Double Identity Novel Novels & Stories

"An unconventional one. But a yes." Outside my window, the city carried on exactly as it always had, indifferent and constant, utterly unaware that somewhere within its glittering, restless sprawl, a woman who had once built her entire identity around a single fractured story had finally, fully, found her way into one that actually belonged to her. -

“You have an ID of me?” The man shrugs. “Forged one the moment you died. You have a new identity now.” His words ring in my ears seconds before I comprehend their meaning. “You know me?” I ask, totally shocked. “Who doesn’t know President Fanning’s daughter?” Ha! “So you just leisurely rolled in to pick me up while I was at the warehouse?” The driver affirms my suspicion with another shrug. Now I’m curious about the one thing I never bothered to ask in the first place—his identity. “Who sent you?”

Maria stared at her wide-eyed for a while, then she shook her head and smiled to the corner of her lip. "You are really something," she teased. "Can we just go straight to the point?" Mary pleaded. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry for wasting your time," Maria apologised. She took in a very deep breath, breathed out, and cleared her throat. "Have you ever sat to wonder why we both looked alike? Why was our identity mistaken for each other?" Maria asked. "Point of correction, why your identity was mistaken for mine. Of course, why else? We both look alike, and you seized the opportunity to fuck my good looking man," Mary replied.

She stood in front of the cloaked people that I saw from the previous pages, as if commanding them. “Ahearn?” I asked, perplexed. That's my last name. Was I right? Can this book really be the key to finding out my identity? I observed the woman once again and saw that we had very similar eyes. I turned to the mirror then placed her picture next to my face. I gasped in shock and covered my mouth when I saw how our eyes looked like the exact replica of each other. I heard some heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, so I swiftly brought the book back to my father’s desk, making sure that it was in the exact same position where it first was, then stealthily escaped the library.

I was very sure of it because of the scent of her perfume that lingered in the air I decided to go through the papers on the desk, they were letters, some of them half-written, some in languages I don't understand, but something caught my eyes, it was a letter from a lawyer, discussing the legalities of changing one's identity “Why would Alma need a new identity? What the hell is she planning?” I wondered. I brought out my phone and took a couple of pictures of it and placed it back where I found it. I picked up a small leather bound journal on the desk, I flipped through the pages to the most recent entry. I read out from the journal…

he then thought. “What did you talk inside?” Nathan hearing Zitrey's question flinched in shock, but then his expression swiftly changed to a cheerful one. He then excitedly gets the thing in his pocket that he wants to show to Zitrey and Nikka as soon as possible. He then merrily showed his new identification card in a color black with a silver font that written his name, section and department and most importantly the picture in his profile. “I got my new ID and it's with my own picture than before! Hehe. Am I cute?” he said with such energy while looking at Zitrey with his blinking eyes.

You made your bed, now lay in it. The dress I choose is looser than it should be—soft green silk that used to hug curves that have melted away these past weeks. In the mirror, I barely recognize myself. The bruise on my face has faded to yellow, easily covered by makeup, but the ones on my throat still peek out above where his necklace rests—where my collar sits, a brand that feels a lot like the one burned onto my chest. Defining. An identity. Inescapable. When I finally open the bedroom door, expecting Matvey or Ivan, my heart stops.

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Change identity I tapped the pen lightly against the paper. It sounded simple when written down like that. Like I was just changing clothes or moving apartments. But it wasn’t simple. Not really. I wrote a few more things underneath. New name Different look Find work Stay invisible I exhaled slowly and leaned back in the chair. “Okay,” I muttered to myself. “You’re getting there.” That’s when the door opened behind me. Hazel walked in carrying a box. Not a small box either. A suspicious-looking box. I turned slightly in my chair.

It was important, fulfilling, but it wasn't her identity anymore. Her identity was mother. Mate. Woman building a life with the people she loved. Everything else was just details. The second book came out when Selene was five months old. It was about their first year together as mates, about building a life despite the odds, about choosing love every single day. The reviews were even better than the first book. Readers loved the honesty, the vulnerability, the way Riley and Samuel refused to pretend everything was perfect.