Identidad Oculta Novels & Stories

"Did none of you get hurt?!" "Nothing." Frederico's jaws tightened and he couldn't help but grab his laptop. He spilled news about Narco-Generals and a few businessmen who are illegally related to drugs and other dirty businesses. Frederico used anonymous in order to hide his identity.

Justin nodded and replied “It’s pretty much as we feared. Serena could never win mother of the year. The whole time he’s been watching her she’s spent getting high, being high, or getting drunk. The problem here gentlemen is that there is no way that Stacia contained this situation on her own. There has, to be someone she trusted to keep her secret. Because this woman still continues to receive money to support her habits and Stacia’s been dead for two years.” It was Nicolas the youngest Denae who said “Follow the money. It will lead back to something or someone.” Justin nodded and sighed as he said, “We already thought of that angle and looked into it, the problem is, the money led right b

Dad kept her a secret for a very long time until they thought the idea of contact lenses with a different color from her eye color would hide her perfectly. Even after that, Dad only allowed her to interact with a few high-ranking wolves. That was why she was given the alias 'The Hidden Luna'. According to Dad's account, at Mum's Luna rites, her face was covered all through with a thin veil, so only the silhouette of her face was seen. I wasn't surprised when we entered the hospital that no one seemed to recognize her as they greeted us. We went straight to the office of the doctor in charge of April's case. We knocked and he asked us to come in. He got up immediately and saw that we were ba

The moment she hit enter, a hidden address flashed onto her screen: “The Underpass, Old Dock Road, Sector 9.” Her breath caught. She knew that place. It was half-abandoned, buried in the industrial district far from the main city, a place no one would look twice at. A chill swept through her. Her throat went dry. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Whoever this man was, he knew her past. And now, he was pulling her straight into its shadows. She folded the paper again, tighter this time, and stuffed it back into her pocket like it burned her fingers. Her pulse pounded in her ears.

“Oh there’s still a lot you don’t know.” I leaned in, brow furrowing in curiosity. “Like what?” He studied me for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t know. Just saying—if a man can hide his identity, pretend to be his twin brother for five years, and even marry someone in his name… he’s probably hiding a lot more.” ——— Flashback Ends ———

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.

In the shadows of the underground hideout, the wheels of their grand scheme continued to turn, bringing them one step closer to their ultimate goal. Isolde, shrouded in the secrecy of her clandestine meeting, had no inkling that she was being observed. In the dark recesses of the underground hideout, where the air was thick with conspiratorial whispers, a pair of young eyes followed her every move. Felicity, a teenage witch with a penchant for eavesdropping, had been lurking in the shadows, her curiosity piqued.

I promise him I would never let anyone see it though I didn’t ask him why to know the reason at least. So I came up with a few hypotheses, that I might disappear and turn to sand or whatever if someone did see it. Or I might get recognized, that I was cursed. And someone that should have been killed. There had been a lot more that I had come up with, that I don’t even want to talk about.

"He's been hidden!" She said out loud. "What?" I asked. Not sure what the hell she's talking about. Her eyes moved back to Finn. "He's not what we think, I don't even think he's aware of what he is." She said still looking at Finn. I slowly move my eyes from hers and look down at our sleeping little mate in my arms. "There's a strong spell on him, somebody is trying to protect him and hide his identity.... He's a hybrid and an omega."

Rylin's POV Amy and I walked into her Rouge house. The place was fascinating, pictures of rouges down every hall, pictures of the Alphas and pack names on certain halls. They still identified with their packs even the ones who had been tossed. Then they're was the one hall that stood out the most 'Hidden' is what it said. We turned down that hall and it was pictures of rouge Alpha and Betas starting back from centuries all the way until it led to Davina and Amy's pictures. This place was beautiful, a story on every corner. Something they all can be proud of. If only it was so easy for others. She made this a home for them.