Identity Unknown Novels & Stories

Because if they were,then Avery would be an obstacle to her. He chuckled, staring at the pictures again. Why would someone post this about him and say mystery woman. Whoever had taken the shots knew who he was last night, especially after the scenes that Avery and her sister In-laws had caused last night. So why did they hide her identity. “Who took it?” His voice was sharp, controlled rage simmering beneath the surface. He was angry, not at the pictures, but at the fact that he had not been aware of it’s existence until now.

But if it's not them, who could it be? “Doctor, you understand I can't rest easy knowing some anonymous paid a hefty sum of money without my knowledge. I think this is scary if you ask me.” "I understand. But sadly, this anonymous person didn't leave us anything that we could trace him with," the doctor replied. "Not even a phone number, work card, anything at all?" When I asked this, the doctor paused. From my observation, there could be something he's not saying. “Though he didn't disclose his identity, I believe I have a work card.” The doctor said, and immediately rummaged through his files on his desk.

A new message came through. UNKNOWN: A Good Samaritan just looking out for you. I frowned. Good Samaritan? That was the oldest trick in the book. If they were really looking out for me, why hide their identity? I knew how this went. First, they’d pretend to help. Then they’d ask for something—money, favors, something worse. Or maybe they had something on me. A threat. A warning. Before I could type a response, another message popped up. UNKNOWN: And don’t worry, I have your best interest at heart. I’m just looking out for you.

But one name had begun to dominate every forum, every leaderboard, every rumor thread. NULLWRAITH. A seasonal player. With no face. No history, and no trace. Jeff Sandler had spent months trying to uncover the identity behind that username—and had failed every single time. Now, a second unknown player has surfaced. And according to online analysts, both usernames might belong to the same person. Jeff straightened. “Find them,” he ordered. “Whoever they are—man or woman—I want them found.” His gaze swept across the room. “Use every resource we have. Dig through voice data, play patterns, financial trails—everything.”

The call is picked up at once. "Hello," a deep, masculine voice cuts through the speaker. "Hello," I reply. I skip the introduction, keeping my identity vague, as the other person's identity is also anonymous, except for their trade name, "Ghost," and their reputation as one of the best for extracting information about anyone or anything. "Am I speaking with 'Ghost'?" I ask. "You are," the man confirms.

Always forgotten afterward. The kind of person nobody noticed. The kind of person capable of hiding in plain sight. Marco finally presented the findings during a late-night briefing. The room became silent as image after image appeared. Different locations. Different years. Different events. The same man. Again. And again. And again. Roman’s expression hardened. “Who is he?” Marco looked frustrated. “That’s the problem.” Nobody knew. No name. No records. No clear identity. The man existed like a ghost. Appearing briefly.

Me: Who are you and how did you get my number I got an instant reply. Unknown: My identity is not important. How I got your number is also not important. Are you interested in knowing what it Is? What is it that he can possibly know about me? I thought to myself before texting my reply. Me: What is it? Unknown: I'll only give out the information on two conditions. If he's going to make demands then I don't think I want to know. I mean, what could be so important? I asked myself, frowning.

I looked at him incredulously. "Why are you saying this? Can you stop hiding things from me? I'm not a child!" "I haven't hidden anything from you." He reached out, wrapping his arm around me. "They've caught the person, but it was an online transaction, and the identity of the other party is unknown." "Unknown identity?" I questioned. Atlas assured me, "But it's not Liora." "She's ruled out!" "Yes! She wouldn't be able to find such a person so quickly," Atlas said confidently, "There must be someone else involved."

One name. Unknown Number: You can’t hide forever.

This time the question was directed to Dennis who nodded and stepped forward "The owner is unknown…I had my men investigate this… but nothing, even his employees are clueless about his identity," Dennis said and Ricardo's grip on the file tightened. Something was not right.