Persons Unknown Novel Novels & Stories

The steam from his coffee curdled. ​"She found the hidden folder, Nora," the man whispered, his eyes darting toward the violet shadows. "She found the 300,000 words. She thinks I spent too much time perfecting your 'Soul' and not enough time on our 'Reality'." ​[GENRE SHIFT: DOMESTIC NOIR / META-VENDETTA.] [THREAT LEVEL: PERSONAL.] ​The Arrival of the Shadow-Author

While Cindy walking headed to Geneva's room she saw a picture frame, picture of Geneva's mom with a man, She stared at the picture because the face of the man cutted in the picture only his body can sees, She stared at the hand of that man, she saw a same watch as her father but she doesn't mind it anymore, "It's not make sense, he was not my father." She said and she put the frame back, Geneva's mother staring at Cindy with her sorry face, she remembered the accident she was done in the past and Geneva didn't know anything, "Aunt, my mom asks if she could meet you one time she was curious how pretty Geneva's mom is," "She invited you to her birthday she asked me that weeks ago." Cindy said,

He sat down on the small bench beside the door and began wrestling with his laces with great concentration, his tongue pressed lightly between his teeth. I lingered awkwardly near the doorway, snow melting slowly from the edges of my coat and boots, suddenly very aware of how strange it was to stand inside a stranger's home with my suitcase still clutched in one hand. The warmth felt wonderful after the biting cold outside; it was the kind of warmth that reached into your bones and made you realise you had been colder than you knew, but it also carried the uncomfortable reminder that I had crossed some invisible line. Ten minutes ago, I had been a traveller stranded at a taxi stand with a br

It began with a subtle shift, a lingering sense of unease that tinged our days and cast a shadow over our happiness. One evening, as Nathaniel and I strolled through the bustling city streets, an anonymous letter found its way into my hands. Its contents sent a shiver down my spine, as it hinted at a hidden secret that could shatter the delicate balance we had achieved. The letter spoke of a long-lost connection, a person from my past who held the key to a dark truth. With trepidation and curiosity, we embarked on a quest to uncover the identity of this mysterious figure. Clues and fragments of memories resurfaced, leading us on a journey of rediscovery and unraveling the tangled threads of

“Six hours is not enough time to fight a motion like that properly.” “No,” Whitfield agreed. “It is not.” Ethan’s phone buzzed in his hand before he could respond, a new number, unfamiliar, a city code he did not recognize. He almost let it go to voicemail, exhausted past the point of trusting any unknown call after the last three days. Something made him answer anyway. “Ethan Carter?” A woman’s voice, clipped and professional. “Who is this.”

The Man Without a Story The stranger stared at his hands. “What am I now?” Sophia approached. “You tell us.” He looked at her. “I don’t have a story.” Sophia smiled. “Then write one.” He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know how.” Liora stepped forward. “Neither did I.” He looked at her. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to be a possibility.” She extended her hand. “Now I’m a person.” The stranger stared at her hand.

“Her family is part of the unknowin’ humans, correct?” Tristan nodded. “Then we need to erase her memories of you shiftin’.” Came her reply. Tristan thought as much. The Unknowing Humans were the people who had no knowledge of the supernatural— people like Natalie’s family who didn’t know about Werewolves, and Dragons, and Vampires, and Witches and the like. They were welcome in Bloomingdale Valley, but they almost always left the small town without knowing what they had been walking amongst, or they got to live a full life without ever knowing the truth, though that wasn’t to say that they didn’t have their suspicions. Very few of the Unknowing ever managed to know about the real Bloomindal

It was their first night in the new city—a night full of anticipation, mystery, and feelings no one had known before. Adel, the diligent young man living alone in his house, found himself a new role in the lives of the two women who carried their secrets with them—Nelly and Naomi. The house next to his became their new refuge, a place unknown to anyone else, a sanctuary that protected their privacy and gave them a chance to rebuild their lives away from the city’s prying eyes.

Tired of feeling helpless. Tired of waiting for answers. My phone suddenly buzzed. My heart jumped. For one stupid second, I thought it might be Damian. Instead, it was an unknown number. Again. A chill ran down my spine. Slowly, I opened the message. And my entire world tilted. There was another photograph. This one was worse. Much worse. My hand trembled. The image showed Damian entering the apartment building. The same apartment. The same building. The same secret life I knew nothing about.

"Jake, you shameless piece of trash–bringing another woman here?!" I looked up. A man and a woman had entered. The woman–I knew well. Chloe. The man–someone I did not recognize. Everything flipped in an instant. I was the one being accused. Chloe held up her phone and pulled the blanket away. "You shameless–after all these years with me, you actually… you… "You didn't even… "Didn't even take everything off, right?" Under the blanket, I still had my pants on. I had only taken off my shirt.