The Less People Know About Us Novels & Stories

In a city teeming with millions, no one noticed us. Helena had even enrolled us in a local public school, a far cry from the prestigious private institution we had attended before our world fell apart. It was a strategic move; a public school offered anonymity—its students were a mix of people from all walks of life. No one questioned why we were there, and no one cared enough to look too closely at us. It was perfect for laying low. We had to blend in, and this school allowed us that luxury.

On top of that people somehow managed to spread baseless rumors around school saying that Jason was doing charity by helping me get over the Betrayal. And of course, this news did not just reach the people affected but some morons decided to spread my misfortunes on the school forum, social websites and made a collum in the Elite papers under Celebrities of the school. My siblings must have already gotten a whiff of it and are getting ready to make a laughing stock out of me.

Fuck and be fucked. Everyone talks about the club, but not everyone can get in. As you can already imagine, only the top 1% of the US go here. Or perhaps we could include the less wealthy. The ones who would use their lifetime savings to buy a week ticket. I’m proud of it; not only has it made me privy to information and secrets of these people, it has made them fear me and shut their mouths forever. One thing you should know about Politicians. They like to fuck, but don’t know how to. Oh yes, another thing, they’re fucking draining the country’s money.

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

said Linda. “I haven't heard of it. Honestly, I don't think a documentary about us will help. Most people either still don’t believe we exist or figured we aren’t as evil as global governments are making us out to be. It’s not the population that wants us dead, for the most part, but traitors among us.”

Porter said, “Mr. Wade, I did not know of your existence before I went up to Mount Wintry, and I did not dare to investigate and inquire information about you after I came down from Mount Wintry.” “And to be honest with you, this intelligence network of ours is not omnipotent either. This is because we want to ensure its security and so, we cannot advertise about it to the whole world. Therefore, we can only develop our informants little by little like an underground intelligence network. Thus, so far, there are not many people who know about it.”

Yet, my experience shows how dangerous it is to trust people, especially those I barely know. It's a common misconception that terrible experiences and bad events bring everyone closer together. It doesn't work that way. My personal Hell is dark and dangerous; it's better if no one knows the details. Besides, for all I know, this woman could be someone crying over a broken nail and doesn't know what real pain feels like. I know this a little too well. Sadly.

We made the mistake of searching for a mastermind. We assumed there had to be one person giving orders. One person benefiting from everything. One person at the center. She paused. The next lines were underlined. There isn't. The room remained silent. There are gatekeepers. There are protectors. There are beneficiaries. Some know more than others. Most know very little. The structure survives because nobody sees all of it. Nina slowly lowered the photograph she had been holding. "That's why everybody's stories feel incomplete." Nobody responded immediately.

I really needed that. I don’t exactly do many fun things. I don’t party, I don’t hang out with friends except for Tam here. It was kind of easy for to blend in with the way I do things because she was kind of like that too. She literally only hung out with me. we don’t club, nothing. A person around our age range will think of the life we live as boring, but it is everything to us. She has always had my back since I met her a few years back.

I whispered. “Well, now we know you’re certainly not after our money.” I slapped him. “It’s not funny!” “Daisy－” “This is bad,” I whispered. “Do you know how bad this is? Everybody－” “Knows us, yes,” he interrupted. “We try our best to stay out of the public eye and keep our private life private. We’re not well known for our money, flower.” “It doesn’t matter what you’re well known for, you still are.”