Novel & Cerita The Less People Know About Us

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."

Mystic City in the Northwest? Philip trembled when he heard this name. He looked at Fennel in bafflement and asked, “What is this place? In today’s information technology age, are there still places that are not displayed on maps or known to the world?” Fennel shook his head, his face getting more serious by the minute. He said, “You misunderstood. It’s not that this place is not known to the world, but that the people who know this place are not ordinary people of the secular world. The reason it’s not shown on the map or marked out is due to human doings. To a certain extent, every country has places that they don’t want outsiders to know about. Take this place, for instance. It’s divided

I ask, I never brought it up and my family must not have mentioned it, it doesn't seem like a big deal to me. "Because as close as we are there still seems to be a lot about each other that we don't know." She answers. We are close, there are many moments that I think that she knows me the best out of everyone I've ever known. But she doesn't know everything about me. I don't think anyone can know everything about a person, everyone has their little secrets they keep or stories they just haven't gotten around to telling yet. "But isn't that a good thing? That we learn new things about each other often. You have to agree it would be pretty boring if we knew everything about one another" I rep

Jamie crosses his arms, “I don’t like that the council wants to come around.” I breathe out, “Neither do I.” “Tell them no,” He grumbles. “If I had a choice, I would. But I don’t want to get more attention focused on us.” He bites his tongue, his jaw clenching; he disagrees with me, but we don’t need more regulations on us. Humans don’t know about us, not unless one becomes mated to a werewolf. Or unless they’re a part of the council that helps keep the lines intact to keep the supernatural world a secret.

The information caught on quickly and began spreading like wildfire among those in the crowd. Everyone was exclaiming, “Oh, so that’s why! It’s Mr. Crawford’s birthday! Who else would come to a small town like Fuenti?” “Speaking of which, why hasn’t there been any news about Mr. Crawford on the internet?” asked a curious person in the crowd. “Why else? Mr. Crawford just likes keeping a low profile!” “That’s right! Only a select few in the world know what Mr. Crawford actually looks like!” A loud discussion had now begun among the people in the crowd. “So it really is Mr. Crawford’s birthday today! I was right!”

“Otherwise I'll just keep concluding.” I watched as she dug her tongue in her cheek. “I'd rather not. I've come to realize that people will form their own opinion about you regardless of how much they know about you and it won't always be good. Only one thing to do about that.” “Deal with it?” “Don't let anyone know anything about you. That way whatever they come up with in their puny little brains will most likely be a lie. That's easier to stomach actually.” “Wow. Go for the nuclear option, what could go wrong?”

He dealt with unexpected situations all the time. I could, however, sense the unease around the room as everyone around us who was not quite of our world tried to find anything else to do rather than listen in on our conversation anymore. Seems they've been trained well. Information in our world is power but it is also the number one cause for most killings. Ignorance really is bliss and I envied those born away from the underworld, those who had the option of living their lives without any sort of obligation and with that coveted Ignorance.