Hideaway の小説・ストーリー

I'm just praying God will keep us till then. ☆▪☆ "You are surrounded by The Special Weapon and Tactics, The BNI and the London Police Department. Do not try to make any wrong move. Just surrender" a loud voice is heard through a microphone, booming around the ware house where Veronica and I are kept hostage. She and I share a look between each other, a subtle nod saying all that we need to.# "What the hell is happening? I played a my cards right! So what is going on?" Adrian asks, assembling all his men.

He’s just stalling time and is waiting until he feels better to move. “Unbelievable.” Hugo scoffed. Still, he straightened his posture and reached for his pocket. “You really mean that?” There was a nod. Looking confident, Hugo fished out a small glass bottle in front of the frozen Ponjie. The glass shimmered along with its clear content inside. Hugo cleared his voice and explained, “A healer I know gifted me this. According to that person, all the drops in here came from the garden of the deity Paeon. It can heal anything in an instant which makes this bottle the most treasured possession I currently have.”

I walked to him and closed his eyes. I pulled my jacket off and spread it over him. I mind linking Sean, where we found him so they could come to take him away. “Come let’s go.” I was pulling him away from him. He keeps staring back at him. There’s a cavern not far from there. “Let’s go into the cavern.” I told him, he looked at the cavern. “Let’s go in.” “C’mon.”

I yelled at George and I can see his body stiffen by my shouts. "Calm down, baby." My girlfriend calmed me with her touch. "I smell it last on Terenz Inn Hotel, Alpha. I'm sorry." George said nervously. I took a deep breath and calmed down. "Okay, thank you. It's okay, just keep patrolling in the wood. Link me if you find something." I said and quickly left my office and headed to my car. I started it on and drove it to the Human's city. 'Terenz Inn Hotel' The sign showed up and I quickly drove to the parking lot. I walked inside and sniffed the air again. The wolf must be in one of the bedrooms.

Cannai and Nanami walk pass through as they stand beside Maru, Merfoy, Ciaran and Geuron. “Me too,” Liana said as she keeps on pushing the wall that their naked eyes can’t see. “As well as we,” Goryo said touching the wall. “I forgot to tell you, no man can enter Mt. Sadeste except for royalty bloods and magical creatures. Don’t worry, I can help you get through that,” he said as he touch the invisible wall and create a swirl that gets smaller and smaller until it disappeared from their sight. “You can step inside now,” Merfoy said as they slowly walk forward to where the others are.

The cab driver dropped me off at the bottom of a dirt road and sped off, he shouted something in Spanish, and it sounded like he said; “if you want to walk through the gates of hell walk through it alone bless his soul.” I made my way up the long dirt road, almost falling on my face a couple of times because of these ridiculously high heels my friend asked me to lend me. I stopped in front of a huge white metal gate with a wolf's head engraved on the front, I pressed the buzzer and the screen lit up displaying a man in black. “Speak your name.” he grouched “ Good morning, my name is Reyda Harvey, I'm here for the interview.” “What's the password, it should be written on the back of your form

He whistled tunelessly while tapping the steering wheel, like we weren’t hauling a kidnapped werewolf in a tutu and fishnets across state lines in the next couple of hours. Ten minutes later, we pulled into a long-abandoned warehouse lot. The building was unmarked and weather-beaten, but it had one key feature: a private garage with a hidden studio apartment above it. Remote, off-grid, and reeking of damp cement — it was perfect for a layover.

Wright's cryptic file names and the surveillance camera I had found at home. Piece by piece, it felt like something much larger—and far more unsettling—was coming together. Some secret, hidden in plain sight, was waiting to be uncovered.

“Right. You’d be clocked the second a wolf got within arm’s reach.” “So?” “So,” he said, standing, “we see someone who makes the impossible look easy.” I didn’t ask who. Kael had never once led me into a trap. We rode off-trail until even game paths vanished. The light thinned to green gloom, the air growing old and heavy. When the shack appeared between the trees—slanted roof, moss-slung boards, a ribbon of smoke with no wood in sight—my skin prickled. “Kael,” I whispered, suddenly unsure. “Who—”

“That’s not your security.” “No,” Luca said. “It’s worse.” Amara reached the kitchen level and nearly tripped over Sofia, who was crouched near the pantry door, coughing into her sleeve. “Noah, where’s Noah?” Amara demanded. Sofia’s eyes watered from the gas. She pointed shakily toward the cold storage. “He… he hid when the alarm sounded… said it was a game.” Amara pushed past her, yanking open the heavy storage door.