Hides Identity Novels & Stories

“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.”

Jacob has come out of the room with a change of clothes in his hand. Noticing what was in his hand, he raised his eyebrow slightly and quietly reminded him, "Here's the thing." "The snacks and drinks in the refrigerator, as well as the things in this cabinet," Jacob said politely and slowly. "I hope you try not to touch it." Without raising his eyelids, Liam said leisurely, "You've got gold in this coke." "Not at all," Jacob laughed. "it's just my girlfriend's." This change of identity made Liam feel particularly uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

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.

"Why are you silent?" Anita looked at Anwar with a probing gaze. She was still curious about her husband's hidden identity. Moreover, Morgan had said at the time that he was forced to hide his identity because many people were after him. At first, Anita thought it was because her husband was selling illegal goods, but it turned out not to be. He hid his identity because he didn't want to be intimidated. "I don't know why you think that, Anita. Has someone been talking to you strangely?"

They brought me some soup and it smells good but I'm scared. Hamish's feeling increased even more. He had heard this voice before somewhere. And the woman's voice soothed his troubled mind. * What if they put drugs in the soup? I may be living my last moments in freedom or even alive...* She blurted out in a whisper. Hamish smiles despite the urgency of the young woman's situation... * You have to help me. I sent you information about them on your I*******m page and I managed to take a photo of them so if I disappear you will know where I am... Sorry... Sorry to bother you but I need of you.*

The call explodes in murmurs of agreement. “All right,” I say. “Once we’re back at the fallback location, we’ll send Alexander and Rowen to see Xander.” “What about the ones they were after?” Edward asks. He’s one of the alphas who helped round up the rogues and bring them to Texas. “Kayla, Christine, Esteban… and the ones from other species? Do we keep hiding them?” Brandon’s voice cuts in. “Audrey’s been in constant contact with the Supernatural Council. She’s damn good at it. Until we’ve cleared the Riding Hoods out of the States, all the other species have agreed to keep their key members hidden. We should do the same.”

without knowing his heart was thumping loudly. “Gotta hide this,” he said, grabbing the phone, before that, he decided to see if any woman called. To his relief, there was no missed call or messages. “Damn this,” he muttered, knowing full well, things were slowly getting complicated. He needed to stay clear or tell Shania about his other identity. ___

Her sharp blue eyes darted back and forth between the screen and a sheet of paper covered in cryptic notes. The members of Aiden's secret organization, codenamed "The Metaphor," were scattered across the globe, each one living a double life. One moment, they might be a high-ranking executive at a multinational corporation, and the next, they could be a deadly assassin, silently infiltrating a heavily guarded compound. Their identities were as tightly wound as the coils of a watch spring, ready to unleash their hidden talents when called upon.

Adler smiled, refusing to acknowledge him; his silence should tell Priest all he needed to know, that his mission was as important as finding Ruslan. If not even more important. Would there be bloodshed? Maybe. Whose? *** AUTHOR'S POV. Men wanting their identity hidden was as ordinary in Lucid's as a girl getting groped or pissed off wives raging at the entrance for their husbands. Usually, it was a baseball cap, a scarf tied around their nose, or even sunglasses, with their eyes lowered to the floor to escape recognition from other attendees. But Tamara knew this man at the back of the bar wasn't doing an excellent job if he wanted to hide his identity.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go