The Less People Know About Us Novels & Stories

We are getting deep into the fall and our recon missions have been going well, I think. I still don’t know what information we are getting and I have the feeling it is meant to be that way. I guess I can see the appeal behind our lack of knowledge since the idea is for us to be taken. We really don’t know much. I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary as Mina and I walk through the streets of different neighborhoods and cities near where the most girls are being kidnapped.

I nudge Brayden with my shoulder and he lets out a soft grunt. “Sorry I was not expecting you to say that.” He admits. “Yeah, it usually catches people off guard when I tell them what I am. There are more is us throughout the world but we tend to keep to ourselves and stay hidden. We are not as numerous in numbers as all of you shifters.” Kianna points out.

I took a scroll through F******k and was amused to discover that 90% of my newsfeed was dominated by Guy proposing a girl when I searched for 'Proposal' I thought, 'is Girl proposing a guy is that rare?' It is more complicated now... so it means that... I have to figure it out on my own. But I have no idea and I'm scared too. I lost Wil because of my fear of proposing. After seeing Senior being in all lovey-dovey with me I didn't think I would land up here again.

The guy barely acknowledged that I existed. I hated that I was crazy about a guy who didn't feel the same way, even more than that, I hated the fact that everyone seemed to know about it, not that there was any chance of keeping something like that secret when we all lived in each others pockets. Everyone knew everything about everyone else, it was just the way of the world for those who called the Compound home.

“It’s just a ligament injury.” “He’ll be out for about three weeks.” “That sucks.” “It does.” We reached the science building and slowed down with the rest of the crowd. I looked at him again. “…Crazy.” He frowned. “What is?” I hesitated. “ what a Small world.” He laughed. “What do you mean?” “Nothing.” “No, seriously.” “What makes it a small world we live in ?” I opened my mouth. Then closed it again. “…Forget it.” He tilted his head.

“Let her try. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with.” Maya went quiet. “Hey,” Kennedy said. “Whatever happened at your last school… it doesn’t change who you are here. Got it?” Maya met her friend’s gaze on the screen. “I just want people to know me, not the version someone edited into a thirty-second video.” “Then tell them,” Kennedy said. “Before Bella does.” ⸻ The next day at Ridgeway, the tension was thick. Whispers followed Maya through the hall like smoke. The usual crowd at the lockers stopped talking when she walked by. A junior flinched when she reached into her backpack too quickly.

About our rates, about our target market, about how public to be. "Low profile," Lorenzo insisted. "Word of mouth. Former colleagues. People who know our work, not the tabloid story." "We need a website," I countered. "A simple, professional one. It establishes us as a real entity, not a rumor. We control the narrative. We put our credentials front and center, not the gossip." He hated it. Hated the idea of putting us "out there." But after a long, tense evening, he gave a curt nod. "Fine. But we do it right. No photos. No personal details. Just the facts. And a contact form that goes to a secure server."

I figured she’d be at least curious about the lives of the men she’s going to sleep with, but that’s not the case. It shouldn’t be that surprising. She’s intelligent. Intelligent people like to know things. “Well, I heard your people are forming packs. Why? We’re more evolved than that.” Oh, that’s not news. There are more fascinating things about my kind that the public will never know. If they did, they would attempt to kill us (and fail spectacularly) or do something extremely stupid like trying to get into our private islands. Or colonies.

I am exhausted. I feel it is really suffocating when I am with a lot of people who don’t know the truth about us. Also, almost all the visitors there have never even seen me before or have any idea who I am. Manager Sol is even more known because of his business and how he is pretty much alike with their state in life.

"Well obviously you are not the first...different person I've met. I am not sure if I have ever met someone like you." "How do you know about our world?" Our world was supposed to be a secret. Most humans couldn't handle knowing about us. That's why mates are rare, at least within the vampire community. It is a law among all "paranormal" creatures that our world must be kept secret. "I know humans aren't supposed to know about you. If you tell me what you are then I'll tell you what I am." I knew she was special. "As you wish. I am a vampire."