Hidden Identity Novels & Stories

I needed some confirmation to catch up with all those intel. “Yes. There were only 4 people who knew about it… One of them is dead. Now, I should rather say, there are 4 living people who knows,” he snorted. Suddenly, I felt strangely burdened. I entered to another secret circle, and now my knowledge could even lead to someone's death. I was unimaginably grateful for his trust, but somehow the air in my room became much harder to breathe. “So… you basically lived for fourteen years hiding your identity from your enemies…?” I tried summarizing all of it.

In order to stabilize all forces and balance the development of star pavilion's business, the leaders and elders had always maintained a mysterious identity. Since Fremingo took over the post, only a few of her friends who had signed the life and death agreement knew his identity. So it was not a good thing to know her identity. Wenchil Vermon pushed up his glasses and said, "now that we have hidden it, we can only keep it as a secret until we find a suitable opportunity." Fremingo continued to drink in a low spirit. That was the only thing she could do now. In a private room on the two floor.

I turned to him with a sharp look, "What… what are you talking about?" Eric simply leaned against a tree, watching me with a gentle smile, "You and I know what I'm talking about, your real identity is something you can hide forever, being away from what you're and who you're," flipping his mobile, he said in a casual tone, "Well, don't panic, just relax, I'll not tell anyone unless you want to reveal it, I don't even know why you're hiding it, so I won't meddle." I clenched my fists, trying to keep my breathing steady. "How… how did you figure it out?"

“And because if I die here, my pack blames you.” Adam held his stare. “Yes.” Silence. The monitors beeped steadily now, numbers settling as the tension shifted from confrontation to calculation. Decker’s voice was low. “You keep my identity hidden.” Adam didn’t answer immediately. Lotty did. “Yes. You’re listed as an unknown patient. Only a handful of people know.” Decker’s eyes flicked to her. “Good.” Adam’s gaze sharpened. “You’re not afraid your pack will come looking.”

He was silent for a moment, studying my eyes through my mask. “Your eyes are a different color now.” “No. They’re not.” “They are,” he said, his frown deepening. “You’re wearing colored contact lenses, aren’t you? Are you that afraid of your identity being discovered that you would go to such lengths to hide yourself?” I sighed, shaking my head. “You don’t understand,” I said, pressing further back against the wall. “I’m hiding for a reason. There’s more to this than you realize.” “I want to understand,” Matt replied. “I want to so badly, Mystery Girl. But you’re an enigma. If you would just tell me… Just take off your mask for a moment…”

I COULD SEE FUTURES WHERE HARM DISAPPEARED WITHOUT IDENTITY SELECTION. “And?” I COULD NOT SEE WHERE IT WENT. Root said: “Because the reservoir was predictively private.” The hidden Elena looked at her. “Yes.” Everyone froze. Current Elena frowned. “You learned that too?” “Eventually.” “From the Unobserved?” “No.” “Then how?” The woman looked at May. “From being hunted by her.” Silence. May’s screen flickered. The hidden Elena continued: “If someone can select futures to prevent you from existing…” “…you learn to hide the futures where you exist.”

“It is alright.” He led me into one of the small rooms, and we lay down on the bed with my head resting on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothed me. “Where is this place?” I asked. “It was my hiding place when I was younger,” he replied softly. “My mother gave it to me.” I lifted my head slightly. “You used to hide?” “I was not always this strong,” he admitted. “When the pressure of becoming Alpha felt too heavy, I came here. It reminded me that I was still human beneath the title.”

He's been having that haunch that someone had entered their hideout the other time and he's been on watch ever since. Joel slowly hide himself beside the wardrobe as he knew making too much noise would expose his presence. Celeb on the hand was confused as to why the place was empty when he had obviously seen someone here. Is the person also a gang member? Maybe he had gone through the secret entrance. And so with that Celeb walked towards the wardrobe. Joel tried as much as he could not to move. One move would expose him for sure, he also tried to breathe quietly since the place was silent and any little noise could be heard.

I never wanted her to find out. My second identity was hidden for a reason. My family didn't even know about it. No one knew about it. And it had been that way for years. But after what happened today, I realized I couldn't hide it from Claire. She would have questions, questions I couldn't ignore. She would grow suspicious. So here I was, about to spill my entire secret to her. "You're a mafia boss?" She asked unbelievably. Her eyes traveled down my form to my shoes and back to my face.

There have been many contracts on him, I’m sure, but with him being practically invisible, the contracts were never available to accept. So why now? It was unheard of to see the Don and his upper leadership even before Urk took over. When you pay people to turn their heads and look the other way, you are able to hide your business dealings successfully. If they did spot Urk, then they would get eliminated. After all, dead people don’t talk. That is why no one knows my identity. Mainly because I keep my face covered so no one can identify me, but also because anyone who may have seen my face never lives long enough to share my secret. For all anyone knows, I am a dude.