A Case Of Identity Novels & Stories

I said looking at him. "Well we couldn't Henry, the person doesn't exist" he said. I shut my eyes before exhaling. "All IDs have been traced?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, keep working on it" I said and he nodded. "Henry" he called as I stood up. "Be watchful, this might be a game of politics, you shouldn't be involved" he said and I chuckled. "Alright Mr Franklin" I said before heeding to the door. The car was waiting already so I got in immediately.

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...

Avery’s POV She sniffled, pressing her forehead to his chest. She was calming down, that was good. Maybe, somewhere within her heart, she had assumed that she was someone else. Silence fell between them again, thick and heavy. “I don’t understand,” she whispered after a while. “Why would he do this? Why would he take away my identity?” Asher knew who Avery was referring to. He didn’t have the answers to those questions, only Wellesley knew why he had done what he had done.

Not dismissal. Control. “She’s never done this,” he said. “Not like this.” “She’s afraid,” I replied. “No,” he said slowly. “She’s confident.” I didn’t contradict him. “She knows something,” he continued. “Something that predates everything I’ve built.” My heart pounded. “This isn’t about a deal,” he said. “Or a crime.” I stepped closer. “Then what is it about?” He met my eyes. “Identity,” he said. The word hung between us.

“And that’s how I found out who you really are… Audrey Williams.” My world felt like it had collapsed in that moment. How had I forgotten? Harold… the artist whom later turned gardener. Of course he would remember. Of course he could draw me. There was nowhere left to hide. My identity, my carefully guarded secret was no longer safe. “So…” I said quietly, my voice almost breaking, “what happens now?” Casey took a slow, deep breath. “Nothing stays hidden forever,” she said calmly. “That’s the truth.”

To give that up was to lose everything they knew about themselves. "I'll go first," Caspian said. He stepped forward, his body still flickering slightly. He had been a "Glitch" longer than anyone else. To him, identity was already a broken thing. He walked into the white room and sat in the chair. The Librarian followed him. She placed the silver helmet over his head. "Wait," Caspian said, his voice trembling. "Will I still be... will I still be me?" "You will be the 'Me' that was there before they started writing," the Librarian whispered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” “It’s ok; baby girl” Josephine says, putting her arms around her. “If you are going to hide a new identity; make sure you tell me next time.” “One secret identity was enough” Simone giggles as Vince and Tyrone come back into the office, holding a stack of three chairs each.

POLICE STATION BUSHWIND TOWN 11:00AM As I stare away blankly at my case file, not concentrating on the words Infront of me, as I slowly flip the pages continuously not paying attention to the words, my thoughts are disturbed by an unknown voice. “Detective Farkas” I turn around the unknown man stares at me with the wildest smile on his face like a kid in a candy shop. “They didn’t tell me my partner was going to be female and... hot” he says with the same smile lingered on his face.

she tapped the folders, "building the case, piece by excruciating piece. Identity was phase one. Justice is phase two." Jane looked at the stacks of paper, the cold, hard evidence of a life stolen and crimes committed. The public scrutiny was a hurricane outside, but in this room, with these two people, she felt grounded. The fight was far from over, but at least now, she was fighting it as herself.

"Ms. Bradford, there are two things I need to tell you." "Go ahead," I said. "First, Conner was left out in last night's storm for the entire night, and all his wounds became infected. The workers at the construction site said he had completely lost his mind. He called everyone dad and dropped to his knees whenever he saw anyone wearing a white shirt," Daisy said. My fingers paused on the armrest for a second. "And the other thing?" Daisy continued, "Word came from the slums that Anisa was bitten by rats at the illegal clinic. Her face and hands are covered in scars now. Her creditors said she no longer has any value, and they're planning to leave her under a bridge."