head slammed against the hand brake, and blood spilled. Chris frowned. He was about to say something when Nancy started sobbing. So, he closed the door and went back to check on her.

As she reached her door, something white caught her eye. An envelope, half pushed beneath the door. Just her apartment number written across the front. A chill crawled up her arms. She unlocked the door but didn't go inside. Instead, she picked up the envelope. It felt light. Only one sheet inside. She opened it. A photograph slipped into her hand. Old. The edges were worn. Her breath caught. It was a picture of her leaving the hospital. Years ago. She remembered that day. She'd hide bruises beneath long sleeves. Told everyone she'd fallen down the stairs.