Novel & Cerita Hides Identity

I slip on the nose mask, covering my mouth, nose, and cheeks, which is basically hiding most part of my face. We get down from the car, and enter the warehouse, ignoring stares and not engaging into any conversation. We try to be as normal as possible, in order not to get caught. When we reach the wide open space where Ryan is placed on a bed, tubes connecting to his arms, I finally break down, a sob wrecking through me. "We have to put a stop to this. Brent can't continue to do this, and the best way is to confront him" Helena says, when we reach Ryan. He looks so weak.

Antonio said. “For your information, this is not the appropriate time to discuss anything with you. My true identity is hidden, and for a good reason. And that reason is best known to me. I know why I kept it that way, so you have no right to question me whatsoever about why I hid it. You are banned from that question,” Shadow replied.

Something lodges in my throat, my heart maybe, and no matter how hard I swallow it won't go down. Vincent waits for an answer, his head tilted to the side, his fingertips drumming into the table. I resist the urge to bite my fingers. I don't want this to get out is a severe understatement. Hiding my second identity for a decade was fully intentional. Difficult as hiding a lamp in darkness, but I did it. And now this man threatens to ruin it all. If words gets out that I'm Thorne…I'm fucked. Fucked in every sense of the word. I'd never show my face in public. I'll lose everything…I have nothing but I'll still fucking lose it all.

Hearing a long sigh on the other end of the phone, I knew he was thinking about what I had said. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Ready if you want to come along," Mark said, and I looked at my friends before nodding. I said, "He'll be here in a few minutes, I..." then I stopped. How can I join them? Alexis has a reason for hiding her identity from me. She does it to avoid being exposed. She doesn't want anyone to know that she is an outsider who rejected her partner, because people like that are usually hated. But my case, on the other hand, is different.

He looked up but scoffed as soon as he saw me. "I said you aren't attending that school." I ignored him as I sat at the diner, stuffing the bread in my mouth. He doesn't know I won't listen to him. "When you're ready to tell me what you're hiding, I'll be waiting" I stood up checking my phone. Should I open the group? No, I archived the messages, I shouldn't do that. I'll just feel down and I'll lose courage. "It's for your sake Camila" he mumbled and I walked to him.

"Or what? Your imaginary important friends will come save you?" "They're about to find out exactly who we are," Zoe purred with satisfaction. "This is going to be entertaining." I met her eyes steadily, letting just a hint of my power show through. "Do you know who owns those motorcycles?" Suddenly, a shout came from one of the students by the window. "Look! Outside!" The entire room rushed to the windows, drawn by the commotion. A fleet of black SUVs rolled into the hotel driveway in perfect formation. Each vehicle bore the unmistakable emblem of the Eastern Alpha King on their hoods - a crimson wolf head with golden eyes, the most feared symbol in all werewolf territories.

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."

He paused. "And the reason the identity stays hidden is because money at a certain level becomes invisible. Nobody looks for what they don't know exists." I stared at him. "You have a yacht you haven't used in two years." "That's the only thing you heard in all of this." He smiled widely. "So you rather follow me around pretending to be your own cousin." "Among other things." I laughed, and he laughed too, and for a moment the penthouse felt warmer than its square footage had any right to.

Kyle is going to introduce you to the people! "But..." the tone of the man's voice suddenly changed. Her face is questioning, waiting for him to add anything. "No one will know your identity. We will not remove the mask. We will just let them know that we have already known you personally but we will tell the people that we will not disclose your identity because you want it hidden." "It's okay for me to let them know, Kyle."

I take a deep breath. This is one reason why I’ve been hiding my identity while I’ve been here. If I could have a crystal ball and know what is going to happen, I would seize the opportunity. It won’t fix anything but give me an advantage on how to resolve things. Regardless, I still love and care for everyone here. The last thing I want is for them to be upset or angry at anything I do. Lance kisses the top of my head before taking a seat beside me. “We can’t go back and keep your identity hidden now. The cat is out of the bag. We need to deal with the consequences.”