Quotes From The Unknown Novels & Stories

My phone dung again. Unknown: “I can see you read my messages. Are you not going to talk to me?” Shit. Think of something to text back, I told myself. Me: “Sorry. I’m just getting home from shopping. Was hanging my dress up.” Unknown: “What does it look like? I can’t wait to see you in it!” (Wink face)

My phone buzzed again. Unknown: Do me a favor. Me: What? Unknown: When you step outside, look north of the sun. Tuck your hair behind your ear and smile. I frowned. Me: Why? Unknown: Because you look beautiful when sunlight touches your smile. My heart stumbled. Me: You’ve never seen me in sunlight. A pause. Unknown: I have in my dreams. Oh. My. God. Nobody had ever spoken to me like this. My lips instantly curled. Me: I’ll think about it.

“I'm going outside to check the perimeter so stay inside and don't open the door for anyone.” Then he was gone, leaving me alone with my ego and the terrifying thought that I had just pushed away the only person capable of protecting me. A notification rang on my phone and it's not a news link this time but a direct message from an unknown number. I didn't want to open the message but the fear of being isolated was worse than the fear of reading it. B: Mia, I know you’re safe but don't trust him. I know Adrian’s family more than you know, and they are dangerous, but I am not.

Cynthia Langston Frowning I did what she asked and then gasped. Gasped because I couldn’t believe my eyes. Like the sparkling land was not shock enough, there were words- actual words frozen in the air and had the same sparkles. “Read the words out loud Cynthia!” I heard Ellen say. I did as she asked and as I read the words, the land sparkled some more, more brighter than before. "Be ready for the Unknown, It will be something out of your wits,

A message from an unknown number. You should have drunk it yourself. Next time, I won’t miss.

She typed furiously: To Unknown Number: Who are you? The reply came instantly: Unknown Number: Break the cycle. Then, nothing.

“Not till Phoenix is ashes—for good.” But as my telecel smartphone buzzed with every other message from the unknown number, a relaxer ran down my spine. Unknown:“You can’t kill an idea, Anita. The Phoenix continually rises.”

It can't be the same person, can it? Carolina: The crazy tree? Unknown: Haha how clever. Why don't you go out and get to know each other better? In that he attached a location. In the forest, in the middle of the forest to be exact. You'll be crazy if you think I'm going. Unknown: fearful You are scared. Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. I rolled my eyes. Unknown: Unless you want, of course 😏 What happens? Carolina:

Unknown: You talk big for someone who ran before I was finished. I gasped, thighs pressing tighter. Heat licked through me at the bluntness. Me: Maybe I wasn’t running. Maybe I was making you work for it. Unknown: Is that what you call it? Me: What would you call it? This time, a pause. Long enough to make me nervous. Then— Unknown: Unfinished business. My pulse roared in my ears. Me: And what are you planning to do about that? Unknown: Depends. Are you brave enough to find out?

Debugging the Sequence The black screen holding Jonathan Bryce’s declaration glowed like a tombstone in the dark War Room. The silence it left behind was not of shock, but of a terrible, clarifying focus. The enemy had a name, a face, and a motive that was at once insane and horribly logical.