Hidden Person Novels & Stories

She held my gaze for a moment. "I am a tracker," she said. "I know how to find people who do not want to be found. Hidden communities, concealed locations, people who have been moving to stay invisible for years." A pause. "If there are two to three hundred people out there, someone is going to have to find the ones who have not yet found their way to a known community." I looked at her. "Is that a yes?" I said. "It is an observation," she said. "That happens to be a yes."

“They’ve gone completely underground. No credit card activity. No flagged surveillance. Not even a burner phone ping.” “They're ghosts,” Clara murmured, not looking up from her blank page. Kevin leaned back in his chair, the old wood creaking beneath his weight. He stared at her for a moment before responding. “Not ghosts. Just dangerous people who know how to disappear.” The truth of it hung between them. She nodded faintly, letting the silence stretch.

"Thanks for not telling them I was here. I'm Gea." The girl introduced herself impolitely and David just nodded his head because there was no way he would reveal his identity to the girl he just met. He repeatedly reminded himself to be more careful and not to repeat the same mistakes he had made before. So this time he was just silent and did not reply to the young girl's words. "Who are you?" asked Gea who waited for a while but still didn't get a reply from the young man.

Another giveaway that she was not human. I spent the rest of the day looking for clues I might have missed about her nature. She used to have these diaries. Girls always wrote everything in those things. I searched through her old room for any. Sure, it would be invading her privacy, but it was the only way to learn all she hid from me. Despite my efforts, there was nothing here. All that was in that damn suitcase were clothes and shoes. Most of all, she moved out of her apartment and I didn't know where she moved to.

The other, the one clutched tightly in her arms, was Josef’s personal prototype: the 001 of the twenty-two limited pieces. If Julian saw it… the connection between her and Josef would be impossible to explain. She’d promised Josef to keep their relationship quiet for now, so she instinctively shielded it. Julian noticed. He glanced once at the box she hid, then at the pink leather watch on display—assuming the hidden box must contain the men’s pair to match it. He didn’t question it. No need. He simply closed the gemstone watch’s box again, set it on the counter, and pushed it gently toward her.

"He can't even compare to my father!" Seeing his painful expression, I quickly changed the subject. "I didn't expect it to be like this. Mia can be considered outstanding in the way she concealed herself, just as a negative example!" Sure enough, my words diverted Atlas's attention. He looked at me and said, "No, it's not Mia who's concealed, but the person behind her!" "Who is it?" I was eager to know the answer to this mystery. "This person is actually hidden, and for now, we can't identify them," Archie said.

A woman who referenced her own invisibility without embarrassment was a woman who had already decided it was an asset rather than a liability. "I've been hoping for an opportunity to speak with someone at Caldwell about the municipal development pipeline," he said. Smoothly. Directly. He was not a man who wasted time on approach. "I know that too," I said. A beat. "Richard has been — unavailable." "Richard has been selective," I said. "There's a difference." I let that land. Then: "I'm not Richard." Fitch looked at me steadily. "No," he said. "You're clearly not."

Our search led us down a dark and treacherous path, revealing a secret society operating in the shadows, manipulating the lives of unsuspecting individuals for their own sinister purposes. As we dug deeper, we discovered that the enigmatic figure haunting me was none other than a key member of this clandestine organization. Their motives remained shrouded in mystery, but their actions spoke volumes. It became clear that I had become a pawn in their twisted game, a target to be manipulated and destroyed.

Alex felt a coincidence in his statement so like Mike, they both look towards each other more than him. Alex release a deep breath and calmed his excitement. He doesn’t want to rush behind the news told by Mark Taylor. He will definitely confirm where Mark Taylor is lying or saying the truth in his style. “Ok, then tell me the name of an eighth hidden person.” Alex said, giving a sharp glare to Mark Taylor. Mark’s body trembled in fear. He doesn’t have the answer to Alex’s question. Mark Taylor started looking here and there, avoiding eye contact. Alex knocked on the table to grab his attention and raised his eyebrows.

I had so many questions in my mind, but that person was so suspicious that I couldn’t just ignore it. I knew everyone living in the Leidea residence... it was that nerd, her father, and their workers. This suspicious person seemed petite despite the outfit. They were also wearing black boots. Was that person… a girl? But how would I know, when everything about them was hidden? I then realized we had reached near the border when the person I was following suddenly disappeared. Damn it! Despite the darkness of the surroundings, my senses are strong—I should’ve been able to detect a person. How the hell did that one disappear under my watch?