Hides Identity Novels & Stories

He was wearing a pink bathrobe that contrasted his tanned skin. Hayden smiled beautifully as he looked into Zenos' eyes. “Do you know who I am?” Zenos looked at Hayden silently in amusement, wondering what he was getting at. “I'm the son of…” Hayden suddenly stopped. His identity has landed him in trouble many times. Isn't he baiting himself by revealing his identity to this person? What if Zenos kidnapped him and used him to threaten his father? Or what if he uses his identity to force him to stay, threatening him that he'll reveal him to the media if he doesn't cooperate? No. No. He has to keep it a secret, his shoulder fell, and he huffed in anger when he rethought about it.

But after leaving with a pack of wolves and fighting for my life for months, secrecy and privacy became a necessity, a significant part of my family. I didn’t want to live in the big city, so I packed at a small town that I’d never heard of and still couldn’t remember its name. The good thing about small towns, everyone knew everyone and strangers would stick out like raw thumbs. I hadn’t unpacked the one bag I had lest I needed to make a quick getaway. My plan was to keep to myself. I wasn’t going to be chummy with the locals but I also wasn’t going to be conspicuous and be easily singled out.

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.

We couldn’t afford even one slip-up. Silas looked around the table, his gaze lingering on each of us as if he was measuring how far we were willing to go. “When the time is right, I’ll help you hide your identity,” he continued. “No one can know who you really are, especially not the army. If they suspect anything, it could all fall apart.” This was serious, and the risks were high. But I could see the seriousness in Silas’s eyes, the way he was willing to put everything on the line for the chance to change things.

she said. Erica stood up pacing her room slowly "if my mother truly suffered a mental illness, why would my father deny her medical treatments? He is too kind to be that heartless but all the same, I can't understand how a mentally ill mother can be kind to one child and cruel to the other, none of this makes sense to me, what are they hiding?" She sighed nodding her head. "Someone is definitely lying, they are hiding something from me but how am I supposed to find out when I am left in the dark?"

I said. "Someone who existed under a different identity and chose to step out of it." She turned another page. "These people are usually protecting something. From public attention, from legal exposure, from personal history they need to manage carefully. They build a secondary identity not from nothing but from deliberate subtraction. They know exactly what to remove and what to leave visible." She paused. "The removal requires resources. Sophistication. Access to systems and processes that ordinary people cannot reach."

I told him, looking around nervously. We were silent for a minute. All I could hear was our hearts beating across the living room. “What if we change our identity?” “What?” I shot him a suspicious look. He glared, signaling me to listen. I shut my mouth and nodded. “If we change our looks, names, and the way we dress, no one will know us. We’ll be invisible to everyone else. We just need to move to another city, like we vanished.”

They failed to figure anything out. Fane caught onto the look of disappointment on everyone's faces, and he was completely at ease! Sure enough, the others got the same results as he did. No matter what, no one was able to pierce through the green light with their senses. It was a natural barrier that was perfect for Fane. At that moment, Fane wanted his identity to remain hidden. Even though it would not cause too much trouble if it was exposed, Fane still wanted it to be hidden. He was waiting for the right moment.

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’m sorry I didn’t.” “It’s ok; baby girl” Josephine says, putting her arms around her. “If you are going to hide a new identity; make sure you tell me next time.” “One secret identity was enough” Simone giggles as Vince and Tyrone come back into the office, holding a stack of three chairs each.