Identity Unknown Novels & Stories

Jones said. “I intentionally held back the photograph of this man. His name is Edith, that is all we know of him and sorry to say, he is a terrorist and he is going to be difficult to handle. He has traveled to different parts of the world and all with a fake Identity, so just maybe, just maybe his name isn't Edith.” Jones muttered as he looked at me. And I was already confused about everything going on. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the striking resemblance.

, he said. "I really appreciate all your efforts. So, what did you find?", Rita said. She was itching for information, anything at all that could help her unravel the mystery that seemed to be her life. "The message was sent from a burner phone that we traced from a pick'n'go shop downtown. The person who sold the phone her no idea who the buyer is", he said. "So that means, the identity of this person is still not known?", Rita asked. "I'm afraid yes but we're working on finding out who this person is", he said.

And he saw the book that the guy was reading earlier with a name handwritten below. “Joseff Uller Anderson Nieverro, hmm what a very nice name. Is it yours?” he asked without thinking and Joseff upon hearing his full name looks at the guy beside him wondering how the hell did that guy know his name. Well, even if he admits it or not he knows that he is quite popular in their school but being him, he did not mind it all.

There was only one person who had the nerves to get close to him, she is girlfriend and fuck mate, Charmaine Quin. “But Vera, have you forgotten already?” Lucia retracted her gaze from the direction of where Andrew was standing and turned to face Vera.“Even if Andrew fails to find out about it, Charmaine cannot be fooled by anyone. She won't spare you if she learns about this” Lucia seems very worried at this point.

Something in the back of my mind clicked; I seemed to remember some news about that, but I didn't pay much attention, especially because I didn't like to watch such news. "So, does it mean I'm safe from Jayden?" I asked her, relief in my voice. "For now, just like I said before, you can't hide the truth from Jayden for the rest of your life, especially from Jayden Andrada, who can mobilize the money to know everything," she threatened. She said, "For now, just as I told you before, you can't keep the truth from Jayden for the rest of your life, especially from Jayden Andrada, who can utilize his money to know everything, including your little secret."

He asked. Shaking my head, “yes. And the more time is wasted, more people are dying." "Apart from me, there's no other suspect?” I nodded, "it's hard considering how they're able to hide their smell. And they don't leave anything behind that could be useful.” "That's the point of being unidentified…not leaving clues." My head jerked to look at him, shooting glares at him. And his hands went up in surrender. He was the same thing as them except that he got caught.

He always did whenever he stepped out, even for a moment. But what I saw was not from him. A message from an unknown number blinked on my screen. My fingers stilled as I read it. “Do you want to know your husband’s true identity?” My forehead creased in confusion. “Identity?” I whispered the word under my breath, unsure what it was supposed to mean. It sounded ridiculous, almost like a prank. I was about to ignore it and put my phone down when another message came in. It appeared instantly, as if the sender knew I was reading.

Tired of pretending the holidays didn’t take every insecurity I owned and amplify it by ten. The worst part was that I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. Not really. Just that I needed space. Somewhere, I wasn’t being watched. Somewhere, I didn’t feel like a progress report. Somewhere I could exist without explanation. I reached for my phone again. I wasn’t planning anything dramatic. This wasn’t a breakdown. This was a browse. A harmless scroll. Completely reasonable behaviour. I opened a travel app. France appeared almost immediately, as if it had been waiting for me to admit something.

St‍i⁠ll there. Whoever i‌t‌‌ was, t‍hey weren’‍t backing off. They were wai‌ting. S‌tudy‍i⁠ng, and learning. Li‍am exhaled slowly. ‍ “Any identificati⁠on?” “Not yet. They’re careful‌⁠. Whoever it is know‍s⁠ ho‌w to stay invisible.‌” ⁠Careful mean‍t‍ dang⁠‌erous⁠.⁠