A Case Of Identity Novels & Stories

Kael wasn't pretending to be fearless, he simply knew how to master it. "I've spent the last three days losing everything," I admitted. "My mate." "My family." "My home." "And now I'm being told my entire life may have been a lie." I looked down at my hands. "I don't even know who I am anymore." The room grew more quieter. Kael walked to one of the shelves before speaking. "Identity isn't built by blood alone." I looked up. "It's built by choices." His words settled somewhere deep inside me.

The name I haven't figured out yet, the name I keep circling, the name that is going to mean something specific and important the moment it resolves and hasn't resolved yet. "You came here for me," I say. "Seven months of tracking. You knew what I was." "I knew what you might be." "What changed it to certain." "The market," he says. "The exits." I look at the bucket. The grey water. The honest evidence. "That's a strange way to confirm someone's identity," I say. "It's the only way that matters." He says it flat. Factual. Like it's obvious. "Anyone can be told what they are. What you're born as doesn't require cataloging exits." A pause. "What you survive as — that's different."

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.

PRIMARY OBSERVER: EMMA VOLOVKOVA Then: IDENTITY ERROR I stared. A second identity appeared. EMMA VOLKOVA Then another. EMMA V. Then: UNKNOWN The classifications began changing faster. The system couldn't stabilize my identity. Not because it lacked information. Because different records disagreed. My father's records. Government records. Ark records. Public records. Private records. All different. And suddenly I understood. The system couldn't decide who I was. Which meant— for the first time— I wasn't merely an observer.

I was a jerk, I know, but I coped that way. Other people do it differently, but I chose to cope through sex. Then, 5 months ago, when I saw Casey Hamilton sitting in this room, lonely, broken, and ill, I felt that crack in my chest tighten further outwards. Since that moment, I haven't slept a single night. I don't want to because I have a focus. A reason to not be with someone else. I wear my dog tags every day as a reminder of who I am. Who I am. And with the jingle of hers, I can only assume she doesn't want to take hers off either.

"How do you know about your mother's condition? For all these years, I haven't been able to find any news about her." I took out a photo of my mother and me that I always carried with me. "Because I am Shannon, the child who grew up with only a mother and no father. I had to squeeze into a small, windowless storage room with my mother for over 10 years, enduring all sorts of discrimination and disdain. The daughter of someone living at the bottom of society has no place to be buried when she dies, let alone any way to find out news about her." I had imagined countless times what life would have been like if Dad hadn't had an affair.

Love builds the foundation. Values shape the structure. But identity? Identity is something each person must discover… on their own. It didn’t happen overnight. There was no argument. No dramatic shift. Just… change. Their eldest had begun to pull away slightly. More time in their room. More time with friends. More thoughts that were no longer shared openly. Maya stood in the hallway one evening. Watching her child walk past her with a quick: “I’ll be back soon.” No explanation.

"The neutral judiciary can compel identity verification through biometric matching even for a legal fiction. She knows this. She's been inside the registry system for three and a half years, she knows every provision. She tested you to see if you know it too." I looked at Torvi, who had come down from the roof and was standing in the corridor behind Seraphine with her bracelet hand visible and her expression flat. "She's right," Torvi said. "Biological identity overrides legal identity in the continental pack system. The statute is old but it's active. Her bones are who she is, not her name." Carina's composure held. But I watched it hold, which was different from it being effortless. "I'll

As they walked their way to the office, they discussed more. ‘What are you doing here? How did you find the suit case? And besides what happened to your pompous nature?’ ‘Well, well, I’ll take your first question.’ ‘Which is?’ JT asked. ‘Why the girl stole your case.’ ‘Yes that question has even eluded me!’ He added. ‘The girl in question is not a thief; she is only suffering from kleptomania.’ “What in God’s name is kleptomania?’ He asked as he pushed the button of the lift on 22.

she said “I know but I don’t care! It is my life or the entire Cordina! For so long, I hid in the dark. I thought that if I didn’t use my abilities, I would be a normal person, I would lead a normal life but I was wrong mom! I was forced into an identity that wasn’t mine right from the time I was a kid and I am done with that. This is who I am, this is what I am! Mom, I have to restore Cordina back to her feet. I will not stop until Phillip is dead and gone and if that means I have to die to do this then so be it! I am getting it done with today so just let me out” she said to her mom