The One Nobody Knew Novels & Stories

What if this person knew who I was and was using the information he knew about me to taunt me? But it couldn’t be. I was new to the pack, there was no way anyone knew who I was. Everything was going crazy. I needed to talk to somebody. Micah was the first person to come to mind, but I didn’t want to have to disturb him. This was my fight and I needed to fight it for myself for once. My phone buzzed again and it was another message from the ominous stranger. Ominous stranger: A picture perfect family's nightmare is their treasure chest.

Mum xxx” Once I had read the letter in it’s entirety, it was as though my whole body just froze on the spot as the letter falls from my hands and lands on the table under me. I’m The Unknown Luna A? How in the world did that woman know all of this? Who was that woman in the first place? How am I going to fight these vampires?!

Luna Pov I blink my eyes open to an white unfamiliar room with many different people standing over me also in white clothes. I hear loud beeping coming from a box that's standing next to me. "Where the heck am I and who are all these people"?! I thought to myself my eyes wide as I searched around the room I finally landed on a face I recognized. "Everyone out except for officer Quinn," a tall man with a long white jacket said. Now it's just Officer Quinn, the tall man, and myself in the room. I look at them both but quickly avert my gaze down to my fiddling hands Officer Quinn is the first to speak.

You can take on the responsibility of pick-ups and drop-offs. I gently ran my fingers over the bracelet on my wrist. Little did he know that this was the cheapest one Ryder had ever given me. ... As I walked into the arrivals hall, I noticed someone holding a sign that read "Mrs. Weyland". I approached and froze. It was August Cadwell, my ex-boyfriend—the one I hadn't seen in three years. Three years of silence. No calls. No messages. No apology or explanation. Now here he stood, one arm draped casually around Hailey Reed. Behind them clustered a group of preening sycophants, gathered like flies at the arrival gate.

Unknown Number. This time there was no photograph. No video. No warning. Just a date. A location. And one sentence. “Ask your father what happened that night.”

And froze. Because the message on the screen— wasn’t from the media. Wasn’t from school. Wasn’t from anyone expected. It was from an unknown number. One message. One line. Cold. Simple. Terrifying.

She wanted to tell Britney that she was sorry, but an apology would not change what had happened or give either of them the truth they were missing. Before she sat down on those steps, two people on earth had known that log existed. One was Hale, who had only received the photographs at one o'clock. The other was a man she had left sitting alone on Fenwick Street, who had sworn he had never told a soul.

“And if nobody knows?” I thought about a pendant going round and round under a woman’s thumb. A page missing out of a boy’s medical file. A witness dead of a stroke at fifty-eight. Three sealed items signed out and two received. A line retyped so neatly that nobody has ever noticed the space. A bond that makes less sense every time I look at it. And a father who left behind a compartment only one person in this country could open. “Then I find somebody who does.” Ghost stirred. Not loudly. Not frantic. One word. *Wrong.* I looked out past the garden at the last of the fires. *Yeah,* I said. *I know.*

“I'll be in my office, I do not want to be disturbed.” I watched him close the door behind him, then a strangled scream escaped my throat. Why did I act like a school girl? I knew he was si gke, an a rich well to do business man, and more importantly, I had done my research and I knew who the members of the board were. I quickly found all their emails, and drafted a mail, copying them all to it with the heading, Marriage proposal. When I was done, I let out a sigh fo relief.

A flicker of genuine shock finally crossed Matt's eyes. "You're Scarlett Falcone? The Falcone family's principessa?" I released Salina and took the coat David held out, draping it over my shoulders. "There is much you don't know." Matt stared at me as though seeing me for the first time. Of course he didn't know. He only knew me as Evelyn. A nobody who had come to New York alone, with nothing to her name. He did not know that half the men on the East Coast willing to sit down with him had done so as a courtesy to me.