Unknow Mga Nobela at Kwento

There’s another message waiting. Unknown: You can’t get away that easily. I snort quietly and type back before I can talk myself out of it. Me: You were given a perfectly good number. The reply comes almost immediately. Unknown: Perfectly good for avoiding me. Okay… fair. I sit on the edge of the bed, tucking my legs underneath me. Me: How did you even get this number? Three little dots appear, then disappear, then reappear again. Unknown: I have my ways.

I admit the truth as I continue to lay perfectly still in the grass. Unknown- We are both strong, my sweet human. Chloe- Thank you (whispers) Chloe- What's your name Unknown- I don't have one. What's yours? Chloe- Chloe Unknown- Let's run Chloe. The shift is over. You can run. Use our body

“Her family is part of the unknowin’ humans, correct?” Tristan nodded. “Then we need to erase her memories of you shiftin’.” Came her reply. Tristan thought as much. The Unknowing Humans were the people who had no knowledge of the supernatural— people like Natalie’s family who didn’t know about Werewolves, and Dragons, and Vampires, and Witches and the like. They were welcome in Bloomingdale Valley, but they almost always left the small town without knowing what they had been walking amongst, or they got to live a full life without ever knowing the truth, though that wasn’t to say that they didn’t have their suspicions. Very few

From unknown: Buh. huh? I frown since I don't understand the content of the message so I type a reply. ? From unknown: Alone at home? From Caroline: It's not your problem, who are you? Unknown: Open the door and find out. I felt a little panic and some distrust. Carolina: You're crazy if you think I'll open the door. I have a gun.

The crinkle of a belt sounds, “I'm gonna tan this ass right now, what’d you say to that?” “Please, Kila. Make me bleed for you.” The female voice begs. What the fu— A message notification lights my screen and I open it. Unknown: I can deal with Jeremy Vongov. Me: What do you mean? Unknown: … Don't you want him to stop bothering you? Me: Whatever you think you know about me, you don't. Unknown: Did he express an interest in you to be his muse? Me: How did you know that? Unknown: I know a lot of things. About you, Jojo or shall I say, Josephine Dukes.

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?!

The Unknown said. “But you look human enough to me.” Anaya said as dark circles formed underneath her eyes; the dark energy was spreading fast. “How flattering. But I'm nothing like you. I can't grow up; I can't feel love, compassion, happiness, or sadness; the only emotions I feel are anger and hatred. I'm nothing like a human; I'm just a machine who knows nothing but destruction, and that's exactly what I've come to deliver to this planet,” The Unknown said, his brows furrowed in anger.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” I chuckled softly, keeping my true identity hidden. “No, I’m just passing through. Thought I’d take a moment to appreciate the beauty of this place. Mind if I ask your name?” “Aidan,” he responded, extending a hand for a brief handshake. “What brings you to our neck of the woods?” I kept my answers vague, not wanting to arouse suspicion. “Just exploring, you know? The forest has always fascinated me.” Aidan nodded, his eyes searching mine for any signs of familiarity. “You seem different from the others in the pack. More... aware, I guess.”

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A direct message flashed across the screen from the anonymous master account: > UNKNOWN: You’re finally looking at the right face. > UNKNOWN: Ask Damon who his father was really trying to protect Amelia from. > UNKNOWN: Ask why Damon has a twin brother nobody at Westbridge was ever allowed to know about.>