Unknow Novels & Stories

I scroll over the received messages and I see an unknown number and I tap on it before I can help it. <Unknown> Hide for as long as you want, just be ready when I come calling gatita. Sent 12:03 pm 18th January I swallow hard before dropping my phone down. Fuck me!

It was from an unknown number; Unknown: Are you home? I hesitated before answering. Me: Sorry, who is this?? Unknown: oh it's Reece My heart skipped a beat and my phone almost fell from my hold. I had only one question in mind, 'how the hell did he get my number?'. I saved his number and replied again. Me: Oh....how did you get my number?? R: I don't remember, but it's been long...like a year or two...I think

The notification shows a text from an unknown number. UNKNOWN: K is all I'm going to get for a name, huh? My stomach flips and my heart skips a beat. A winking emoji follows the message. The stranger. I stare at the text, feeling both surprised and amused that he had bothered to contact me. My thumbs hover over the screen and the cursor blinks at me, waiting for my response. K: Wasn't sure if you wanted to know or not. Figured I'd at least leave a little something behind.

My wolf, Warren, awakens inside me, restless. Something is wrong. Very wrong. I pick up my cell phone and send a message to Unknown: - Did you send someone to watch me? - I ask directly. Unknown: No. - I think a renegade has been here,” I mutter, smelling the rotten odor in the air. Unknown: OK. Tell your alpha, I can't do everything myself. I feel like an asshole when I quickly send a message to Alpha Marco: “I got the blood, but there's an unknown watching the house. Maybe a renegade. I couldn't see, but the rotten smell is suggestive.”

(6). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 6: unspoken connections . *Ace Carlton* Ace sat at his usual spot in the bustling cafeteria, the popular kids in the school spot, a tray of food in front of him, flanked by his two closest friends, Jason and Harper. They were a tight-knit trio, always sharing stories and laughter over lunch. Today, however, something seemed different, and it didn't escape the keen eyes of Jason and Harper.

Taking the shortest shower known to man, I pull in my clothes—a nude knitted sweater, my jeans as old as time, a coat with a few holes, and a scarf around my neck to protect me from the chilly morning air. I quickly head out, giving one last look at the rose on the table. Good morning’ I greet the doorman, checking my mailbox, and I immediately spot my check for yesterday in the pile of bills. I grab all of them and spot the water bill, the light bill, and a letter. I frown, starting at the single envelope. Looking around, I frown. There’s a fancy F drawn in gold in the middle of the envelope; it looks like it went in the wrong box, because why would I receive something so fancy?

Again I had fangs, and fangs which were the features of a vampire, but I didn't have any blood lust though there were a lot of people present. Still, five things that we know of remains a mystery, which are, the fire, the eyes, the strong gut feelings, me not having any blood lust and if the fire in the cafeteria was my doing then wasn't the fire which might have been shot from my eyes not visible like it was when I set the bush on fire. This put us in a deep uncertainty on what I was or there are any other undiscovered features in me since

The unknown number sent one final message: Unknown: Interesting night, wasn’t it? (Adds a winking emoji) I dropped the phone onto the couch like it had burned me. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely pick it up again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Whatever madness compelled me to do this, I grabbed two of her ramen packets and started reading the contents on them. I regretted it immediately. “What the fuck?” I turned the packet over. Then back again. Maybe I had read it wrong. I hadn't. There was an entire paragraph of ingredients. An entire fucking paragraph. I recognised maybe five of them. Flour. Salt. Oil. Water. Then things started getting suspicious. What the fuck was disodium inosinate? Why was there something called an acidity regulator? What acidity were they regulating? I stared at the packet. Then at the cupboard.

“ Where exactly is this place you want me to meet at? “ I ask skeptically, but still following her. “ You’ll see, “ she snaps, turning around. I wasn’t used to being treated like this. Female or male, I would find a way to punish them for disrespecting the vampire prince. She didn’t give me the urge to do that. She was different. --- We walked deep into the woods. I was sure this was because she didn’t want anyone to hear us and not because she was going to kill me. Although, it would be fun to see her try. Suddenly. we walked into a beautiful part of the woods. It was like no other. I barely went outside in the light, but I’ve never seen anything like this. The town off of Monarch Pass, Col