Identity Unknown Novels & Stories

Not control. Something far more dangerous. Identity.

"Damn! This is all too much to digest… what organization that created this Chaos Sequence… are they trying to be some kind of messiah?" "I'm pretty sure that they are not because if that was the case, then why would they be keeping it their identity anonymous? The technique is legally registered under a random user that has zero followers…nobody knows which organisation this user id belongs to." "I can't believe this… fuck this, i don't care… I'm gonna buy the technique right now. There is no way I'm letting this opportunity go! It's still available for purchase, right? Or was it a limited time deal?"

My phone buzzed in my bag, interrupting my thoughts and I fished it out. There was a message from an unknown number, it started with +374. My stomach twisted as I opened it. “Victoria Russo, do as I say if you don't want your identity to be exposed.” My hands tightened around the phone as a cold wave of panic washed over me. I was in deep shit.

Then she climbed onto her lap and said, “I love you more momma.” She buried her head in her chest. Sarah ran her hands through her daughter’s hair lovingly. The screen on the left lit up with a message, ‘You have a visitor, Mr. Zen. Identity unknown.’ ‘Identity Unknown’ there was only one person whose profile turned up results like this. Did that mean Mr. Roy was here already? He was about to tell the probot to let him in but then he halted. If Mr. Roy could delete his digital identity, others could too. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

**Unknown:** *How's the police station? Aiden. **Me:** *You're lying to the police. That's a crime.* **Unknown:** *Prove it.* **Unknown:** *Everything I showed them is real. Your number. Dad's number. The metadata checks out. Good luck convincing them otherwise.* **Me:** *Why are you doing this?* **Unknown:** *Because you both deserve to lose everything. Just like I did.* **Unknown:** *But don't worry. I'm not done yet.* The door opened. Jamie walked in, followed by Detective Chen and a male detective I hadn't seen before.

Alex said “I am not letting him go scot free, I just need more time before you remove his head from his body. I need more time. There are a lot of things I don’t know, a lot of things I should have known and I need to know the truth before he dies because the only person that knows the truth is him and the dead doesn’t speak!” he said

Melinda rolled her eyes at James before saying, "It's highly likely that you’re the only one who knows about my identity here. No one else does." "Is that so?" James swept his gaze around the place and realized that all the powerhouses in this area appeared confused. It was obvious that they had no idea what James was talking about and were unaware of Melinda's identity. "Haha. My bad. I apologize for exposing your identity." Melinda waved her hand with a look of indifference and asked, "My identity is a secret. Not many people know about it. Even several powerful Gods don't know about my existence. So, how do you know who I really am?"

Whoever this person was he had lied to me previously about his identity. Unknown: I know you read the message. What is wrong? Loneliness can be a disease. When you have no one to talk to, you talk to whoever offers you their time. In my case, it was the wrong caller. Me: You lied. I pouted, holding the phone tightly between my hands and watching him type. Unknown: About what? Me: You are not Jace. Unknown: Ahan. Me: So who are you? I wanted to know so that I can block whoever this person was. Or maybe it was an excuse to have something else to think about and divert my mind from mayor.

"Mom told me, I didn't know who he was only that his name is Jayden and not to cross any Jayden I meet in the future, she said and I quote 'e get why o' " "Your mom is a gangstress" Tokunbo laughed "There is a reason why his identity is kept hidden. The less people that knows the better. If one of the opposition decides to buy him out there is going to be a problem"

"Little rabbit, can you think of anything that might help us figure out what this guy would possibly want with you?" I look at her, waiting. "I don't know Dario. I can't think of anything he has said." "Okay, did you ever see anything? Did he always carry something with him? Were there conversations Dale had that might have something?" She looks at me like I'm crazy. "Little rabbit, we need something. He's nameless, no identity. Anything could fucking help!" Closing my eyes, I try to calm down. "Sorry." "Dario, it's fine, let me think." Nodding, I wrap my arms around her, and we sit silently. This guy has no identity; he isn't on any police system. He's been paying enough to hide.