Witness Protection Books Novels & Stories

That was Lucian’s way of saying: Too precise to ignore. “Open the header preview again,” Rafael said. A soft notification appeared on his screen as the file refreshed. Still sealed. Still restricted. But this time, an additional sub-index flickered briefly before stabilizing. His gaze locked onto it immediately. FOUNDATION SUB-TAG: PROTECTED WITNESS — CRUZ INCIDENT ⸻ The room went completely still. ⸻ Rafael did not move. Did not speak. Did not blink for a full second. Protected witness. Not casualty.

Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough. Oh boy, she has gone so weak. “The werewolves have the Lycan as their protector, the Sirens have Asa as their protector, the Elfs have Numia as their protectors and the Witches have Kahlessi as their protector.” Alma said softly. “Alma, tell them….tell them you are "a young boy said excitedly “I was the former Kahlessi of the witch tribe” Alma said with pride. The children stared at Alma with adoration and admiration on how a great person she was and still is.

"Then we're in witness protection forever. New names. New faces. Always looking over our shoulders. Never knowing if he found us. Is that the life you want for Emma?" "Better than Emma dead." "Shaw will always find us. People with his resources always do. Money buys information. Buys people. Buys access to databases and witness protection records." I turned to Agent Park. "Tell him I'm right. Tell him witness protection isn't perfect." Agent Park hesitated. "Witness protection is very secure. But nothing is one hundred percent guaranteed. There have been breaches. Rare ones. Usually due to witnesses making mistakes or contacting old lives. But yes, determined people with unlimited resources

I remained silent for a few seconds and sighed. "Humans have something similar called witness protection. When a human has testified or needs to testify against some gang, mafia, corrupt police, or something similar, they need maximum protection. They are usually hidden, their names are changed, and their history is basically re-written. The witness is given a new life, without ever being able to return to their old life, because they have become targets." I explained my reasoning. "That may have been the witches' way of protecting Sophia..." Hyperion whispered.

He petted his panther along its trunk and waited for her to hit the sofa before starting again, “I believe you have something to talk about with Ms. O’Malley?” “Yes, uhm...Mr. Vitalis, ” Chief Moretti replied as she placed the folder she brought with her on her lap. Despite being a seasoned professional, she had her share of awkward moments, and this one rattled her a bit. She never expected that the Master and her witness would step beyond the boundaries of professionalism. It wasn’t her business though and there was never a rule for that so she just shrugged the revelation off her shoulder. “It’s personal, but since you are our sponsor of the Witness Protection Program case, I might as wel

"We assumed the shooter recovered it. If it went down near that drain before he turned …" "It might still be there." He turns around. He looks at me now. But this time, his look is different. I can see it had taken a different turn. I was a problem to be managed before. A witness to protect. A loose end in someone else's story. Right now, I am something else. He starts to pace. “I wish you led with this first.” he says. I reply immediately. “I didn’t know it was important. I barely remember it.”

“People who don’t appear in any file.” Nathaniel exhaled slowly. “Then the commission needs to know.” “They do,” Marcus replied. “And they’re adjusting.” The commission escalated again. Witness protections expanded. Unauthorized contact subject to obstruction review. This time, the notice was not internal. It was public. News outlets picked it up within the hour. Analysts spoke carefully about intimidation tactics. The language was restrained, but the implication was unmistakable. Someone was trying to halt the process. And failing. By evening, the missing witness reappeared.

Witness protection advised. Leo leaned in, eyes scanning the words again, as if reading them twice would make them less real. “Witness protection?” he said quietly, voice hoarse. Fred didn’t look away from the screen. His jaw was tight, his tone measured. “Yeah. This wasn’t a disappearance. Your stepfather’s people didn’t just lose her. They buried her. Hid her. And they paid a lot of money to keep her out of sight for good.”

Knowing she could be just a few yards away is torture. "You still think it's a trap?" I ask. Mila sighs, then gives Sergei a hard shove. His hands are bound behind his back; he promptly falls onto his face with a grunt. "This mudak is a bad liar. I don't think he could fake this." I nod patiently, but inside, my blood is buzzing. I'm looking for any excuse to go inside. "I haven't seen a single lookout. Where are the cops?" Sergei spits out dirt. "Witness protection is about secrecy. The less people who know, the better."

Lawyer Victor exclaimed disapprovingly. “Your honor, one was on our initial list but was no where to be find but we now have the person in our custody and the other person is under the witness protection program and for that name can’t be make public.” Lawyer Prosper fired back passionately making Ken Li rolled his eyes. He wasn’t the least bothered, to him the only witnesses they can get against him was Adam and one of his mistresses called Seraph and informed him she had already taken care of him hence he couldn’t care less about any other witness the prosecution had to present. “I still object my honor! We were not made aware of any witness under with witness protection program!”, Victor