Double Identity Novel Novels & Stories

That familiar focus on me. But altered. Less anchor. More reference comparator. And it spoke. Not loudly. Not forcefully. But with something almost like recognition refined into structure. **“You do not remain the same.”** I blinked slightly. Kael tensed behind me. “That’s obvious,” he muttered. But the entity wasn’t stating the obvious. It was confirming a discovery. I took a slow breath. “That’s the point,” I said quietly. A pulse. Acknowledgment. Then— **“Then identity is not fixed.”**

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...

, he said. "I really appreciate all your efforts. So, what did you find?", Rita said. She was itching for information, anything at all that could help her unravel the mystery that seemed to be her life. "The message was sent from a burner phone that we traced from a pick'n'go shop downtown. The person who sold the phone her no idea who the buyer is", he said. "So that means, the identity of this person is still not known?", Rita asked. "I'm afraid yes but we're working on finding out who this person is", he said.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

After taking deep breaths to calm down, Dina finally decided to observe her surroundings. Right now she should be in the body of her identity. Looking all around the tiny bathroom, anyone could have concluded that the identity she took was having a moment of release, however, the identity was fully clothed and held a halfway-open manga. Which meant he had snuck into the bathroom to read mangas, definitely not an honor student. Before she could tell Zero to transfer the information about the identity, this world, and the target…. SPLASH! A bucket of water was overturned on the identity's head soaking him from head to toe with water and completely ruining the manga which had gotten the worst o

Double embarrassment. “No,” I coughed and immediately looked ahead. My heart pounded like crazy as my mind rang with the warning that I could not be having these weird feelings for a man I barely knew for a day. Xavier dropped me home and left right after while I watched him go. I went to my room and slept off. Brrr! Brrr! My buzzing phone woke me up. I grumbled, and picked it up, placing it to my ear. “Hello, Miss Diana,” the voice said and I yawned. “The bank is giving you a day to evacuate the house on the terms of defaulting your loan. You are two years due. Do well to follow the right procedure.”

Below us, the abandoned safe house faded from the rear view mirror. Julian handed me the envelope midway. My heart did backflips. I hesitated, wondering if right now was truly the wrong time. But curiosity burned hotter than fear. I tore it open. Inside: A single passport with my photo, several visas, and a note in bold red type: “New identity. You disappear now.” My breath caught so hard I thought I’d drown. We drove in silence. Julian’s hand found mine under the seat..tight, protective. But it offered no answers.

“Now, where should I start?” Drawing a sinister smile on his face, he walks around the room as its memory surge inside his mind. Snapping his finger as he changes some fact that affects the memories of the ones involved and within its life. He changes its eye color and hair to his current one as he is now playing its life and very identity he will be in this world. Bending the fact of its life from the accident and the five years in a helpless state, he changes the dull days into a fruitful one as he rewrites its life into the perfect novel to establish the flawless identity he wishes and needed in this world.

Dante said. "He finds himself," Elian said. "And the person who was paying attention finds that the person they've been watching become is exactly the person they wanted to be watching." He held Dante's gaze. "The novel is a love story. But the love is the mechanism of the discovery, not the subject." "The subject is identity," Dante said. "Yes," Elian said. "Which is why it's harder than the first. Because the first was about action. This one is about being." He paused. "Being is harder to write than doing."

I opened it and saw that inside it was some money and a card . my breath stopped when I saw my very own I'd card . " now dare to say you are innocent ! " he snapped boring his eyes in mine . " I can explain .. I know it's my own I'd card even this wallet is mine but it's doesn't mean that I and that girl , we both are same .. because we both are not .. my I'd card was lost when some thief ran away taking my purse and then I made my new I'd card you can ask about this to my father " I said .