Hides Identity Novels & Stories

They hurled accusations of being fake and greedy, and before long, their quarrel erupted into a chaotic struggle that was almost comical to witness. As their bickering raged on, Dad finally stepped in. "Enough. This ends here. The police will handle the rest." … In the following weeks, Liam faced full legal consequences. Not only was he charged with fraud for stealing my identity, but he was also convicted for forging documents and illegally appropriating property. His sentence was unavoidable. He reached out to old acquaintances for help, but every one of them refused. Even those who had once claimed to be close friends kept their distance, afraid of being implicated in his downfall.

"Someone Julian knows?" "No." The answer was brief and firm. "Someone who wants to help you. That's all I can say." I wanted to push harder and demand answers. But honestly, I was too exhausted to care. If someone wanted to help me disappear, I'd take it. One of the tech specialists leaned forward. "The identity erasure process is complex. We'll be removing you from all public records, social media databases, credit histories. Your social security number will be retired and a new one issued. For all intents and purposes, Evelyn Hart will cease to exist."

“But she probably hates me now as Sam Hartman, at least. If she knew the truth—” “Then don’t tell her,” Richard interrupted firmly. “If you want her, win her as Sam Stone. Not as Hartman. The truth can wait. Right now, just… be the man she already trusts.” Sam hesitated, then nodded. “You’re right. I’ll go see her.” He reached for his car keys, but Richard snatched them away. “No.” He tossed Sam a few bills instead. “Take a cab. If you show up in a fancy car, your cover is gone. Let her see you for the man you are, not the money you have.”

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.

"It still smells fresh, Alpha." The man identified as Alpha nodded his head and patted his men on the shoulder, walked away, and gave his order. "Now go back, Stan, and inform the others that there will be no ball to take place. Bring the boys with you, and compensate the guests for the inconvenience however they like." Stan was disconcerted and lost his words. He panicked upon noticing the retreating silhouette of his Alpha, who soon disappeared from his sight. Stan called out to him, "But Alpha Heroux! Sire!"

“Evidence is the problem. We don’t have it. Because you moved the witness. Because you sealed the bunker. Because you’re acting like there’s something to hide.” The pouch under my jacket felt heavier. So did the burner message waiting in my pocket like a countdown. Silas lowered his voice just enough to sound reasonable. “If there’s nothing to hide, bring her out. Let council verify the claim. Let the pack see your control.” “No,” I said. His brows lifted. “Then you admit you can’t.” My wolf snapped up inside me, furious at the implication. I kept my face empty. “You want to see her,” I said. “You want to put your scent on her and call it concern and then use her like a pawn.”

He said walking a step closer, his arms outstretched. “Revealing yourself? Fuck they're still so many things you haven't told me Zane! Oh maybe like why you hud your identity? Or why you fucking disappeared!” I yelled. “You may not want to hear it, but some things are hidden for your own good” He said staring at me deeply. “Okay, let's forget your disappearance for a second. Zane all the years we knew each other, you never revealed your identity.” I whispered softly. He had never lied about his identity, but he knew I misunderstood it and had just remained silent.

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?"

We walk hand in hand back to the pack house, spending the next few hours making sure everything is stable. “Maximus,” I whisper, signaling him to step outside. He excuses himself from his men and follows me out. “What’s the matter? Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks, concern etched in his voice. “I just wanted to tell you… I want to keep my real identity hidden,” I say firmly. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone my story. And promise me you’ll never call me Hyera.” His brows furrow in confusion. “I understand you don’t want anyone to know who you truly are, but the name—”

Andrius smiled without saying a word. He pointed outside, signaling Halle to keep walking. Halle did not linger either. Along the way, she asked, “Andrius, why did you hide your identity?” Andrius said, “A person has many identities. You can be your parent’s child, but also the boss of a big company. When you drive, you still can get a ticket if you break the law. “I am just a normal man after I left the army. There’s nothing to hide. Besides, I never really try to hide my identity. I have been telling the truth all along, but none of you believe me.”