Persons Unknown Novel Novels & Stories

Who is this? “Who are you?” I ask him and he shakes his head. Almost as if he pities me. “I have no time for an interview.” The man says as he walks close me. With each step he takes, I take one back, until I’m backed against the wall in the living room. “You like games, I see.” The person says and then fires his weapon. The sound of the gun going off shakes my entire core and I fall to ground. “Give me the phone, Quincy. This time, no one can save you from my wrath.” He says.

They couldn’t help but whisper with each other, asking what’s wrong with him. After psyching herself up, Sab went to get food and drinks. Someone was already there loading a plate. “Hello.” The young man greeted her with a smile. She can only nod and smile back. “Hello.” She picked up a plate and began choosing what food to get. “My name’s Liam. You’re from Snow Mountain?” “Yes. My name’s Sab.” The guy nodded and waited a few seconds before asking, “Can I have a chat with you? I’m quite interested to know things about your pack.”

UNKOWN POV Somewhere downtown of New Village City, the shadiest place in the city, two individuals were meeting. The other was a young master of one of the prestigious families in New Village. The young master’s luxurious car was sticking out like a sore thumb in that place. One could tell it didn’t belong there. But to him, the car was unmarked and mysterious, not like the other cars he owned that were marked and could be easily recognised. The other was in disguise, no one could tell who the person was. Or what gender.

Anyway, I asked Vik who they were later, and he said they handled movement for Rodion. That asshole needs to pick a less accessible reference. Immediately after Henry told me about his stupid Raskolnikov-Fyodor switch, I picked up a copy of Crime and Punishment and read the whole thing. Teo missed the main character’s first name, but I’m not that stupid. Klondike Paper. They have an office in the Bronx, and in that office, Fyodor might wait. Or they know I’m working with Henry, who pulled the Interpol file, and they’re using the Crime and Punishment reference to bait me.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. CHAPTER 50 Emily's POV So when I turn and see who it is, I'm full of admiration. I forget I'm naked before a stranger and begin to admire him. The guy from beautiful pieces. I knew the heavens had smiled on me the moment I saw him again.

mysterious man : what right time isn't it enough we waited all these years person 1 : we waited all these years we made our plan perfect but now it became more easier to us just wait for some more time that avishka is more brilliant than us person 2 : indeed she is more brilliant if we even make a single mistake she might make our plan to fail before we implement it person 1 : for this reason iam waiting for a right moment but it's your turn now to implement the plan Mr Mysterious man : what person 1 : yeah because you are also invited to the party only you can implement one of our plan just do as I said rest of the matter I will take care of it Mysterious man : okay person 2 : what about th

But before I could blink, I came in contact with a kick on my face, and my vision blurred until I slowly lost consciousness. "Karma...Truly is a bitch like me." ~~ Author: A man emitting a bleak yet dangerous aura treaded carefully along some pathway followed by three particular men who kept heed of their distance. The three men then parted and explored the whole area thoroughly without a word. The man, currently, stayed in place on his spot and stared at the city lights before him. The scenery was a peaceful night, making the mysterious man wary of his surroundings; The wind glided along with the luster of the full moon, and the distant clamor of the people he heard below the many skyscrape

Michael I saw how curious Sarah was in nabbing these imposters she had done the whole research and got a person who could help her he on the other hand knew another person who was helping them and this guy Aryan has a great knowledge of all this. The other unknown guy was something I was having super fun about.

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

Let’s see who you really are. Thirty blocks away, in a penthouse above Central Park, a man who had been warned she was coming poured himself a second glass of whiskey. He opened a file on his private tablet. He studied the photograph of a woman he’d never met. He took a slow sip. Let’s see who you really are, he thought. The city hummed between them. Indifferent as cities always are to the fires they’re about to witness. Neither of them slept that night. But then. They never did.