Hidden Identity Novels & Stories

As if understanding the meaning of my gaze, he quickly pulled his hand back and apologized. I grabbed my bag from the table and walked towards the elevator. “I’ll call you.” “I will add you to a spectacular group. I’m sure you’ll like it,” I said. Automatically, I didn’t get into the elevator. “I like my privacy, Hugo.” “This group is very secret, and I’m the leader. Your identity will never be revealed. There are rules. You can find sleeping partners whenever you want there,” he said. “Okay. But if my identity is exposed, I’ll settle the score with you.”

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

What was Lina doing in her family’s circle? First Daniel… and now a coworker who was supposed to keep her secrets under wraps. It wouldn’t have been a problem if others knew that Sophia was a famous writer, but she preferred her identity to remain hidden. And Lina could just be friends with her two sisters without any ulterior motives. But if Lina had that much money to mingle with socialites in a circle like her sisters’, why would she work as an editor at a publishing house? That job wouldn’t be enough to afford the expensive designer bags and clothes she wore.

his boss replied calmly. "Oh, I see, Sir. But is this a secret, Sir?" Howard is confused. "Yes Howard, I want to have fun in my office. So please arrange it! Please keep it secret and please keep my name, all my identities changed!” Eldrian asked again. "Okay Sir," replied Howard having no choice.

"Hi. My name is Ethan Rivera, and I'm not here to tell you how to live. I'm here to tell you how I survived." The room quieted instantly. "When I was young, I thought there were only two kinds of love. The kind that was allowed, and the kind you had to hide. I learned to hide early. I became good at it. Smiling when I wanted to scream. At dating people I didn’t love. Pretending to be someone else just to make everyone else comfortable." His voice trembled but did not break.

The pride in their eyes every time they introduced him to relatives. Was it all just a performance? A game they played so well that not even for a second had he doubted his place in that family. Not for a second. “I deserved to know,” he whispered hoarsely, staring at the glass like it held answers. “I had a right to know who I was…” But the truth had been hidden. Sealed behind affection, behind years of memories and trust. Now, that truth had erupted like an unstoppable storm, sweeping everything away. He felt like a fool.

I said looking at him. "Well we couldn't Henry, the person doesn't exist" he said. I shut my eyes before exhaling. "All IDs have been traced?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, keep working on it" I said and he nodded. "Henry" he called as I stood up. "Be watchful, this might be a game of politics, you shouldn't be involved" he said and I chuckled. "Alright Mr Franklin" I said before heeding to the door. The car was waiting already so I got in immediately.

he says, voice like thunder cracking over a battlefield. And in that moment, I know: The world isn’t on the brink of disaster. We’re already falling. --- Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Hide and Seek, the first book of The Trios Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

"Are you really like that? Do you like to hide things about yourself?" He looked into my eyes for a long time. "Not really, I plan to reveal my other identity later when I marry you. Like I said before, I don't plan on hiding it forever, and the reason I'm hiding it is also none other than my status as the Meyers family." "Did they pressure you that much?" I looked worried, and he seemed to pick up on my concern.

Focused entirely on Damian. Waiting. Listening. The assistant placed a document on the desk. Then another. Then a third. Every record pointed toward the same individual. The same name. The same person. Interesting. Very interesting. Yet the identity shocked everyone. Not because they recognized the name. Because they did not. The individual had remained hidden behind layers of companies and intermediaries for decades. Invisible. Anonymous. Protected. Until now. Damian folded his hands together. His expression unusually serious. “The problem is not who this person was.”