Hideaway の小説・ストーリー

A scarf,fine, pale wool rested over her lap. “This shawl is pure pashmina,” the woman continued, her voice dripping with disdain. “If it gets damaged, your entire staff couldn’t afford to replace it. Don’t just stand there. You may leave.” “Yes, ma’am,” the hostess murmured, cheeks flushed. The name printed on the passenger manifest was Diana Westwood,renowned jewelry magnate, society icon, and, judging by her tone, someone used to the world bending to her will. “Goodness. Useless girl,” she muttered under her breath.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

But then there was silence. I saw a big tree not far away from me, so I crawled over there with my meager belongings and hid behind it. My leg started to bleed really fast and that was when I saw that the gash was immensely deep and the pain I felt started to be real. I could not see much but I could make out the blood that was already all over the floor. Shit. The. I heard voices. They were near and they were talking. “Why would she be the only person not around now? And why is the alpha king making this mandatory?” One said. I clutched my hands to my chest in fear of being caught.

If anyone wanted to hide something…If anyone wanted to hurt someone without ever being caught… If anyone wanted to disappear completely… They’d go to the Hollow Mountain.

Between me and every creature in that packhouse that looked at me like I was meat with a pulse. If something had happened to him because I told him to let them take me, I was going to lose my mind. “No,” I whispered, wiping my face again. “Absolutely not. We are not doing tragic feelings in captivity.” I stood and went back to work. Phone useless. Door locked. Window barred. No tools. Food suspicious. Bond blocked. Blocked. That word stuck. I crouched near the baseboards. The last cabin had hidden a ward stone close to the floor. Gage had thought keeping me off-grid was protection. Whoever had built this room had taken the same idea and made it meaner.

“We need to hide.” “Where…?” His voice slurred, soft, lost. “Anywhere they won’t think to check.” Downhill lay an industrial zone—dark warehouses, silent streets, a maze of hiding places. I guided Adrian down the slope, muscles burning, lungs screaming. But fear kept me moving. At last, a row of abandoned storage units came into view. Rusted doors. Broken locks. Perfect. I pushed one open and pulled Adrian inside. The storage space was cold, dark, empty except for a few wooden crates.

~Theo~ The car pulled up at the first ever property that I single-handedly funded myself. The Castillo Hideaway. I’d been a little younger when I named it, and I kinda regret the way the name sounds to me now. The hideous name, however, didn’t change the nature of the place. A large expanse of land which has a natural balance between modernity and nature, making it a perfect mix for both werewolves and humans. I watched with satisfaction as Storme’s eyes lit up. Her hands came up and covered her mouth as she turned 360 degrees.

And that was how they were able to drive back to the hideout. The hideout, located in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, was a perfect haven for his gang's operations. The exterior was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, giving no hint of the sophisticated setup inside. The interior was a stark contrast: modern, well-lit, and equipped with the latest technology. Surveillance monitors lined one wall, showing live feeds from various locations. There were several rooms, each serving a different purpose – a planning room, an armory, and a makeshift medical bay.