How Could I Possibly Be Inconspicuous Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was imperative to keep this escape discreet. Pulling up the collar of my jacket and tucking my long hair underneath, I obscured my appearance. With no makeup applied, I hoped I wouldn't resemble the stock photos that would undoubtedly accompany news of my demise. Perhaps that would work to my advantage, though luck had not been on my side thus far.

I scanned my surroundings, my heart thudding louder with each second. There was nowhere to hide it. Nowhere discreet enough to remove it and carry on unnoticed. I jogged down the street, my trainers hitting the pavement in a steady rhythm. The sound was almost soothing, the repetition giving my mind space to think. Then I saw it. A bench. The idea came suddenly, sharp and clear. I slowed, slipped the ring off my finger, and walked towards the bench as though stretching. Sitting down, I casually slid the ring into the hollow metal of the backrest, nudging it deeper with my fingertip. I placed a small stone over the opening, nothing obvious, nothing that would draw attention.

"He won't know I'm there. It's not my first time stalking someone." "You're not exactly–" he paused, choosing his words with visible care. "Say inconspicuous and I'll throw something at you." "I was going to say subtle." "Same thing." I headed for the door. "I'll be back in two days.” I didn’t wait for another word before I walked out. This better be a good lead. *** The city was cold and grey and completely ordinary in that way that made it easy to disappear into. I understood immediately why he'd picked it. It was not flashy. Not the kind of place anyone would go looking unless they had a specific reason to.

INVISIBLE UNTIL HIS EYES FOUND ME Elara’s POV The first rule of being invisible? Keep your head down… Do not make any noise. Do not dare make eye contact. And I’ve had years to perfect it. Even now, while crossing the courtyard of Moonridge Academy, I calmly kept my eyes fixed on the cracks in the stone beneath my boots. Everyone else here looked like they stepped off a movie screen.. either they were laughing too loudly, or they were happily glowing like they owned the sunlight.

But the truth was, she had no idea how quietly the world could turn against her. I picked up my phone again and scrolled through my contacts journalists, socialites, advisors, people who hung on every whisper. Subtlety was the key. Nothing direct. Nothing traceable. Everything had to feel organic, casual, like coincidence. A word here, a careful story there, and soon the right people would start asking questions without knowing why. “Madam,” I murmured to myself, “watch and learn.”

I could only pray and hope that I wouldn't lose my way in this vast company. To avoid drawing too much attention, I decided to clean the staircase, as I was unfamiliar with the layout of the place. While I toiled, a few individuals cast peculiar glances and whispered in hushed tones, but no one confronted me directly or obstructed my path. This compelled me to retreat to the stairs, where I knew I could avoid encountering anyone for a while.

Maxton’s POV I kept my head slightly lowered as I moved through the hallway, my steps measured, not too fast or too slow. The workers around me barely spared a glance in my direction, and that was exactly how I wanted it. Invisible. Unnecessary would do my course no good. I needed to be just another body passing through. Still, I kept my senses sharp. Every footstep behind me sounded like suspicion. Every glance felt like recognition. I resisted the urge to look over my shoulder too often, that would only signal that I had no place being here in the first place.

It made me invisible. I practiced walking without making the bed creak. I learned the way the hearth threw light and where the shadows lay deep enough to hide my shape. I catalogued doors that didn’t latch tight, hinges that hadn’t been oiled in years, the dark corner in the pantry where I could press myself flat and be breathing but not visible. Each small discovery was a notch on a map I carried in my head.

People rushed toward us from every angle. “Is she okay?” “Should we call for help?” “Miss, can you hear me?” Hands hovered near my shoulders, my arms, my face. Too many. Too close. Panic prickled under my skin, but I forced myself to stay still. I held my breath, keeping my chest from rising, letting my body go slack. Years of dodging trouble at the club had taught me this. How to disappear in plain sight. How to go limp without hurting myself. How to become nothing.

Fucking dick, like I don’t know that I need to fly under the radar here. I put the truck into gear and pulled back onto the road. Hopefully, things go smoothly for the remainder of the trip and the air continues to work. I am being monitored very closely, so I will have to be mindful of my movements. I probably won’t be getting laid, since my face looks like I have been hit by a brick. Goddess knows that it sure as hell feels that way. Walking the streets, showing Vanessa’s picture around, has to be the stupidest thing I have done yet. Humans don’t want to be bothered by other people’s problems, especially when a stranger approaches them seeking knowledge about others.