Novel & Cerita Identity Unknown

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” “It’s ok; baby girl” Josephine says, putting her arms around her. “If you are going to hide a new identity; make sure you tell me next time.” “One secret identity was enough” Simone giggles as Vince and Tyrone come back into the office, holding a stack of three chairs each.

'What the? How did Nancy know about Chris's identity?' wondered Alex. He then looked at Mrs. Summers and asked, "You know Chris?" "Yes, he's Laura's husband. What's wrong?" Mrs. Summers' face was dark as well. Alex could tell that something wasn't right from Mrs. Summers' reply. When Alex asked Mrs. Summers about Chris, all she said was that he was Laura's husband and didn't even mention the name "Chris". It seemed that Chris had kept his identity a secret and all the others knew was that he was Laura's husband. They didn't know that he was the CEO of the Jacobs Group.

Not in this state. " You can't stay here." " So just... Take me with you..." She said, looking up at him. He was so beautiful. And his mint smell... He was... Simply breathtaking... Annabelle made a smile in corner. She did not recognize herself anymore... It was surely the effect of the drug... " Annabella..." " How do you know my name?" " The box on your uniform. Annabella Moreaud." The young woman looked at the small box on which was engraved her sister's name.

the deep unfamiliar voice met the walls of my eardrums. "Who is this?" I questioned, mortified by the unknown caller. "You don't need to know who I am" the caller said with so much confidence in his voice. "If you don't spill I'll make sure I track you and have you arrested" I threatened. Who the fuck is this? Who does he think he is? It's quite disturbing to have an unknown number call me and act like a boss over me. It cant be a fan or a lover of my work because my personal number is hidden from the public. No one has my personal number except my old friends and my family members.

“Even you don't know, how would I know? This person has never shown his face, nor do we have any information about his identity. All his orders are carried out by his subordinates.” He paused for a moment and continued speaking. “I heard that because he is so ugly, he often wears a mask to go out on missions. As for his identity, it is a mystery, but I guess, such a big figure must be someone from the big families in S city.” Bertha said nothing, her beautiful eyes were thoughtful, and she carefully thought about his words. The two of them talked as they walked to Saint's cell door. Allen ordered the police to open the lock.

Sabrina gave him a thumbs up. “We’ll do our best to make this as painless as possible,” Sally the anchor said. “Now, most of us have heard of the mysterious criminal known only as, ‘Ghost’. True crime junkies, internet chat rooms, YouTube channels, podcasts… some much time has been dedicated in trying to find out anything about him. Why do you suppose that is?”

“Does the guy at least know that we’re coming to see him?” Damian asked Gerald as they sat in the car on their way to see the investigator, whose name they had discovered was Matamoros. When Gerald didn’t respond, Damian’s eyes widened. “He doesn’t know? Gerald, all we know about this guy is that he’s an extremely mysterious dude who lives in the middle of nowhere with no records of him whatsoever in the system. What if he’s some sort of psycho?”

UNKNOWN: You shouldn’t blame yourself. I let out a sharp breath. That’s a dangerous thing to say to someone who already does. I type back before I can stop myself. ME: Who are you? The reply comes faster than it should. UNKNOWN: Someone who worked in Lab Sector C. Before they reassigned me. Lab. My jaw tightens. ME: Why are you contacting me? There’s a pause this time. Long enough for my pulse to spike. UNKNOWN: Because I watched her scream for hours while they called it progress. And because your father’s file was the only one I could get my hands on and it had your contact details

he said after a few seconds even know he knows fully well that the person isn’t me. “It was never me,” I replied. He nodded once, his expression tightening. “Who is it then?” “That’s the problem,” I said, taking the phone back and pausing the frame where the real face was visible. “I don’t recognize him.” Kingsley leaned in slightly, studying the image closely. “And the second guy?” he asked. “Same thing,” I replied. “Both unknown. No direct link to any pack, no known connection.” He let out a small breath, rubbing the back of his neck.