Identity Unknown Novels & Stories

one of the girls said. “So, you can talk to the girls among us. But if you feel more comfortable conversing with males, then you can speak with the boys,” The second boy spoke. “If you'd rather speak to someone more mature, you can speak to the young adult,” The second girl concluded. “We are all THE UNKNOWN,” the young adult male said. “Wow, THE UNKNOWN is a lot smarter than I thought. I bet he's not here at all; these are just fakes, and the appearance of these five people is well justified, as he does not want his real identity compromised.

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As I sit down I hear the sound of approaching motorbikes, I turn and watch as the same guys and bikes pass the bus, once I can't see them anymore I open my laptop and do something I have never done before I open the downloaded file from earlier. I am offline so they can't trace me. I go through the photos. There's a group photo of three guys and a girl, but then there is another taken more recently where they seem to be joined by a fourth guy. I look at the individual photos and the file of information that goes with each one, NAME: UNKNOWN SPECIES: VAMPIRE LOCATION: ALWAYS ON THE MOVE - WE ARE TRACKING AGE: THIRTY-EIGHT APPROXIMATELY RELATIONSHIPS: UNKNOWN

That would be silly. In order to get hired by T.H.E.M., you first have to get on their radar. Kill five people without being identified or caught, and you’ve got T.H.E.M.’s attention, even if they don’t know exactly who you are yet. This earns you the label of a Recognized but Unidentified Serial Killer (R.U.S.K.), meaning T.H.E.M. has identified your killings are the work of one person, they just don’t know who you are. Kill ten people without getting caught, and T.H.E.M. will try to recruit you—obviously they’ll have to have identified you before they can recruit you, but T.H.E.M. is very good at identifying serial killers, so if you kill more than ten people without getting identified by

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.

Alessandro continued, “For many years, the identity of CDP’s leader has been unknown. Well, not anymore. I am here to reveal the identity of the person behind CDP.” The room was pregnant with silence and expectation. “The name of this person is…”

Instead, he typed the name. ASTON CLARA. Search parameter: global registry. Results returned in less than three seconds. Zero. He narrowed his eyes. Refined search. Birth records. Zero. Expanded search. International. Zero. Corporate filings. Zero directorship records under the name. Zero tax IDs. Zero educational records. Zero legal licenses. Nothing. He leaned back slowly. That was not uncommon for shell identities. But what was uncommon was the consistency. No abandoned social media. No outdated archived website. No alumni mention.

“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.

And then, he returned to chat with a group of his friends. There was no recognition at all, much less an acceptance that she is his mate. She couldn’t understand it and it took all of her control to keep her distance from him and not call him as her mate. And she has kept this a secret to everyone. No one else knows. Not even her mother. Or her best friend. She did ask about it, to a few mentors during their training, but their answers were all the same. It’s not possible, they said. Because it was how it’s been from the very beginning, both mates would feel the bond that binds them together. When she insisted her question, they said they never heard of such a situation. Where only one feels

knife yes, that’s what he will use he also looks like a killer who would slit throats, see take a closer look at him he does look like a serial killer to me at least and I don’t want to die out of loss of blood. Hmmm…. I wonder what the newspaper post about me dead. Did I carry my Id with me? No, I did not damn how can I be so irresponsible how will the police identify my body whom will they contact. Will they contact Amber yes, she is the only alive relative and will she bother to identify me? Nah… I don’t think so she would not…. Hmmmm… that is strange isn’t it yup that is strange but that’s true and that I really don’t want to talk about right now.