The Player Hides His Past Novels & Stories

"I'm just acting based on my instincts. I don't like him. I think he's hiding a very big secret from us." "I know. But like I said before, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. We don't know if what he's hiding is related to us, so we must keep him close and find out what he's hiding, bit by bit." He nodded. "Okay, but what if whatever he's hiding kills us before we find out anything? And besides, why is he behaving as if he's your... ex-lover?" My brows furrowed as soon as he said the last word — ex-lover. So, that was his problem all this while.

" He passed a file to Alex. Alex took it and opened it. "And sir, here's the bullet of the gun aimed at you.." He gave Alex a plastic bag with a bullet in it. Alex collected it and smirked. "Fine, but I want the secret spy in the institute in no time.." He ordered and they will bowed gently. "You can leave now.." He dispersed them. He stood up and looked at the plastic bag of bullet and then smirked again. "This bullet is connected to my past. Who's the secret spy and what does he/she know about my past.." He mumbled and took a sip from the glasscup.

I sent my location to him and instructed him to pretend like he doesn't know me. I ended the call and face her boss again. " If you know what is good for you, don't say anything when you leave this room and make sure you sign the contract or you will be a forgotten person. Cold sweat broke out of him when he realised who I was because everyone knows that I always hide my identity, so he grabs my legs and started pleading " I know my mistake now, please forgive me, young master" I used my leg to push him to the side and looked at him.

He set his drink down, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intense, penetrating focus that felt like he was reaching straight into my soul, tearing away every single lie I had ever built. "You're hiding something massive, Katniss," Hassan whispered, his voice vibrating with a quiet, terrifying certainty. "You act like you know how the world ends, and every time something strays from your head, you look like you're drowning." I couldn't speak. My throat felt like it was choked with ash. If I told him the truth… that I had died, that I was reborn, that I was using a future timeline to play god, he would think I was insane. Or worse, he would realize how broken and compromised I truly was.

His voice was demanding yet laced with a hint of concern, his eyes searching hers for the truth buried within. She shook her head weakly. "Nothing... I am not hiding anything." Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes avoiding his. Her cheeks burned with shame, her heart heavy with the secret she couldn't bear to reveal. Her past, her previous self—how could she explain it to him when she couldn't even face it herself? "Are you absolutely sure, princess, that there's nothing you're keeping from me?" His tone was softer now, but his eyes remained piercing, searching for the truth she struggled to keep hidden.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. You never mentioned it before." I felt guilty for keeping my secret from Alex. "I have something to tell you," I blurted out suddenly, surprising myself. Alex looked at me, concern etched on his face. "What is it?" I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction. "I'm a werewolf, Alex. And I have a past with someone who is dangerous. That's why I couldn't go back to Colorado." “I know.” he said looking me in the eye. I raised an eyebrow at him, curious about what he was thinking. "What do you mean?"

“I thought he was only a legend.” Outside, thunder rolled across the hidden sea once more. The game had changed. A new player had entered. And he already possessed one of the Founders’ deepest secrets.

She could barely believe that she was here, standing with the man she had admired for so long, and he was looking at her as if she were the only person in the room. Jazzlyn felt both elated and terrified, her heart caught between the thrill of being with Kevin and the guilt was gnawing at her for deceiving him. She could feel the weight of her disguise. She wasn't Camille. She was Jazzlyn Rivera, an ordinary woman with a lot of insecurities and flaws. The compliments she received from Kevin earlier felt wonderful but wrong, thinking she had stolen it from someone else.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."