Persons Unknown Novel Novels & Stories

I'm always doing that when I get in the house from work, the accused answered. Work? What work? Where? Asked Adam. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello there! It's me, Ayron. To my beloved readers out there, thank you so much for your love and support reading "The Unexpected Trip" I want this book more engaging and build an author-readers relationship. Please do comment or give reviews. As a reward, I will mention your name in the author's note section and you'll get a message from me in the next chapter. I will pick 3 lucky readers to be mentioned for the next chapter as giving gratitude to them.

I slowly lifted it and when I saw a text message from an unknown message, I opened it. From: *** 2 **** 12* Sorry. I was suddenly shocked at the message received. Who is this? I was just shook my head. I looked at Ethan who was asleep while Nicole who was also asleep was leaning on his shoulder. I smiled at what I saw. They're a perfect match. I turned to Chelsea who slowly looked at my side. She give me a sad smile. I was about to speak when the car was parked at a convenience store. "I'll just buy something we can eat, guys." Nathan said that I just nodded.

Unfortunately it seemed that eventually had come. I didn't know how they found my home. Could they have tracked me? Did they get my address from someone at the univeristy? It was then that I made a rash decision. I bolted back to my front door, unlocked it, and threw it open. The group had gone, but I knew based on my own experience that they weren't out of werewolf ear shot. "Wait! If you can still hear me, I'd like to speak with you. Please"

Abandoned warehouses. Forgotten docks. The kind of place people avoided after dark. The kind of place where secrets survived. She slipped the note into her bag. Her pulse refused to slow. Because for the first time in years... A real door had opened. Not another anonymous threat. Not another fragment. Not another clue. A person. A living witness. Someone from her father's world. Someone who might finally tell her the truth. The entire truth. Estella looked toward the darkening skyline. Then whispered softly,

Noah noticed the exhaustion immediately. Not physical exhaustion. The deeper kind. The kind that comes from having your understanding of reality rewritten too many times in one day. "Who was it?" "I don't know." Dani finally swiveled around in her chair. "You met a mysterious stranger in an abandoned train station and don't know who he was?" "That summarizes it surprisingly well." She groaned. "That's somehow worse." --- Noah removed the data drive from his pocket and set it on the table. Neither woman touched it immediately.

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

[JANE] “What’s your novel about?” I inquired as I took a sip from my coffee. Luna looked at me for a second before she squinted her eyes and hummed as if she’s trying to recall what her novel is about. Her tongue clicked before she spoke. “My novel is about two people who met in an unexpected situation. One made a bet and the other agreed, one life is at stake. I don’t want to spoil that much because I want you to read it yourself”, she smiled but I was too distracted to smile back. I was once again terrified at the thought that this is somewhat connected to me and Khali. Who is this person in front of me, sipping her coffee, wearing a cheerful and attractive smile on her face?

I need some time. Inaya: I'll think about it. Unknown: I'm happy. At least you're talking to me. Thank you. I don't know why but I'm feeling like he is a genuine person. Inaya: At least you can tell me your name to me. I have to save your number. Unknown: You can call me Mr Stranger. I knew it, he won't tell. Inaya: So, you can't even tell me your name. Why he can't even tell his name? Why? Will I ever find my answers?

“That… I don’t know myself.” Unfortunately, no one seemed to know who was behind that. He had no idea who it could be. The thought that Malikul might intrude in the novel was beyond his mind. It was because he had never seen Malikul before, and had no idea who the hell was he and what he was capable of. He didn’t know someone else could interfere with the novel's flow. He also didn’t know who put him inside the novel. The only bet he was willing to take was to win this battle and escape this place just to question the owner of the novel.

(6). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 6: unspoken connections . *Ace Carlton* Ace sat at his usual spot in the bustling cafeteria, the popular kids in the school spot, a tray of food in front of him, flanked by his two closest friends, Jason and Harper. They were a tight-knit trio, always sharing stories and laughter over lunch. Today, however, something seemed different, and it didn't escape the keen eyes of Jason and Harper.